Sunday, July 26, 2009

transforming the writhing of pain into the knowledge of pleasure.

Holy hell, people read my crap
I just realized that, so now I'm going to actually try a bit more with my posts
But keep in mind, it is 5 AM

I can't wait for fall/winter!
I definately know I'm going to be buying ankle boots, scarves, tights and lots of black :)
Summer is just not my thing,
Here's a bit of my inspiration:

pc: lookbook

School starts in nine days :
Don't know how I feel about that..

Saturday, July 25, 2009

it's time.

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

Tarot card xiii, Marquis de Sade, 5finger, hookah, dream meanings, philosophy, drinking, p80, selfish living, mood rings, all saints clothing, print liberation, melanie pullen, pamela love, murphy's law, spanish moss vintage, aaron hobson cinemascapes

Friday, July 24, 2009

why not?

Art by Reed Barrow:


Here is a video from Radiohead that “uses real time 3D recording instead of cameras, utilizing highly technical structured light and Lidar laser-enhanced scanners to model lead singer Thom Yorke and provide an otherworldly narrative accompaniment to the song.”

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Friday, July 3, 2009

help i'm alive

I want you to know
when I look in your eyes
with every blow
comes another lie