30 September, 2011

Going out;

What's going on with everyone right now?
I don't know, but now that is actually getting colder, and my favorite season already started, more & more pretty people are showing up with amazing blogs showing off their fabulous lives and their amazing expensive clothes.  Where's my good looking blog?  Where are my amazing friends that do amazing things, and go to wonderful places that I could carry out my plans with.  Andrew usually works and goes to school, so he doesn't have much time for me, and Coco, well, she's pretty much in the same boat I am.  How complicated is it to bring all the elements I want to bring together and make my life that much more fun.

Where are these fantastic people hiding, and why do none of them want to me my friend?
I need drastic change yo, for real.

I'm leaving to the museum now.
And later I'll go see if I can find cool vinyls.
Ugh, can't wait to have this job I'm waiting for.
I'm so ready.

I'm also going to start screen writing and
taking a class or two in art history ...it will be some help in the long run.

26 September, 2011



Who art thou?, asked the guardian of the night. 

From crystal purity I come, was my reply,
And great my thirst, Persephone.

Yet heeding thy decree, I take to flight,
And turn, and turn again, forever right.

I spurn the pallid cypress tree,
Seek no refreshment at its sylvan spring,

But hasten on towards the rustling river-
Of Namozine, wherein I drink to sweet satiety.

And there, dipping my palms between
The knots and loopings of its mazy stream,

I see again, as in a drowning swimmer's dream,
All the strange sights I ever saw,

And even stranger sights no man has ever seen.
 

                                                                                                                                   (Author unknown) 
As I Dream
Warn your warmth to turn away
Here it’s December, everyday (small girlish echo:I like that)
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely you’ll say (love like winter)
For of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made

It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
He wanted love. I taste of blood
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth
From years before, from years before

She exhales vanilla lace,
I barely dreamt her yesterday (yesterday)
With the lines on the mirror through the lipstick tray
(Por siempre)
She said, “It seems you’re somewhere, far away"
To his face.



AFI, 
Love Like Winter

Everything's in Swedish

haha.  My computer got confused and changed every page I go to into Swedish!
Gramma said she'd leave the lights on for me,
Gramma said the flags are waiving for me.
(Don't you know, you don't need a thing.)
Gramma said that somewhere out there -
There's a good man, waiting for me.

Tell me that you think I'm good, 
Happy that I make you glad,
Cause I don't wanna think I'm bad gramma,
I don't think I'm bad.

I wanna be the whole world's girl, gramma,
I wanna be the whole world's girl.
Tell me do you think that's wrong?

Don't cry honey, crazy girl, 
Don't you know you are the world?
Every time you feel unsure, try remember what you are.
(Honey don't you know you have everything?)

T-R-O-U-B-L-E, trouble's what feels good to me,
Crazy as since I was three, 
Now I'm out to get'cha',
But I'mma bet that lately Ma' 
I'm in love with everyone -
And I don't wanna think I'm wrong
Just for feeling pretty.


Gramma,
Lana  del Rey

23 September, 2011

Today was the first day of Autumn.

Thank baby Jesus.
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.





William Shakespeare

[Hamlet]


"ISN'T IT WONDERFUL?
 
SEE WHAT I MEAN,
 
HOW NOTHING BAD
COULD HAPPEN TO YOU
 
IN A PLACE LIKE THIS?"


Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany's

17 September, 2011

Oil Painting, Alice in Wonderland
                                                                                                                                                                    Painted by: George Dunlop Leslie 
On display at Brighton Museum,
England, circa 1879

†††


I got to tell you something 
I wanna view your dreams 
I wanna pull out your crazy and pour it over me. 
I might take you somewhere far across the seas 
I need your faith, I need your everything. 


As you enter into my curse 
Our dreams reverse and the demons burst... 


So I wait, anticipate to meet you tonight, 
Come this way and I will bring your dreams to life. 


I wanna move you somewhere close to ecstasy 
I might tell you things some which you won’t believe 
I wanna view the signals that control your brain 
I need a taste I need your everything. 


