a man in despair

and we dont know that girl, but shes biting the heel of her shoes...typical

morning greeters

these cheery little guys greeted us at six in the morning while heading home from the bar.

savage night

I believe in chaos too. I love pushing people through it.

graveyard of the dragonfly

my mind wanders down endless paths
and still i find myself here in this skin

strong arms helped me
to the swollen milk- filled breast
as the sun caressed the
back of my little head

it was the same skin, i am the same person

we can live a thousand lifetimes in one
there is no shame that our hearts are houses
with open unlocked doors

but its always good to remember
that it is your house and you must maintain it with care.

counter prayer

we dont want to lose her to chaos

canyoning in minakami, gunma prefecture japan 

livin alone

i've been listening to a lot of 80's music lately
there are some good messages in those tears for fears songs
like shout shout let it all out
i wonder if they mean to shout at the waterbed before you let all the water out?
how about its a very very mad world?
and of course women in chains
never tried it myself

this is cantinflas the great mexican actor, javier looked just like him 

cantinflas lives!

hello people
i was going to work out (walk around the lake) but I decided to bloggercize instead
put up a few pictures and hit enter before i could write the complete caption
hate when that happens
the petrol station and i have a long history
in every country i admire the architecture of petrol stations
though most may seem alike
as c mentioned
that picture could be in the midwest
though its in japan
when i was 19 and backpacked through mexico
i remember the huge iguanas laying about torpidly on top of those whitewashed jungle covered petrol station retainer walls
when i wass 21 backpacking through europe, i sold my wetsuit to javier at the petrol station outside of barcelona for some petrol and hash
oh the memory of petrol stations
and that sweet smell of gasoline that takes me away in a proustian daydream!

my house in japan, well its not mine per say but i've been living in it for the past year or so.plus i painted the kitchen avocado gree. 

on my way to work i pass this petrol station 

keyaki, dont know what kinda tree, but i love trees especially big ones. this one is on the side of the road coming up to my village on mt. akagi, nice shade eh? 

true profiles from a dating site

(some handles)
serene_odor ( does she wear perfume? i wonder)

cleanview (isnt that the name of a pear jam song?)
chocolat_pudding (need i ask whats for dessert?)

monkeygirl (wish i could post her picture)

carian -'What are you looking at? Move your eyes from down there to up here please :)I know what I like. I know what I want. Dat you know ^-^ ' (i quoted)

cute micchi pleads 'I'm working in a hospital, and I don't have a chance to get a new friend. Please be my friend'
(this may be true and I hope its not a psychiatric ward she works at!)

and my personal favorite

orangutans (why post a picture if your handle captures it all?)

cave me

this picture reminds me of a poem:

I pulled my boat up the sand bank
and tended my net by the light of the moon

walking towards my hut I could see
the flickering of candle light

I wiped the sand from my feet
and pushed the wooden door aside

I was home.

some things just dont translate very well 

cave me