Love and Light, Brandon XIV

7 am
The garbage truck beeps
as it backs up
and
I start my day
thinking about
what I've thrown away.
Could I push
rewind?

Love and Light, Brandon XIII

Marijuana made High School interesting and fun in all other topics, but in Algebra it made High School just plane High.

Love and Light, Brandon XII

Ask yourself:
-Will I die wearing this shirt?
-Do I have something in my teeth?
-If eyes are the window into our soul, where's the front door?
-Dare I ask, the back door?
-Are there such things as soul-mates?
-Are we all innately good?
-Is true monogamy possible?
-Can a man or a woman truly be happy with one person for the rest of his/her life?
-Does my ass look fat in these jeans?
-Do you have to love someone in order to hate them?
-Can someone really be accident prone?
-If we never got sick, would we enjoy health?
-Has there been, is there, or will there be someone who is universally desired?
-When will we be able to travel without moving?
-Is anybody listening?
-Which is more important, the pencil or the eraser?
-Choose one:
~taste
~sight
~smell
~touch
~hear
-Why does it us feel better when strangers suffer?
-Is vanity biological?
-If scars, stretch-marks, and wrinkles are roadmaps, why do westerners slave over covering their tracks?
-How many people getting tattoos right now will get them removed?
-If you don't need a license to be a parent, why do we need one to fish?

I think I have been preparing myself consciously and unconsciously to know things that others don't. Or things that others couldn't handle. So in that case, I'm ready to know more.

Love and Light, Brandon XI

But I guess my intentions, as always, are rooted in transcendence.

Love and Light, Brandon X

It's funny the thing you notice once you start paying attention.

Love and Light, Brandon IX

We all have rituals. Banal and trite, or completely over the top, they are what makes our time alive seem real; and for some validate their very existence.

Love and Light, Brandon VIII

Funny isn't it? We'll be remembered, after the ashes fall, as a species who had unlimited, untapped potential. Given a garden and gave back a desert.

Love and Light, Brandon VII

The world is a rollercoaster and I'm not strapped in.
Maybe I should hold with care, but my hands are busy in the air.

Love and Light, Brandon VI

If I were a sidewalk, I would ask those who tread on me tread with light feet.

Love and Light, Brandon V

What mattered was the feeling. I felt fucking cool writing. And if that isn't enough reason on it's own I don't know what is.

Love and Light, Brandon IV

There's something uncomfortably fascinating about riding in elevators with strangers.
What I need now is a friend who can appreciate such things and we could traverse the country, riding elevators, feeling wonderfully unsettled...together.

Love and Light, Brandon III

I know that makes me kind of an oafish turd but this is my diary, and if you don't like it you can go read someone else's.

- I know that makes me kind of an oafish turd but this is my BLOG, and if you don't like you can go read someone else's. -

Love and Light, Brandon II

Someone somewhere will have a problem with anything you do. So it doesn't make sense to try and make sense of it.

Love and Light, Brandon I

Art is my window and my opportunity to let the butterflies in my stomach fly free.