rugged hands

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

the flutter of her eyelashes helped to clear the tension

She coughs, spits, lights another cigarette with a book of soggy matches. Clenching the cigarette firmly between her teeth, she picks up the mangled Barbie dolls stuck in the soil. Smooshing their heads together, she makes them kiss. The frail girl leans in close with her cigarette until the heat from the end of it starts to melt the plastic faces of the Barbies, warping them into drippy, elongated knots.- Bunny Gloves

"When I was young my parents told me that if I could sprinkle salt on a bunny rabbit's tail he would let me catch him. It never happened."

black wave

a splash of caffeine and some good ol' nicotine.

taste the sounds.

lies of the beholder.

shaking hands

when the sun goes to bed, you hook it up behind the car.

cigarettes measure time.

new rap is Andy Warhol, their ice and money in Moma. old school rap style is oil paintings on the street ignored, and stripped of its true meaning; raw, uncut, uncensored.

roll the dice.

they can't kill me I was born dead

sunscreen
they smell like summer
so bad
like 70s wallpaper
tranquilized.

elevate organically

the animal rescue site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily to meet their quota of getting free food donated every day to abused and neglected animals. Go to the site and click on the purple box 'fund food for animals' for free. This doesn't cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising. http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=3

you explode

i also enjoy chain smoking and dancing around alone in my underwear.

filtered water and pictures of you and im not coming out until this is all over.

air is the beat.

A 20th-century artist, Louis Wain, who was fascinated by cats, painted these pictures over a period of time in which he developed schizophrenia. The pictures mark progressive stages in the illness and exemplify what it does to the victim's perception.

STYLEZP

your allergic to a mans best friend
that hurts me
why why me
i listen to her
i was born in the 80s its just a habit
mother fucker you live in a house
you don't know what its like I'm from the hood
that was like last year dude
is the reason why i didn't go back to
i remembered that
whatever I'm glad
so first of all
I'm probably going to have to see him over thanksgiving break
oh man dude i don't even remember that
a legacy a legacy
no one chills over there at that point everyone was like no one comes here
i stayed there two years.
20 mins hahaaa
that is pretty fucking creepy
thats funny
i wish someone would video tape what we did last night
not talking
thats who you fuck with right
if im seeing him im punching him
threw the hand up
one of those one of those
she was running around like ahhh
as i remember to look at it im going to sit on my computer and die
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cherry blossom girl

drowning in a mermaid's bed

it's nice that you can remember my face for a moment in your time

and why can't it be for an eternity?

are you really that shallow or has your love drained entirely

i need to stop writing poetry

my diction is a tragedy

im hgigh.

infomercials are way too intense right now on this here televeision.

the most beautiful quote i have ever read in my entire life is metaphor of a girls eyelashes with blue mascara being compared too the petals of a flower.

it was in a book.

i can't find it.

if you can find it you are a scorpio?

the twelve days of christmas.

getting calenders with chocolate.

goodnight moon.

LAWERENCE IS interferance with reassurance of assurance:

Then his eyes met hers, and she felt the blue fire running through her limbs to her womb, which was spreading in the helpless ecstasy. Still they looked into each other's eyes, and the fire flowed between them, like the blue, streaming fire from the heart of the sun. The sea was blue, very blue and soft and still-looking, and her womb inside her was wide open, wide open like a lotus flower, or a cactus flower, in a radiant sort of eagerness. think.

don't they know its the end of the world

sincerealy.

the bodys just a vehicle transporting the soul

twist white paper
enhale the surrounding atmosphere
unravel the thoughts untold
find out your soul.

flowers sleepin' in their beds

gobaby

lighting cigarettes in bed, kissing the forement of your head
why must these days be forever demised?
the tears amounted from the summer skys
counting the hours until life will arise
sleep counteracts with my once opened eyes
this must be goodbye.



"cellar doors are extraordinarily frequent, and moving to the higher dimension, the words in which there is pleasure in the contemplation of the association of form and sense are abundant."

lick the star

always forget i have this. too much to share. came across this instensly amazing short film...








we breath adrenaline, elevate organically.

listen to mazzy star. i went for a five mile walk at the ocean today. jetty 4 is my savour. i need southern air again...the sweet smell of love.

THE PURPLE BOTTLE.

i'm tainted in a patchy problem
none can tell what i can tell ya
let them eagles have good times
it's a road and not a soda.


oh evolsilive. liveislove.loveisevil.it's b e a u t i f u l.

anorexorcist...

i want to wake up in white sheets with you
to know that our love is pure and true
and light a cigarette because I still have a spark for you
lets start this day anew.


emptysmile. good new tag?

happy easter

birthday cake?

novelty birthday cake tin, acrylic resin, dead rabbit. a cheap excuse for a lack in baking skills?

seasee

back and splashing. oh and watch that video.

suitcase

my new obsession...

sushi

first cars. now human replication as a pinata? what will the japanese fathom us with next...

auteur in hibernation

there’s a boy who’s a krishna and he thinks you look pretty. well, he's eyeing your stockings, he’s got books to help you with your life.

diabolos

and to think they say cigarettes are such a burden to society. fuck I mean even jesus is made out of them. where is the morality people?

http://whitelead.com/jrh/ISPs/index.html
new age porn???

a smile from a veil?

we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.

vanity, I heard he was a homosexual

fuck your life.

the mind is a razorblade

http://graffitiresearchlab.com/?page_id=6

one night of magic rush, the start of simple touch, one night to push and scream and then relief.

feed your head

one pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small, and the ones that mother gives you don't do anything at all. go ask alice when she's ten feet tall.

fate

the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked, white brown yellow and black, colour is not restricted, you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted. youll be one of god's children who fell from the top, theres no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot. so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never, because a dance with the devil might last you forever.

cellardoor

little girls in their party dresses didn't like anything there.

drunk lullabies for the peering eyes

a crow lady and sick handstyle.

reminds me of my grandma's during the summertime. the moon and the fireflies allowed us to play late into the night.