toni and guise.

sly.

yolk.

indian treats onthe regular thanksto.

mine broome street yoga shala la la.

kneeon wand.

finding my waywards. by way of, wandering.

staten set.

queenage.

this day. sky ride.

cycle side. by my.

mental.

amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out.

euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring.

ecstasy is not knowing who one is - and still not caring.

peace.

man can be

as free and happy as he wants to be

because there's nothing to lose and nothing to gain.

wide open.

flushing.

in-between.

warm-up to the sun-set.

lovely after.

bygone.

meadowlands. the united states v. brazil, in front of my face. sure.

bk bridge ledge edge.

i'm here.

beach peach.

yuh hum.

fresh from the tree to me.

prospective.

a chimney rock.

the way westward for days too long waited spent.

dad's new local.

all's good. onward.

teem.

so much i teem to do say

outlet. ing.

my gut.

brim.

on the spot.

graduate.

go again. ensure the site situ.

good to go.

and might as well.

see the sight.

new next to no longer old.

fix for now.

on a whim whip.

one day to the next.

got my fix fit. on a single speed for now.

a few days i'm through. to the next.

miss this.

coney isle styled.

and this. summer oh nine. chi on time.

so ready to city ride.

two weeks and i'm sky. by my side.

sigh.

('tos courtesy of nickademus)

on time.

let love live.

line.

lasting.

so enjoyed having this one here. a most aching desire to share my time and place with those i love, especially those from home.

this is me. basically.

undoubtedly.

i'll miss this place/these people who have been so much of my life as of late.

i'll be found here again, by what means to ends for new beginnings i'll happen upon when i do.

but for now.

completely complacent.

funky.

never thought of it to happen.

the thought doesn't matter much anyway.

never long a moment forever. the next will be better today.

potential abound in the if. makes you wonder whether.

never mind the time is clear.

so many close to me here. and there. my corners are ever stirring amuse.

"hard times and funky living can season the soul, true enough, but joy is the yeast that makes it rise." tom robbins

kreuzing.

kreuzed around these streets. crossed by görlitzer galore. came back the succeeding day (it was) after a fine french 'fleury café' to a teeming turkish market for savory delights of chickpeas and artichokes. follow some good fortune with vintage italian leather fits and dior birthday bakelites, mine was pleased to be. two three.

just as we land in kreuzberg.

walked along the east side gallery, sunbathing all the way. despite the few to follow, it was altogether lackluster. on this side that is.

berlineage.

our first full day in berlin was uh gasp.

a full day of finding our way behind us. we walked the spots. stopped the tops between pours of rain and suns of shine.

something i really like.

to remember those murdered by the soviets in this spot.

that wall. remains.

bullet/shrapnel evidence.

lurk smirker.

to remember the jewish (specifically) who died here in result of wwii.

baroque gawk.

the dome. (and the tower)