( bonafide ) + ( rojas )

mom dukes & I. Fela & Bonafide.

Thu, 16 May 2013 17:17:23 -0400

mom dukes & I. Fela & Bonafide.

The K & The B. love her to death. #SisterBrotherLove

Thu, 16 May 2013 17:17:15 -0400

The K & The B. love her to death. #SisterBrotherLove

sight. seeing.

Thu, 16 May 2013 17:13:15 -0400

sight. seeing.

yankee. foxtrot.

Thu, 16 May 2013 17:12:43 -0400

yankee. foxtrot.

sky. scraped.

Thu, 16 May 2013 17:12:33 -0400

sky. scraped.

HYSTERICAL LITERATURE: THE ORGASM AS ART

Sun, 05 May 2013 23:34:35 -0400

HYSTERICAL LITERATURE: THE ORGASM AS ART:

peacocksandloners:

“In his latest project, Hysterical Literature, photographer Clayton Cubitt takes a beautiful woman, places her at a table in front of a black backdrop and gets her to read from her favorite book while an unseen accomplice below the table attempts to bring the woman to orgasm with a vibrator. The results are an intimate, sexy experience that captures a beauty rarely found in most modern pornography.”

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I’m about this life.

cosign.

introducing my #TheBronxIsBeautiful campaign

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 19:57:39 -0400

introducing my #TheBronxIsBeautiful campaign

The Mona Passage

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 09:26:36 -0400

The Mona Passage

The Most Beautiful Day.

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 09:31:36 -0400

The Most Beautiful Day.

have you ordered your copy of #WhenTheCitySleeps well here you...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 15:58:27 -0400

have you ordered your copy of #WhenTheCitySleeps
well here you go :
https://www.createspace.com/3736694
enjoy. comment. let me know what you think…

#TheMonaPassage

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 15:23:27 -0400

#TheMonaPassage

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 13:26:27 -0400

#TheMonaPassage

(30/30) : #4 (in memoriam)

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 15:11:00 -0400

there are memories
i find in the streets i walk
from decades ago

memories that remind
me of who i was as
a young man

wild, rambunctious
energetic but so lost in
his ego & wounded security

that i am surprised
i made it this far inmy life
made it here. at this exact point.

memories that i have kissed
& made love to& then disappeared
of sabotaged, i find those in sunsets

in songs, in books, in reflections
all of these memoriesecho my
existence, my contribution

not always good, not always bad
but always contributed
i was such a mindless boy

so concerned with the useless
not preparing for what tomorrow
held, always spontaneous, never planned

in a painting & it whispered hello
now i find another memory
to me, i remember it leaving

before i ever had a proper
chance to kiss it,& still i left it
on a highline above by head

i understand myself much
better now, so much more patience
so much more understanding

but these memories that return
they are asking me such fateful questions
what about us?

(30/30) : #3 (the grand equation)

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 15:09:00 -0400

bathe yourself in your decisions
stand soaking with the outcome
dry off your consequence

tomorrow will give you new questions
for you to answer
this life is more than the things

we allow inside our head
in silence, the universe is so
different, so colorful

it is a dream when the volume is mute
everything we know is wrong & correct
it is left & right, down & up,
6 & 9, but take all of those concepts
& throw them out the window
you’ll be left with branches, with sticks
with bubbles, with bricks & then
throw those concepts out the window
then you’ll be left with

010101010101010101010101010101

then those numbers,those ancient
whispers, those historical concepts
throw those away &all you’ll have left is

. .

. .

you

(30/30) : #2 ( a letter written to you (but really to myself )

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 12:49:00 -0400

there are things we know nothing of
yet, we speak on it as if we have trained
properly in its glory, i do not pretend
to be those things anymore, i have seen
what invalidating yourself looks & feels
like for the sake of ego, for the sake of
entitlement, i will speak for myself for
there are times i speak in broad terms
& some get defensive for their own
personal demons making them react
i am entitled to two things: breathing &
happiness. everything else are things
i work hard for: understanding. respect.
love. art. music. traveling. understanding.
learning. partnership. & everything else
you could fit in one of my suitcases.
i am constantly working on myself but
in terms of how would i feel about my
self 10 years from now. 10 years ago
before my son was born i worked as
hard as i can to hold on to happiness
then when he was born happiness had a
new definition & a new responsibility. oh
i am a flawed man i can tell you more
than you could ever know from anyone
else but that’s for me to work out, it is up
to you to work on yourself then we can
compare notes, i spend majority of my
time looking at notes, looking at the
progression this life has given me, i am
not a title, or a role, or a position, or a
made up character in a story i wrote
but i am also not the same man i was
when this skin was tighter & younger.
i used to think about the week ahead,
now i think about the months ahead, the
years ahead, the decade ahead, i told
someone once, the difference between
myself in the last two decades is my focus
on longevity & conversation about legacy
& its correlation with my relationship
with my son & happiness & how the things
i work hard for: ( understanding. respect.
love. art. music. traveling. understanding.
learning. partnership. & everything else
you could fit in one of my suitcases. ) are
all very necessary. i am a lucky man but i
also need help at times, i get down on myself
my ego is not as large as it used to be, i am
so much more grateful about everything,
i used to limit myself so much as a young man
claim streets that weren’t mine as mine & use
it as a badge of honor, now i use my eyes, my
memory, my story, my older skin as portraits
for people to see & observe, the world is ours
to explore, don’t spend your life wondering what
could have been when what could be is waiting for
you & your laughter. go chase your happiness

(30/30) : #1 (good morning (pt. IV)

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 12:03:00 -0400

today is an anniversary for the fools
one to dress up as the universe
& pretend to only be galaxies
how silly it is to be outlandish
to pretend that size matters
when its how big our imagination can be

the tiniest phrase that comes from
our tiny mouths with the tiniest effort
can utterly change our existence

when we awake
lets start our day
with silence

but before we speak
before our tiny mouths
becomes waterfalls of words
in response to the passing of time

let that first word
something beautiful
something brilliant

like

…

new season.

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 13:23:49 -0400

new season.

tomorrow! at @camaradas115 the #ABRAXAS Party!!! come down &...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 15:16:30 -0400

tomorrow! at @camaradas115 the #ABRAXAS Party!!! come down & dance yr pretty ass off!!! 8:00 PM-Whenever You Stop!!! 2241 First Ave. & it’s FREE!!!!

“just as the day was dawning”

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 20:48:08 -0400

“just as the day was dawning”

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 20:47:54 -0400

“just as the day was dawning”