THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR DINNER WITH ME BRO,
Super Mario amounts of Love

Until next time,
I will buy desert

Love and Love
your brother

-Souleye

Never a first son better
Neither first nor six
Than seven my first born son

When the far-east meets the west
What better could be?
The southern San Fran wizard

Celebrate today with glee
The day of your birth
Tomorrow’s horizon dawns

From MK…

Elliott’s birthday party:
A slew of tattoos
And existential booties


Wonderful Birthday Party

Daddy

words catch in my throat
intimidated by the vast landscape of righteousness they must attempt to encompass in draping themselves over the illuminated matrix that dances between this one and i

that is to say

the other day when my head caught on fire
he was the only one to save me

Easily one of the brightest in our constellation, a necessary ingredient to my favorite moonlit antics, a serendipitous smile around every corner, the wisdom of youth transfered to the Elders, and the right man for the job whether it be dancefloor madness, lazy sunday sunrises, or the shamanic resonance. In a world of superstars, this one has gone super nova...

This man is my Batman Secret Decoder Ring in the bottom of the cereal box. I feel like most of my life I have been digging through flakes, sweet thangs, and healthy-type squares just to find that shiny piece of plastic in the bottom, the one that everyone is fighting to find. And I found it mother fucka!

This man will charmingly tear down your walls, deconstruct your sense of self, and spiritually slap you in the face... all while whispering sweet nothings in your ear... and it is sooo good.

plus, that little bit o' dirty south in his ass shaker is impossible to ignore. ugh!