Wayfaring Yeti

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fotojournalismus: Freshly shorn alpacas are pictured on a meadow in the village of Winklarn near Regensburg on April 22, 2013. [Credit : Michaela Rehle/Reuters]
Calling out to the ocean. @alexandramariea
"The Mad Men collection at Banana Republic is O.K., but the Breaking Bad collection at TJ Maxx is to die for."

— Jordan Morris (via putthison)
Valentines Day Mixtape

Download here: http://www.mediafire.com/?t134wlngzv7uwv2

Tracklist here: 

Kenny Graham— Tropical Sun

Ghost Loft— Seconds

Toro Y Moi— Rose Quartz

Unknown Mortal Orchestra— Swim and Sleep

Mikky Ekko— Pull Me Down

Rihanna— Stay

Rhye— open

Breakbot— Intersection

Yelle— Tu es Beau

John Maus— Hey Moon

korallreven— Sa Sa Samoa

Bibio— Jealous of Rose

Sussie 4— Mucho Corazon

Rone— Belleville

Friday Mixtape, If glass after glass of wine into the wee hours of Friday morning becomes a usually thing, then so might a Mixtape. Let’s hope, with a strong focus on my health, that this is not the case. But, maybe we could make this a regular thing?— Or do you not think so ahead? Because I’ve been thinkin’ bout forever… 

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The sestina below, I wrote over a year ago. I found it’s friend when I took this photograph at the Bar Belmont in Durango, Durango. Life is cyclical.  Bar agave and Tequila Truth Tequila at the cantinalights a glimmer in my eye.Pockets full of hard work’s pay, Iknow it’s worth a night of play.Vida a la cantina!Sweat spent from the days to come.Sweat runs down my neck and back, andtequila creeps from my skin.Life drips out the bottle, and burns quicker than a lucky strikelight. I drink the fun, because there’sknow work for days to come, Ipocket all my memories here.“Pocket in the left corner.” I call the shot. Nosweat, I have played pool many years, Iknow the ins-and-outs of green table physics,tequila erases my passive decisions.Light sheds itself on how to livelife in thrill and numbing misfortune.Life as I know it, doesn’t slip mulligians in mypocket. This life I live forlight feathered thrills,sweats off contemplation, as it drips from the will.Tequila! YouKnow me all too well.Knowlife withouttequila, or a drypocket. I work too hard, andsweat too much. Ilight this day up, andlight this night away. Iknow what I like to drink— bitter salt of work’ssweat, and the limeslife gave me to endure the kick.pockets made of glass, sotequila me!light feelings for a tough life.know what i do, and what i pocket.sweat tequila hombre.