Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

the portal is open.

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marlon said to me:

when you are extremely hungover, the portal opens.
fat kids and retards.
will be the only thing you'll see.

photo by new trendster photographer sandy kim.

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Thursday, October 25, 2012

coke is it.

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terry richardson shooting the latest princess of sleeze electro pop.

that i absolutely love. 
how can you not love this 

but the thing i want to say is this:
i want,
i need this shirt.
its my birthday next week...
one not so subtle wish. 

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Maybe it's all right, I mean, I went and found the modern world.

i was tired.
but the music gods smiled.
and christopher owens just released his first solo track.

life has meaning again.

*** christopher owens by hedi 

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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

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worried.

elliot smith

bright eyes

ryan adams.

willis earl beal.

worried.

exploring some sadness.

 

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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

destruction.

Kevin_amato

didn't know what this would be 
but I knew I didn't see 

what you thought 
you saw in me 

I jumped the gun 
so sure you'd split and run 
ready for the worst 
before the damage was done didn't know what this would be 

_ hurricane

 

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Sunday, September 30, 2012

Those Who Live For Love Will Live Forever.

experimental outfit prince rama's
new song from Top 10 Hits of the End of the World
"Those Who Live For Love Will Live Forever"
the song is by the conceptual band I.M.M.OR.T.A.L.I.F.E
which is described as;

"In the early eighties, a London sex cult infiltrated underground discotheques based on the principle that the secret to immortality was found through engaging in intimate acts of love. To retain their anonymity, members went by the acronym I.M.M.OR.T.A.L.I.F.E., or 'Inner Messages Morphing Over Resonant Time, Always Loving Infinitely Free and Everlasting'. For years, I.M.M.O.R.T.A.L.I.F.E. dedicated itself to recording dance track hymnals that would provoke lovemaking acts and thus prolong the lives of its members. When the end of the world came, the group was found frozen in midst of an orgiastic collapse. They had not slept or eaten in thirteen days."

the song makes my tongue tickle. 

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Friday, September 28, 2012

THE EDGE.

THE KINDA LADY GAGA'ISH ON THE EDGE.
OF GLORY. 
IT FEELS GOOD.
WHAT IS SIX WEEKS? 

*images by aleksandra aleks

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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

together. we'll always be.

Jaco

you wouldn't take no for a answer.
even after i told that i don't kiss artists no more.
you swollowed me whole.
you proposed.
you inhereted me. 
all in a space car.
a call the next day.
a rondevouz in a parking lot.
you played me a song. 
words are stuck to me. 
"Nothing beats a failure like a try 
There's a great reward 
Someone will surely hail you 
If you try 
But you must try hard 
And if I hadn't tried 
I wonder where I'd be 
If I upon relied 
On fate you meeting me 
But because I tried 
Together we'll always be "

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Monday, September 3, 2012

but I heard something inside you

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"

here are some things that i would like to touch

clavicle bones, backs of knees, adam’s apple, space between fingers

together we will have this extremely beautiful sensation

of being twice as frail as we once were

and it will feel like the first time you ever had a cold

the last time you tasted grape flavored cough syrup

a light pink fever

"

poem by 

Mira Gonzalez

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Sunday, September 2, 2012

mapped.

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can not get over this image.

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i can hear him from my future.

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my sudden obsession with yeah yeah yeah's hysteric.

the absolute mess of hazy candy floss filled glasses. 
full moons, beautiful views and that dirty mouth of yours.
a turquoise frigidaire, dark and twisted paintings.
this nostalgia is only a few hours old, it could only be a fantasy. 

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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Sunday, August 26, 2012

a two day birthday party.

it might not come around. 

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something flickered at the edges of conscious perception.

a hay bale. 
a farm in the middle of the city.
the sound of the highway in the distant,
the very dimness of the lights.
rum and coke. 
a polaroid picture. (a memoir flouting in my handbag)
a one night adventure. 
something you can't recreate.

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Sunday, August 19, 2012

these strange steps. trace us back.

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strangely intrigued today.

a hippy mess with sweatpants on a dancefloor.
think your name is brennan/brenon/bronon.
couldn't really know.
thinking that you might be my adam. 
its sunday today, the search buttons aint working baby,
might not find you again. 

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Monday, August 13, 2012

in search of the divine.

Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the á¹—ores
You’d make a fine shrine in me
You’ll build a fine shrine in me


*** images by sylwia makris

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realize

Monday, July 30, 2012

sorry about the phone call. and needing you. some decisions you don't make. i guess its just like breathing. but not wanting to. there is something's you can't fake.

