the morning benders "excuses" with wide range of friends! 

I've got good news! 

log lady works techno party 

log lady stands alone
log lady has agent dale cooper to keep her company

mi hermano! 

born dec 2, 2009. gatsby blizzard lewis. we are both sagittarius'. i hope to meet him soon.

sam cooke sends me 

Beets ME! 

ABNER JAY! 

Down Home Radio Show Featuring Abner Jay!

Soy BESTE BET! 

my new homegirls 

rachie singing me a fave on my bday 

bhudda's hand is the new esrog 

sea creature too!

life is good when you stumble upon songs like this. 

albino penguin 

canned watermelon! 

my pill collection 

Article on Underground Supper Clubs in Organic Gardening 

OG_Este_Lewis.pdf    

granola is my megaphone 

tea bag curtain!! 

BLOG ON BLOG 

Soy Este In NYMAG.COM 

kai dow why not 

spell! 

Grizzly Bear - two weeks 

Two Weeks
love this.

just to have you 

a beautiful poem 

Now

Whatever the foghorns are the

the voices of feels terrible

tonight, just terrible, and here

by the window that looks out

on the waters but is blind, I

have been sleeping,

but I am awake now.

In the night I watch

how the little lights

of boats come out

to us and are lost again

in the fog wallowing on the sea:

it is as if in that absence not many

but a single light gestures

and diminishes like meaning

through speech, negligently

adance to the calling

of the foghorns like the one

note they lend from voice

to voice. And so does my life tremble,

and when I turn from the window

and from the sea’s grief, the room

fills with a dark

lushness and foliage nobody

will ever be plucked from,

and the feelings I have

must never be given speech.

Darkness, my name is Denis Johnson,

and I am almost ready to

confess it is not some awful

misunderstanding that has carried

me here, my arms full of the ghosts

of flowers, to kneel at your feet;

almost ready to see

how at each turning I chose

this way, this place and this verging

of ocean on earth with the horns claiming

I can keep on if only I step

where I cannot breathe. My coat

is leprosy and my dagger

is a lie; must I

shed them? Do I have

to end my life in order

to begin? Music, you are light.

Agony, you are only what tips

me from moment to moment, light

to light and word to word,

and I am here at the waters

because in this space between spaces

where nothing speaks,

I am what it says.

-Denis Johnson, from The Veil, collected in The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations Millennium General Assembley

my funny banana split. 

for jeremiah <3

check out my lemons! 

don't throw away my babies.

frozen grapes are the rocks of my scotch 

drink of the century!

celebratin' the ladies! 

heart like a wheel 

queen esther loves queen vashti 

i'll keep it with mine 

the newest addition 

to my t shirt collection. it's my new uniform.

soy vino 

not kosher













kosher, regal + organic

pho sho' 

my most prized t shirts! 

my interactions with food + drink 

that's all i seem to do.

egg runs free 

my funny little egg friend

the strangest taste 

babycakes 

check out my new baby.
i am not the mother.

seriyes traveler