Bellalicious, Photo by BradensEye

Never hesitate swallowing for satiation’s sake. I’m a glutton for goodness that fills my belly broadly. They’re my devoted church attendance and a deep sense of worship. They say the average person can live almost a month or up to three minus an intake of edibles. Whoever ‘they’ are clearly hasn’t met my constitution’s essential consistency for consumption. Forming alliances with my favorite foods is about spooning sizeable salivation stupor. Epic eats are those snacks that become naps to flirtation flaps, as they’re so committed to their blessings. I must have those carbie fats like I need savory sex and…


A Hint of Humor, Photo by BradensEye featuring Maui Memorial hospital

Your physique is a unique invention. Staggering through our profoundly exclusive existence posits part advocacy as well as a challenge. The vehicles we’re born into can drive a hard bargain sometimes. They’re wheeling and dealing daily negotiations. Then tragically an arrogant transaction occurs with which you’d never want to see in any universe. We don’t care to agree, although an infirmary might have acquainted for an extended staycation. Grim illness is quite the ornery sobering business. Where composure seems a wholly erroneous invalid. However, barking up the brutal tree this is more so a ministry for our cerebral ethos. Advantage…


Life Is a Sexy Ride, Semi-Selfie featuring a perk of Immersing in My Medicine

Undulating our authenticity is a-okay. I’m simply not built to keep it fully together by society’s steadfast polished standards. Sometimes we’re gonna be soaring like the wingy superathlete achievement of the Ruppell’s griffon vulture and other times someone’s spying on us whoring for all of the inappropriate justifications. It’s when we step out of our personal alignment that I feel we too frequently to hastily trounce our validity. There’s the violently foul variety, of which you can freely scream rants about with me another date, but today I’m moralizing for whenever we’re critically down on our daily honesty contours. Lambasting…


Double Entendre, Photo by BradensEye

Duality is a dance everyone must discover. Without any doubt, we’re fazed with polarity nearly each phase of our pace. Doing the two-step with life’s learning curves is quite a lesson in choreography swerves. We’re always faced with options we can lace. Although, navigating alternatives isn’t as easy as cracking an egg. He wants deviled this darn instant, while she prioritizes soft-scrambled, they are freaks for a frittata, and you’re hankering for that medieval magnificence of your Germanicly-rooted-original the quiche Lorraine involves comically consistent drooling. Two for the price of one transformation is what I aim to embrace. It’s just…


Melting + Helping Hearts, Photo by BradensEye featuring a couple of safety’s suits

Service speak is beyond the call of duty. I’ve thought a lot during my windings as to why certain individuals I’ve known are bound to breathe the armed forces feats. Nary a one incorporates a lethargic undertaking. I yearn to perceive every precursor of potentially heroic lubrication which results in someone’s command of lending their entire livelihood to the fortuity of a giant territory of humans. Vast swaths of land that have long been host to people claiming proprietorship about them. Governance is a wily creature. How would they reason their role on behalf of such numbers of strangers’ lives…


Puff the Magic Attitude, Photo by BradensEye featuring a fav kitty at a fav grocery Rodeo General Store

Cooperatively charmed is a ripe state of being. Delectably harmonizing with our own true speed isn’t the average person’s instantaneous leaning. Those proverbial rats have loads they’re corruptively hissing. They’d rather us be racing to fit their labels. But I live for the simple pleasures of free-spirited footloosing all the angles of my days. Sometimes it’s the potency of the slightest things that brings my entire aura into jubilant sing-songiness. Where your laudable responsibility is relaxing in love and spreading it liberally every which way round. It’s your endless supply of lenient crack. These elemental facets eternally whizzing about. Channeling…


Intuitively Invited, Photo of BradensEye by Kenneth Hiraoka

Follow and you will be lead. Try to forget and you will be reminded. Time after time again I’ve butted my brain against pain. Only to be thrown down into the trenches of darkness below every light sweeper. Whirling round the gloomy such that even any of my sounds couldn’t reach the streets of support. So low in that hole that my soul’s cry came out muted. Until a shred of my heart arose like a midget splinter upon the surface of my skin. It bled through as a caustically cutting crater shaking the volcanic ashes of my shadows amidst…


You’ve Come A Long Way Baby, Photo by BradensEye featuring blessed beauties

Primo people are pure panacea. The ultimate place I prolong to be is with those humans who mean the world to me. Some of us seldomly get the chance to be surrounded by our There’s the coolest dude who lives one ocean, at least two plane flights, and four-thousand two-hundred sixty-seven miles away from my hugs. Albeit, he keeps tipping further into that man-child age when touching from your elders is a lot less appealing than cuties closer to his own two-digit numbers. I used to be able to state this analogy based upon height, but he’s gone and blasted…


Unforgettable, Photo by BradensEye featuring the one and only Dennis Hopper live at The Venetian circa 2005

Captains of our universe design champion memories. It’s not every lifetime that you’re aligned with some of the greats. And while that could infer the best of moments or locations, I’m inflating as in highlighting, underlining, and definitely dangling in BOLD the kismet that has ordained my existence alongside a cadre of notables. Needless to say, yet equally fun as a randomly cheap shindig trick, I’m often a shoo-in when anyone starts the Kevin Bacon game. Dearest departed Dennis Hopper is just one of these special souls divined in my pathway. Unconditionally, he ranks top of the heap to me…


Wild Thing, You Make My Heart Zing, Photo by BradensEye foresting amour

What if all this living is loving. The heated words and the nasty debates. That every damn rug pulled from beneath an undeserving soul’s feet leads to darling treasures of the prodigiously colossal kind. That they’re merely digging up our nerves while we’ll hunker in the hollows long enough that dissecting the melancholy becomes a hit song and a new lease on life. But turning over our leaves wasn’t highlighted in any formative guidebooks. Some might say that little snippets could be found buried in occasional footnotes. Yet, the purely undaunted guts of my being each happened to be instilled…

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