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it feels like i never learn,

i swim in the same circle.
paddling to keep the absolute crazy at bay.
repeat the pattern, 
treat every person as if they where the last person.
phone at midnight. 
begging.
hoping that you are actually the last person,
threatening. 
to put an end to this pattern. 
you couldn't be saved. 
(how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them?)
and it damn near killed me. again. 

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Sunday, July 15, 2012

anxious.

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on the night i die, 

i swear i'll sleep outside your window. 

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Tuesday, July 10, 2012

it tastes like holiday.

craving the taste of summer holiday.
i read that the two most beautiful words in the english language is "summer afternoon"
summer afternoon. 
craving the taste of sun on my skin.
the salty aftermath sticking to my body.
sea sand in my bed, an almost nostalgic, irritating itch. 
the infinity of blue.

***photos by neil krug. 

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Sunday, July 8, 2012

dad...ek weet...

hi dad,
ek weet ek vra deesdae vir baie boeke. sal pa dalk hierdie ene ook bestel as pa weer boeke bestel dit sal die gaafste wees.

baie dankie,
merikericks tricks. 

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scale of wholes.

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a while ago MS MR released a song "hurricane",

a music video of tumblr-esque gorgeousness, and a song that sends shivers.
i found a slammin mixtape on their soundcloud page, bam! its magic. 
and an appropriate sunday soundtrack. (haim, phantogram, beach house, alt-j all included...yum!) 

 

* image by micheal light. 

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Thursday, July 5, 2012

crossed.

Nicolvizioli

Lost again
Lost again
One day I know
Our Paths will Cross again
Smile again 
Smile again
One day I hope 
To make you smile again
I won't hide

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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

this is a story about the cosmos.

to find the truth we need imagination and scepticism both.

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Monday, June 18, 2012

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I'm lucky, because, sometimes i think, i see the truth so clearly.

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since my absence from the (oh hate when people do this, but non the less), blogosphere.

i decided to celebrate my return with a beautiful letter written by fiona apple to a 16 year old gay boy... 
my absolute favourite passage "A person who loves is a righteous person, and if someone has the ability and desire to show love another-- to someone willing to receive it, then for goodness' sake, let them do it." 

a person who loves is a righteous person. 
how intimately profound. the last few weeks i've been battling with this idea of love, 
and how to justify it, in a world where your own insecurities and history is the measure of your ability to love.
but as fiona says, if you love you are righteous, you are irrevocably good. 
last night, someone else spoke to me about the concept of the good that people do, and how often that good is returned in some form of hate and badness.
its difficult to stay positive and to love without wanting anything good in return. 
i carry this almost naive hope in my heart that if all the goodness that i reflect onto someone else, is enough, and is given in abundance, 
then there will be love, despite the horrors of the past, and the love might grow in a way that dissolves the haunting of one's own demons. 
that some good will come, and that the future that might seem difficult to face, will be viewed in a new light of shared hope. 

the opening line from heartbeats, reflects in some way the same sentiment "absolute truth is love beyond reason". 

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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

take me out, tonight.

Aha

for some unexplained reason 

has been stuck in my head all day long.
oh morrissey, its your birthday!
thank you for soundtracking most of my early 20's angst. 

Take me out, tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.
And in a darkened under-pass,
I thought "oh god my chance has come at last"
But then a strange fear gripped and I just couldn't ask.

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Sunday, May 20, 2012

try a little harder.

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the grip is tight. 

it might crush your scull. 
and i cant bare the weight of it. 
i'm trying. 
but it seems like you are giving in. 

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nineteen oh four.

the new tallest man on earth song. 
1904***
And when the night is young but the bridge is sung
Something passing by I was sure
And the only one you will tell it to
Well it's the only one who will ever know


***a free download from rolling stone mag.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

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memory lane is paved with nostalgia. 

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Monday, May 14, 2012

say everything.

found this in a girl talk song, 
which directed me to say anything/ slightly obsessing over john cusack. 
this is probably the most perfectly cheesy lovesong ever. 

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Sunday, May 13, 2012

if ever.

i've always wanted a tattoo,
but found most of them cliche, 
and i have commitment issues. 
but this guys work, i would not mind.
flying over to berlin in december. 
must get one. 

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

reflex.

dimly reflected in some light.
wrapped up in some shadow. 
amused by your conflicting presence. 
never at ease. strangely calm. 

** photos by helen warner

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