take me to the garden of paradise.

adorable cheese.

big smiles.

 Remember how I said I’d come someday baby,
How I said I’d come around to see you one day,
I said I’d try to find a way to run away I’d get away some day And I’m gonna come someday baby,
Gonna fire on the water, hear you say,
I’m gonna fire on the water, trying to find you again and say:
I never thought I’d see you,again I never thought I’d get to be with my best friend, Never thought I had to tell you again, Never thought I had to tell you how I lost my mind again.

I left alone, I left the world I was running,
To be by your side I was dying, alone by your side I was flying.
I came alone, I’ve come a long way to get here, The leaves they fall to my feet,at home, They mean nothing to me.

Remember everywhere, everything is in this place, Take a place if you found a place to take,
Take away the way you want to walk away,
Make a way with my mind my mind’s away,
Wake me up when I’m on the throw to paradise,
Lift me off the ground and take me to the garden of paradise.

Remember everywhere, everything is in this place,
Take a place if you found a place to take,
And if you don’t have anything nice to say,
You can tell it while you take it to your grave, Wake me up when I'm on the throw to paradise,
Lift me off the ground and take me to the garden of paradise. 

never thought i would get to be with my best friend

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unanswered questions are cool as fuck.

sometimes in this life something really strange happens to you.

a brief interlude.

a pause. a week away from your normalness. something that will haunt you for a long time.

and it haunts. 

you dont know why.

you drive down streets to catch a glimpse. hoping that the gates will open and reveal the answer.

you go to events, an accidental run-in.

casual cool?

you try and be cool. 

our world is defined by your ability to maintain silence.

lack of response your best weapon.

and unanswered questions are cool as fuck.

"all of the good that wont come out of me,

and all the stupid lies i hide behind.

its such a big mistake lying here in your warm embrace" 

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the world is neatly trimmed lawns

with disarming sincerity and daunting formal sophistication "the tree of life" ponders some of the hardest and most persistent questions, the kind that leave adults speechless when children ask them. 

who are you? the boy wants to know 

and lurking wihtin this question is anohter: what am i doing here? 

watch the trailer here

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s.L.i.C.e

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a horizon fast disappearing behind us

a recent trip to arts on main.

Ethiopian food and coffee.

pims and gingerale with cucumber.

carrot and date cupcakes with cream cheese topping. 

french goat cheese.

amazingly cool clothes/wallets/hats/art/spaces/prints

arts on main:

"With a unique blend of studio, commercial, residential and retail spaces, Arts on Main is a hub for Johannesburg's creative community to develop and share ideas.

Arts on Main offers multiple creative experiences in one venue. Features include a restaurant, event and exhibition spaces, an outdoor cinema and a rooftop bar.

Developed in a newly converted early 1900s bonded warehouse, Arts on Main aims to preserve the historical aspects of the building and contribute to the Johannesburg CBD's urban regeneration.

Arts on Main is situated in the emerging City and Suburban area in the Johannesburg's Eastern CBD, in close proximity to the Absa headquarters, Ellis Park, and Jewel City."

on sundays they have the most amazing food market.

i can really recommend the ethiopian food (its r50 for a entire tray full of joy).

a range of curries/meats/vegetables served on a fermented rice pancake.

yum.

there is a beautiful girl that sits in the "grass quad" that serves ethiopian coffee in cute espresso cups.

she is amazingly gorgeous in very poise. watching her serve coffee is like watching a ballet. 

here is a link to their website, for directions and more info. 

it truly is a beautiful experience.    

“History is experienced as nostalgia, and nature as regret – as a horizon fast disappearing behind us” henri lefebvre 

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sometimes i go nearly insane. 

i hyperventilate when i see something like this.

it resonates with every bone in my body.

it feels like it is pulling me out of the sleep.

i want everyone to watch it. 

i want no one to see it.

fuck.

he is beauty. 

sensitive. 

almost dead but still alive. 

LINDISFARNE

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life or something like it.

i've been receiving complaints about the blogs slow progress, lack of posts, a slow down in readership. 

it is all very sad. 

but i've been living in a state of near dying boredom. 

dont know what it is, but goddammit (which is totally my new favorite word)

i dont feel the need to blog or write, or doodle, or care.  

i know it sounds utterly depressing. and for a while it was.

a few things happened.

a very strange encounter with a musician. which turned out to do some damage. 

but inspired me to listen to manchester orchestra. all the time. 

an awesome opportunity to enter a short film competition.

we worked like dogs. but i think it was an awesome learning opportunity.

thanks to my gang. tommy, jhono, alex. it was good. 

(will be uploading a short video mash up of what we did for the movie.)

a big realization that life is sometimes the most ridiculous thing.

so slammed with irony and expectation, that it sometimes drives you insane.

i want to finally get a tattoo. "portions for foxes"

yes, been listening to rilo kiley again.

this damn nostalgia, that i'm constantly experiencing. 

i'm enjoying the site 'letters of note' which exhibits letters written by famous people.

or as their tag line says 'correspondence deserving of a wider audience' 

its as cute has hell. 

much have been said about the zombie apocalypse but i was just to tired to care.

but damn those rapture jokes on twitter got so old. so soon. 

i want to start reading david foster wallace. thats my mission for the week. 

'infinite jest'

oh f. i also find two albums ridicoulisly super fantastic. resonating all my 'feelings'

EMA - past life martyred saints.

the kills - blood pressures.

oh and okay the third, the much publicized pains of being pure at heart - belong.

find me on twitter, if you want to hear all about my cynical and snide side. 

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deer everyone i know

into my soul. 

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What if we've been trying to kill the noise and silence? its simple math you say.

I imply to mitigate the guilt, we could align
A perfectly constructed alibi
To hush the violent guilt that eats and never dies
In actual blame, they call me once the dark divides

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sadness i'm your girl

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it feels strangely familiar.
tension is almost touchable.

(the older guy, stellan skarsgard, is Alexander Skarsgård's father - eric from true blood. can you also see it? )

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exile. verified.

everything is in the slow rhythm of the slumber.

boring.

placid.

almost content with this pace. 

except that i feel half asleep.

as if the alarm clock from roaring hell needs to send me a wake up call.

guess i'm always in this mood when no one is around.

its as if i'm in the waiting room.

the problem with the slumber,

it gives me to much time to dream.

to dream about you for 23.5 years.

who are you this time? 

and why can't i see you aroewund this bend? 

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autumn falling.

two songs. 

that captures the mood. 

that sounds almost the same. somehow. 

jens lekman - maple leaves.

jaymay - autumn falling.

'She said it was all make-belief
but I thought you said maple leaves
and when she talked about the fall
I thought she talked about the season
I never understood at all'

 <span>maple leaves (7 Version) by surrogat</span> 

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