Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
the portal is open.
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.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
coke is it.
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.
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
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Untitled
worried.
elliot smith
bright eyes
ryan adams.
willis earl beal.
worried.
exploring some sadness.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
destruction.
didn't know what this would be
but I knew I didn't see
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
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
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.
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
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
together. we'll always be.
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 "
Monday, September 3, 2012
but I heard something inside you
"
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
Sunday, September 2, 2012
i can hear him from my future.
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.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
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.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
these strange steps. trace us back.
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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