02.29.08
Posted by jayto at 3:17 am in love, rock, stunts, "reality", street performers, review, and college, Domestic Abuse
i have a dream that keeps playing through my head. not the kind of dream that will change the world, or even the kind of dream that will change you. not even the the kind that will change me, and maybe that’s why i have this dream
this is the dream i dream when i’m red-eyed and wide awake, mind wild and racing numb. the dream i dream when i’m on my knees sitting uncomfortably, and making an imprint of the carpet on my forehead and elbows. the crash after the high with the giant question “why”. and the answer that stings in the place you feel warm when you’re happy and cold when you’re sad.
the dream is simple: i’m running on rooftops, chasing a kid with a smirk on his face. i don’t catch him.
that part comes in a different dream. that’s the dream than could change me. maybe even you. maybe even the world.but i don’t know yet. i’m still running.
self-depreciation
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11.05.07
Posted by Bowman at 1:35 am in stunts
The other day, I wondered atop the Brazos parking garage for a moment to get a good look at the city of Austin. I looked at Jester and its bizarre and brutalist design, the big city with the capitol building peaking out amongst other things, the Dobie Tower, the rooftops of a few little museums and such, the nearby cooling plant, and the whale-like stadium standing most prominently of all. It was all rather mesmerizing. I looked out upon it kind of a trance, utterly alone without a car in sight and just wind blowing. It was a meditative moment. It had been a rough week. But the night was soothing.
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09.23.07
Posted by Bowman at 9:35 pm in stunts
It is a little-known (though not-so-well-kept) secret that in Plano, if you know how to find it, there’s a set of railroad tracks atop a bridge with a creek beneath it and a very large tether hanging from below the bridge. No one’s exactly sure how the tether got there or how it stays so securely fastened. All you can assume is that, judging from the boards planted in the nearby trees for climbing, the rope tied to the steep incline nearby for access, and general grafitti in the area, someone had a hunch that this was an important place. One can also judge by the lack of fences blocking off the area that no one has died trying this yet. One can also assume from the amount of wear and tear from people’s feet on the ground, that absolutely everyone has put their foot in the noose, grabbed hold tight, and swung.
Everyone except you, of course, who might want to see Ben Buono here demonstrate how to properly swing it.
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