Super duper lunch

Super duper lunch

Never in a million years would I have craved this… And I never will

Never in a million years would I have craved this… And I never will

Hippie Dippie bullshit. Guess what I like to write so deal with it

I don’t know if the questions I’m asking have any relevant answer or even if the answers could even prove relevant to any question. I will never know unless I compare them to someones reality. But even to that extent I would be limited to that one persons life reality and what is that to anyway? I think reality is the sum of your life up to that point. Every experience, breath choice, thought no matter how irrelevant it could have been to ones self shapes the way you see everything around you therefore constituting what you consider to be your world ergo reality. It can be thrown upside down at the ring of a phone or one series of events that had nothing to do with your story that in some way changed the way you see your reality. Chemical discharges tell you what to feel but even that is the result of whatever conditioning your paternal figures reinforced during your formative years. So is there a way that we know how to feel or did it all come to us by instinct? Like different mannerisms in different cultures, different feelings can be patched together with whatever language we can muster to describe what it is we think we feel and hope that people will understand what we are saying through their own perspective of life. “There is no right and wrong, just the consequences of our actions.”

Coffee spot worth coming to work for

Coffee spot worth coming to work for

vicemag:

The Golden Zone: Hunting a Hit Man in Mexico

We were hunting a man who got paid to kill people. He was bisexual, and his preferred weapon was an Uzi submachine gun that left its victims nearly unidentifiable. He was employed by a powerful organization with a lot of money to spend and even more to lose.

vicemag:

The Golden Zone: Hunting a Hit Man in Mexico

We were hunting a man who got paid to kill people. He was bisexual, and his preferred weapon was an Uzi submachine gun that left its victims nearly unidentifiable. He was employed by a powerful organization with a lot of money to spend and even more to lose.

And at that moment I didn’t want to be bad anymore. I wanted to preserve what little good in me I had left. Bring it back to life and forgive myself for coming so far down this road. My life became about living it.

Turkey, brie and peaches

Turkey, brie and peaches

Oakland noir

Oakland noir

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY