September 27, 2010

comfort





yeah

feeling less alive than ever before
"To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live. To feel the joy of life, as Eve felt the joy of life. To separate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we all encounter every day. To say I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. I am. That is something to aspire to."

September 25, 2010

"Are you really sure that a floor can't also be a ceiling?"

September 24, 2010

“It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.”

— Albus Dumbledore

September 22, 2010

Dear Daniel, I hope you're okay.
Love Jacinta.

September 21, 2010

September 20, 2010

heaven and earth are mine, says I




I like

the silence, you don't get enough silence or have enough time for silence, you just have time for the rushed and the loud. But I'll just have to make do with the silence I've got till the world blows up and then there's nothing but silence, but I'll be long gone by then.

September 16, 2010

"I'm not interested in money, I just want to be wonderful"

September 15, 2010

nearly headless





I LOVE

THE LETTER 'M', THE WAY IT SOUNDS WHEN IT'S ELONGATED. A LOT OF GOOD THINGS START WITH THE LETTER 'M', MELONS, MURDER, MONDAY, MOTHER, MALICE. THE LETTER 'M' IS ALSO A RECOGNISED SOUND OF PLEASURE. IT'S ALSO A "I'M NOT AGREEING WITH YOU BUT I'LL JUST SAY 'MMM' BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY CARE" SOUND TOO. THE LETTER 'M' COMES WITH MANY GESTURES, LIKE NODDING OR GRABBING ONES THIGHS. I COULD SAY THE LETTER 'M' ALL DAY, EVERY DAY, UNTIL I HAVE REASON NOT TO LOVE IT.

galaxy of the lost

September 11, 2010

September 10, 2010

"every writer begins his novel with a great book and fifteen prostitutes..and then some cotton wool and then a long stripped animal"

September 9, 2010

no title

You'd remember all the fish and I'd remember all the clouds, dancing on the tips of our tongues
and the ground that we stood so dependently upon would suddenly vanish. Their fleshy little faces with no given sounds, would make us swallow little pieces of paper right into our lungs. The deeper we swam the sky would soon perish and little specks of glitter would come around and they would shine on our faces and I would stay too young. You'd stop and sink a little more deeper looking at me knowing my wish. We clasped each others neck and willingly drowned and floating to the top, our heads were hung.


bitches

ain't shit.

September 8, 2010

"Hit me" you said.

September 6, 2010

I need

A CAMERA, A BIKE, TO DO MORE DRAWING, TO START LIKING THURSDAYS AND TO FIND MY LUST FOR LIFE.



September 5, 2010

I've come to the conclusion that

I need to learn something new, something outside where I can feel like I could fly. Something immediate, that I could do on my own without too much struggle. I need to fill out the gaps and give myself something to look forward to when I wake up in the morning, or when I go to bed, whenever. I just need to learn something soon.

little things

even if I've had a bad day, or things seems to be going a bit slow and I think that life is a bitch and so are majority of the people who populate it. Some of my thoughts and little things I do relieve that. I mean as I write this, I'm drinking apple juice, stalking other blogs and contemplating tattoos and acronyms. Some how, this has made things a little bit easier.

September 4, 2010

you crossed that line

oh and the things you said, I couldn't even reply to because I was so shocked.

a house is a container for life

September 3, 2010

ma mére

C'est ma mère dans les années quatre-vingt, elle est jolie






little fish

the dogs are barking in the sky
over you they scream your name
the moon to you is just an eye
the late night gambling of yesterday's shame

single frown of Gemini's trade
leaking from yellow stars
you see the little fish you made
in the glasses at your favourite bars

you can hear the sea is calling
swimming inside the bowl
pearl and gold the stars are falling
then swallowing you and all you stole

September 1, 2010

"BUT ERIC YOU WERE A BEAR WHEN YOU WERE BORN"

MY FAVOURITE TRACK- DUCK.

the cloud full of blue fish

There we'll stand knee deep in the water
cold blooded waves creeping up our thighs
gold coloured scales the ones that caught her
and they took her to cloud written highs

it's cold inside but keep on thinking
the moons reflection in my night dish
just like the sea you'll watch it swimming
straight to the cloud that's full blue fish

I was the one that showed you your mind
taking it down from the white lighted sky
as I brought it down attached to mine
joined in together, two of a kind.

01.09.10

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SPRING

August 27, 2010



"People call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute"