a very happy unbirthday, to you.  to you. 

i have home-internets, yo.  !

THINKING OF YOU! <3

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valvèd voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.

...Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity.

...I believe in the flesh and the appetites,

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d from,

The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer,

This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.

...Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me,

If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.

-Walt Whitman, bits & pieces from Song of Myself

holy crap (literally)

this library wi-fi is the information SUPER-highway. fosho. 

i totally have more photos of you taking the photos you have posted in the last couple days...  i'm holding back.

sorry Defutura, but i've had to "unfollow" you in order to see other people on Tumblr... i just can't get enough bandwidth to load everything you post, dude.  :/

LINK:::  http://jamigreenfield.tumblr.com/post/91162299313/a-cop-with-its-lights-on-photo-bombed-me

Truman will never be able to understand sex now.  i will leave this with my mom's record collection, in case you want to make the trip down to oregon for it...

LINK:  http://jamigreenfield.tumblr.com/post/91118864143/i-have-been-wanting-to-get-a-picture-of-the-capri