I love Katherine kayak kannoli kake & Melissa glow stickin' Agost.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
new times.
. Village Drunks .
. Brooklyn Nights, Brooklyn Lights .
. Liba x Aries .
. Minor Detours with Pj & Steve .
. Bathroom Babble .
. a good time .
. Happy Birthday Pj .
. I adore this .
. Kat v.s. Home Alone .
. I'm blaming Steve .
. He came to the darkside .
. Failed attempts by Steve .
. Abusing the use of Steve's Flavored Toothpicks .
. Want .
. Melissa is not impressed .
. a smile in disguise! .
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2010,
beastday,
brooklyn,
cliche hearts,
curly's,
Night Hustle,
Victoria Vodka Petrone
The Doors of Perception
MR. MOJO RISING; JIM MORRISON.
Tonight PBS aired the new Doors movie "When You're Strange." Impressed. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Jim, to me, is ingenious. Nothing comes remotely close to the movement of this band. The film made me remember why I loved them in the first place and basically re-birthed my outlook of them, their sound, what they stand for, the musical aspect in a whole new light. A way in which I thought I couldn't develop more in depth than I already felt. A lyrical Genius, an intelligent lover, a brilliant artist and a maker of a rather good beard..MMM!
http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/episodes/when-youre-strange-a-film-about-the-doors/about-the-film/1543/
"This much is true, you can't burn out...if you aren't on fire."
Labels:
films,
influences,
Jim Morrison,
John Desnmore,
Knowledge,
Music,
Ray Manzarek,
Robbie Krieger,
rock and roll,
The Doors
Sunday, May 9, 2010
. to wrap my mind around, i could not .
He past is a grotesque animal and in it's eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be
The sun is out it melts the snow that fell yesterday makes you wonder why it
bothered
I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met who could appreciate george
bataille
Standing at swedish festival discussing the "story of the eye"
It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I explain I need you here and not here too
I'm flunking out I'm gone I'm just gone but at least I author my own disaster
Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it
I'm just not available things could be different but they're not
The mousy girl screams violence violence she gets hysterical
Cause they're both so mean and it's my favorite scene
But the cruelty's so predictable it makes you sad on the stage
Though our love project has so much potential but it's like we weren't made for
this world
Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was
Do I have to scream in your face?
I've been dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face I don't care
Let's just have some fun
Let's tear this shit apart
Let's tear the fucking house apart
Let's tear our fucking bodies apart but let's just have some fun
Somehow you've red rovered the gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you no death no ugly world
You've lived so brightly you've altered everything
I find myself searching for oldselves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells
I've played the unraveler the parhelion
But even Apocalypse is fleeting
There's no death no ugly world
Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
We want our film to be beautiful not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
And you can betray me but teach me something wonderful
Crown my head crowd my head with your lilting effects
Project your fears onto me
I need to view them
See there's nothing to them
I promise you there's nothing to them
I'm so touched by your goodness you make me feel so criminal
How do you keep it together? I'm all all unraveled
But you know no matter where we are
We're always touching by underground wires
I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
And none of our secrets are physical now.
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this will forever raise the hair on my arms.
this will forever make me get lost within the lyrics.
this is my thought process & every line is better than the last.
Labels:
Art,
Lyrics,
Of Montreal,
Random,
Writting,
you mislead me
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Constant Consistency
. a days worth; I learned nothing.
. Lastnight; I learned the most.
. Lastnight; I learned the most.
Labels:
Body/Mind,
bonita blurbs,
indians,
influences,
My Brain Flow,
Random,
Writting
Monday, May 3, 2010
OBEY X MAYDAY X RICK ROSS.
Saturday Kat, Melissa & myself went to the grand opening of Shepard Fairy's newest exhibition 'Mayday'.
With a line legit 5+ blocks deep, we patinently waited. At on point, one block rather....Kat leaned over and commented on the 'bling' on this dude, 5 heads away from us. I made a passed a comment, something along the lines of "...like he's Rick Ross the boss or something" The girls ahead of us giggled. As time later went on we then realized.....it was RICK. ROSS. THE. MOTHA. FUCKIN. BOSS. PLAYA!
oh hars.
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memories don't live like people do
. OBEY // SOHO .
. My 4 years hard mock's .
. OBEY says ' YOU ARE NOT COOL!' .
. CENTER PORT ,
. My trashy boots need to be frosted up.... .. I'm obsessed with Kat's transparent colored legs<3 .
. A drawing of how Kat, Melissa & Myself eat at Curly's .
Labels:
brooklyn,
City,
curly's,
Friends,
Night Hustle,
Obey Giant,
Photography,
shoes,
Shows,
Street Art,
vegan
. what i'm searching for .
What I'm searching for
to tell it straight, I'm trying to build a wall
Walking by myself
down avenues that reek of time to kill
If you see me keep going
be a pass by waver
Build me up, bring me down
just leave me out you name dropper
Stop trying to catch my eye
I see you good you forced faker
Just make it easy
You're my enemy you fast talker
I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up
If I could stand up mean for the things that I believe
What am I here for
I left my home to disappear is all
I'm here for myself
Not to know you
I don't need no one else
Fit in so good the hope is that you cannot see me later
You don't know me
I am an introvert an excavator
I'm duckin' out for now
a face in dodgy elevators
Creep up and suddenly
I found myself
an innovator
Change, change, change,
I want to get up out of my skin
tell you what
if I can shake it
I'm 'a make this
something worth dreaming of
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most accurate for me right now.
Labels:
Body/Mind,
bonita blurbs,
Lyrics,
Music,
Santogold,
you mislead me,
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