"I'll laugh until my head comes off
I'll swallow till I burst
Until I burst
Until I"
Movies
"This is a long way to go with no punch. A little moral story, I say...
Love. Love. Love.
"
Television
nip/tuck.
Books
miranda july and michelle tea. gender and sexuality studies. poetry.
Heroes
"you don't hear it enough because people don't say what they are thinking . or maybe they are going to tell you and then are distracted and the words are lost.
you generate beauty;
don't stop."
i'm difficult to shock or impress, but i enjoy watching you try. i love being bitten. i wish i could bottle the feeling of sunlight on skin. i would like to live like YSL, in a parisian flat with a massive art collection and an "extraordinary sex life". or something maybe like this:
Who I'd like to meet:
my puzzle piece.
people who'd be good (mind)fucks
, and of course, andy warhol.
to find someone you love, you gotta be someone you love.
.our usually breakfast treats .our shared jacket n hats n things .your book of greatness .transportation .ike's arghhh .the fall .guitar songs .sake .kinsey .pens .bus stops
Reaching for a granola bowl, she pays the vegan toll. Sacrificing banana bread, choosing no particles from animals instead. So, she'll be tiptoeing around the bake case, finding something to succumb to her new taste.
ay, mama! I love when you bounce into my store with your hella new sexy supermodel hairdo. Oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhh- We need to talk skin-care sometime. You've influenced me, my darlin!
oh wow, see that's just how much i pay attention to facebook, haha. home was GOOD! i got to stay with my family and then my friends for a while. always fun. and VEGAS was amazing! i know, we keep missing each other, haha. =/ how was your visit home? i saw your new pictures from home, totally adorable.
etched and sketched from what's left . the breath . resonating atmosphere above them both . circled
. calm and clear . . clearly calming .
cleverly clutched your edges smooth - to disappear and bind to blend . blissfully bounded and shaken still. whispered shouted stillness it echoed melodic rhythms of divinity divine . combined . content
with it's lines and corners cut . to fit the neighboring body . of water . to read and speak the writing and typing of
.the waxing of the moon . you we're my color of sound. and sounded of a emerald color palette code. decoded .
the fickle flicker . shaped out a v shape flock of birds proved a completed puzzle picture scene. calm mise en scene stringed unifying clearness .
breathing . your . exhale deep the details in design spelled out the . name of desire and the remaining number of lives nine.
what a great opening scene right !! // then the rising tension and the felling of being on some human high was amazing !! great technique . i was digging the ever changing cadence and how they made time dissapear. two thumbs up in my book .
well, hello kirsten. wow, that seems like such a long time ago.
it's wonderful to hear stories like yours. to think of letting go of something and having it still give life apart from you is fascinating.
you should really hear the finished versions of those songs. i would never hand out the versions that you have again! i have been a busy bee working on new stuff, too.
and i'm sorry to hear about the canvas gallery. i've been away traveling most of the last year. do you remember when gold cut-out leaves filled the entire hollow above your head, hung by the hundreds from the ceiling?
i miss the city. still not sure where i'll end up landing.