As you enter into my curse 
Our dreams reverse and the demons burst... 
So I wait, anticipate to meet you tonight 
Just come this way and I will bring your dreams to life. 


From the first time I saw you till now 
I have counted the years that have gone by 
We'll release those demons tonight, tonight. 


So I wait, anticipate to meet you tonight
Just come this way and I will bring your dreams to life. 
So I save this occasion to meet you tonight 
Just come this way and I will bring your dreams to life.




Bermuda Locke†, †††(Crosses)

16 September, 2011

I've been hanging on,
It feels right moving along,
You left me with my lust,
I'm digging deeper,
Well I'm digging deeper for your grave, grave.

I want you to know that I'm beautiful,
I'm taking my time to perfect dying alone,
I'm cutting the string that binds me to you,
I'm writing a book on what not to do.

I'll cut you up,
I'm the Holy Ghost.




-Under the Influence of Giants

04 September, 2011

I'm so happy 'cause today
I found my friends
They're in my head.
I'm so ugly, that's okay
'Cause so are you,
Broke our mirrors.
Sunday morning is everyday
For all I care
And I'm not scared
Light my candles, in a daze
'Cause I've found God

-Nirvana (Lithium)

Starting a new blog!

Besides my photography blog and this one, I want to start a beauty blog.
I was going through youtube, and got really inspired to try it out.
I'll have like my favorite fashion, beauty, and interests and it'll almost be like
a lifestyle blog but like with beauty accents (like what brightens up your skin the best,
or what goes best for someone who doesn't have very defined hips but would like
to look more curvy, or what's going on in the art world).  That sort of thing.
It's going to be great and I'm very excited for it.  I'll start it now with
what I have, but when I start my new job (I'll have the extra $$ in flow)
and I'll be able to really make something spectacular, I might even start vlogging,
depends on how I fee it's going.

02 September, 2011

Blank Canvas

         These books are all I've got left.
I wonder why everyone romanticizes being a writer so much.
Understanding that you would have to have some sort of degree
or some sort of education to produce good writing, why has it been so
mystified?  I personally have developed an intricate relationship with writing,
where its all I want to do for the rest of my life.  Besides giving me arthritis when
I'm older, it is one the best careers I could have chosen.  Finalizing further education
in the English Language and educating myself to the point there my mere intrinsic
talents have become incredibly polished have given me an entire new perspective in life,
in everything I do.  Everything seems to have more color, more animation, everything
seems to make more sense, but also many of these things,
 less.  I have no problem calling someone or something ugly,
and though it shouldn't bother me because it's the truth
(or at least my truth) it does because it reflects me and my loss on innocence.
That much knowledge really does begin to destroy you from
the inside, and the more you know, the less you actually do.
It's really all very complicated.  I almost wish to forget sometimes about the critical me,
and just experience my life through sounds and colors,
but it becomes impossible because I've bought myself a mind that's almost worth
100,000$ and every single time I have to make a
payment for this purchase I'm reminded of the horrible 
person knowledge has cause me to become.

The people I've left behind, are only in revenge for those who have left me.
Though it's not their fault, they have to go through the consequences of my
dramatic life changes every time I decide to have one.


To all those people that have to unfortunately been collateral
damage to my destructive nature, I'm sorry --
I wish you all the best, but I hope I never see any of you again.

              I am too, able to recognize beauty, no matter where it presents itself, but I don't think of that as enough.  I condemn others for not knowing, for not expressing, for not seeing as clear as I do, and that just makes it unfair for everyone else around me.  My primary defense mechanism to a person I know will not survive my expectations is to act dumb, or dumb myself down in their presence, just so later I can tare them apart and laugh at the inconsistencies of their life.  How do  I know someone isn't do the same thing to me?  Since I don't know about it, I may not care, but yet, I wonder.  I'm so incredibly judgmental, and education has done this to me.


Still, I regret nothing.