Monday, February 8, 2010

f-train love

american girls shed bags full of powdered donuts and spill crumbs everywhere. clean, shiny bright sneakers, cheap plastic nails, daisy smelling lips, overweight to one-shoulder placed bookbags.

man with grocery bags, crossed legs, one blind blind eye, you can see fig newtons through the plastic, the grocery bag says thankyou have a nice day. the man was very personable.

orange coated lady is the color of a sour patch kid and has the hood of a stuffed toy lion. her glasses are crooked and her lips are molded from birth into a frown.

old man with cocaine colored hair reading the latest news affair.

wedding cake winter hat. knobs and strings. too many things. iced white coloring. an old lady.

chisled jaw, armani pants, a summer lawn beard-crisp and clear. cologne more potent then french on the real. groomed but doomed.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

i eat fashion for breakfast, and then throw it up

the holy water from below his abdomen dripped down my salvation army sweater at the end of january.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

skinny love

mother-check out the moon brightest for 2010 and what looks like a star to the left of the moon is mars check it out it is beautiful

mother-well did you get my message? very important

woke up this morning to these texts from my mum, how i love her dearly. im glad shes starting to see thats astrilogical happenings are more important then nagging me to get back to school.

breakin in the new crib with my long lost...

her lip balm smelled of new barbies...

Sunday, January 17, 2010

drive your truck straight into the ocean

this reminded me to start up this blog again, sadly enough.

i was walking in midtown about two days ago and this dude was selling these scarves. hes yellin, "twilight, ladies protect ya neck from them vampires." im glad to see that the vampire obsession has leeked into our marketing.

just moved into my new pad. quite stoked on it. north jamaica. my dad gave me a pocket knife as a housewarming gift. hes really excited for me to be living here!!!

cooked my first dinner here of some ill vegan chili recipe. this song i got it poppin off in the kitchen too.

enjoi little ones.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

was always told that make up would make things last

i took this picture to figure out if anyone has ever even fucking won one of these stuffed pieces of crap. so please, do tell me. because they are always 100 percent full and look as though the stuffed animals were from 1980.

the song is annoying as shit but this video is sweet

Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac cars
and the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain, as they stand disarrayed
oh, but people look well in the dark

and my new favorite artist.....Aurel Schmidt...this bitch is fire!!!

and her stuff....

Sunday, November 29, 2009


lovers scream unfolding one another in a wet dream.
an oragami orgasm.

be real people. ive been dealing with too many prostetic breathing preprogramed fucks lately.

and just some dope shit from this interview on npr (myfavoriteradiostation) with the director Pete Docter for the movie "up" seriously read this junk....

Mr. DOCTER: Yeah, there was something about - I guess balloons somehow seemed to be like a metaphor somehow for life, that there is something very temporal about them. You only have them for a short amount of time. They either - you accidentally let go, and they float away, or they shrivel, and they're gone, and there was something about that that seemed to relate to relationships and life that Bob and I started playing with.

Docter also confesses to doing a bit of undercover research to help flesh out the central character in Up: He and several instrumentalist colleagues — Docter plays bass, the others ukuleles — visited a retirement home as volunteer entertainers but took the opportunity to observe the tics and habits of the elderly men in residence.
"And so we were playing for these guys and secretly kind of taking little notes for ourselves," Docter says.

"I love to go to the airports, and just put on dark glasses so nobody can tell I'm staring at them, and just draw people," Docter says. "It's a lot of fun, and endless hours of entertainment — just watching the way people do simple things, even like eat a meal or, you know, wipe their kid's face or whatever. Just great behavior stuff."-Docter

and just because i adore this song...

Sunday, June 21, 2009

and if i say to you tommorow

"the warm, fuzzy bath of a roomful of people on ecstasy had turned into a torture chamber: people dressed like monsters stumbling around in their K-holes in a deconsecrated Gothic church while the menacing hardcore-techno music drove them literally out of their minds."

"Listen, since the second after it happened, I have had a knot in my stomach that has never gone away. I think that’s what they mean when they say, ‘When you kill someone, a little part of yourself dies.’ That must be what makes humans different from animals. I’m still trying to figure it out."
while I was doing a photo shoot in Williamsburg the photographer was playing this band in the background. i swear it made the pictures what they are. i want to send the band an envelope with just the pictures. a thank you. ha.

