end of days

i dont know if i have the stamina to do this last one


things in the booth swapped

ack!

fran and the dubossarsky vinogradov looked nice though

i made suzanne take a picture of me to send patrick
huge waste of everyones time
and i look retarded

lets do drinking instead

kehinde’s fish fry to celebrate the fair being over!

top chef
i forget his name
he was just on top chef but i dont watch top chef

his catfish was delicious though!

i have to try to take more spunky photos
it is hard to make kenny scharf look bored or boring but i somehow managed to


lots of dancing

lots of conspiring

the pool is just so tempting


sometimes i like blurry photos

david lachapelles butt
he is a good dancer btw

too muchness

andrea talking nikki and tanya who NEVER do this sorta thing into coming in the pool with us

yes!!!!

andrea in an oversized high chair in the Delano bathroom

last night of Le Baron thank goodness because they annoy the fuck out of me

tanya is a great dancer too

this THIS is what rosson’s dress look liked!!!!
i swear!!!

everyone left and im at the hotel all alone

these guys hung out with me every morning

the beach is great i mean no complaints but it was a long time with no one to talk to

i went a bit batty maybe

i spent my last day in the everglades
which i guess i will have to make a new post as this one drags on too long

swan song

i dont wanna do this blog anymore

at least not on myspace and not the way i have been doing it
give me a second to fix things around and we will start a new life together somewhere else i promise
until then hang out with me in the everglades and get a million mosquito bites
this is where i ate lunch and where i was eaten
very hamlet of me
i ran with a cloud of mosquitos chasing me and three of them managed to get into the car with me!
the everglades are a dangerous and unfriendly place
the buzzards know this
this buzzard was eating the snake in the above photo
life and death in harsh conditions
is the world really this unrelenting and cruel?
sorry im feeling philosophical at the moment
philosophy being the only consolation sometimes
the philosophy of the everglades is not terrbly uplifting at teh moment though
if i could only rise above the muck
if only i were an eagret perched on a dwarf cypress
i guess i am about as tall as a dwarf cypress. maybe i just need a bird hat. rosson! one bird hat please
sigh
odd
this guy started crawling up the wall after me i shit you not
so i took a picture and ran away
the walls are not very tall
the walls that seperate normal life from horrible painful morass of shit are not very tall
stay on the path stay on the path
a hunter alone in the wilderness
swamp and glade
i guess glade makes it sound so much better
i dont really have any more philosophy to offer
i could use some
i gotta get out of this swamp
before the buzzards pick my carcass
i have strayed way off the map
my best days are behind me
maybe nothing a free breakfast wont fix
reading about death under a rainbow
burning the shit out of my hide
after me, the deluge
everything seems broken
boy ok enough commentary from me
i went to the botanical gardens to kill more time before my flight
it was totally sucky except for the 200 lizards crawling around everywhere!

i chased lizards for 3 hours
i must have caught about 4 or 5 but they wriggled out of my hand each time
i was too afraid to crush them so they wriggled out
is there a metaphor in there?
or just that people called me “Lenny” after my big growth spurt as a kid?
mice and men
how about just mice men
“of mice men and bodacious babes they are too pathetic for”
ok ok im getting away with myself
as these lizards did from me
sigh!
i just wanted to feel some life in my hands for a sec is that so awful?
airport bars
airport scenes
home to what is that behind the lobby art?
oh no
walking to work in the blaring morning light with a sunburn and freezing
finding a copy of this on my desk
oh brother look at me an nikki!

given what is going on in my life this is like the pinnacle of insult and irony
where reality idealism and perception meet and explode in my face
i hate irony
whatever happened to sincerity?