Monday, June 15, 2009

rose riot
please impede yourself from spraying your neurons all over my new life, you cannot return it. there are no refunds. store credit is out of the question. you know I would not trade this for anything contained in the three quarters of salty water and extraterrestrial ideology and thought process of human beings. I know you have connections between our main satellite and the source of oxygen and summertime. nevertheless, that will not do it.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

birth filled the sky
I was sitting on a couch last night as I watched a man stumbling over to a girl to light his cigarette with the end of hers. as soon as they touched a strobe went through it from the surrounding lights. It made me feel real again.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

remnants of an undiscovered urban love

so i'm walking in the street today and i see this piece of paper that catches my eye. its jammed between a telephone pole and some some metal post. it was a picture of an overweight man with a lazy eye and a woman kissing his cheek. it had to be there for a bit considering the rust stains on it. hopefully it wasn't some proposal plan because I took it. they didn't look in love anyway. maybe I was supposed to find it to do them a favor.

my new obsession is 1970s space art. so if you have any buried in your basement ill trade you my lunchables for some.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

craving crêpes
for every action there is an equal and opposite government program. bob wells is genious.

the pheonix of burningskie

i figured that now im in a state of reordering my life I should start this up again. the amount of shit that ive been seeing lately should probably be recorded before i lose it in this add brain of mine. i forgot how good it is to be in nyc again, to think i even forgot the half of what that feeling was like. it makes me crazy. i went into to my sister's old restaurant the other day in soho and ate a dosa alone. the staff was completely different. its crazy how one place can hold a million different memories to each and every person. that place used to be crazy. i started to get into crazy underground punk music just from there. this irish dude showed me the pogues when i was like 12. there insane. it apparently means to kiss or something like that in irish languageness stuff. some other lady that worked there took me to a french fry shop with over 1000 different dipping sauces. i wonder if they still have that. I doubt it. the new people working there didnt even know who my sister was. only like 3 years ago she owned it. i wonder what will be there 20 years from now. too bad 2012 is before that. HA. well i could write ten times more but i leave you tuned into this tube until next time...just like this kid.

Monday, February 9, 2009

ephemeral lust

i think some sun felt images are needed. im in that mode.

oh and may jigga david de la mano

and good ol' concrete waves.

Monday, February 2, 2009


so I'm high as fuck and I'm doing a lab assignment. it tells me to define plagiarism and i see myself going to google to look up its definition. then it occurred to me i was plagiarizing plagiarism. does that happen a lot?

Monday, January 26, 2009


supersize me with weed instead...enjoy...


Sunday, January 25, 2009

Friday, January 23, 2009

im like nissan but more drivin

so I'm watching Girl Interrupted the other day- the classic case of the typical druggie fucked up girl in a hospital, and when the movie starts the main character Susanna (Winona Ryder) quotes...

"Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted."

I don't know if you can read between these lines but its kind of ironic how Winona steals makeup from CVS right after this movie is made...i guess hollywood roles are rubbing off on some of these individuals...

Tasteful beer instead of the crappy wine that is old lady germ infested

Bar nuts instead of those stale wafers that stick to the roof of your mouth that taste like sand paper

And a nice old blunt to be passed around instead of that big old basket being shoved in your face asking my broke ass for cash

Dr. Squires: The city's a disaster, Luke. Its not like it used to be. It's plastic. One big fucking happy meal.
Luke Shapiro: Some people like happy meals.
Dr. Squires: Some people like the Yankees too, Luke. It doesn't mean they're right.

Dr. Squires: Certain people you just can't trust, you know Luke?
Dr. Squires: Never trust anyone who doesn't smoke pot or listen to Dylan.
Dr. Squires: Never trust anyone who doesn't like the beach.
Dr. Squires: Never, EVER, EVER trust anyone who says they don't like dogs!
Dr. Squires: You meet someone who doesn't like dogs you alert the authorities IMMEDIATELY and you sure as SHIT don't MARRY THEM!

Monday, January 12, 2009

costa coffee

"East your salad, no dessert, get that man that you deserve"-Kanye West
I mean I'm not overly feminist or anything but really? And then im reading this magazine the other day (one of those corny health ones) and this woman is talking about how the crash of our economy is good in the aspect of fast food stating- With the high cost of meat McDonalds and Wendy's is cutting down the size of their burgers making them 20 calories less each! Good for us ladies! Atleast some of us are optimistic...

Sunday, January 11, 2009

smoking bones in the staircase


You free me from the past, you fuck the suburbs out of me.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

rugged hands

memory is a fickle siren's song I didn't understand.