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.

like junkies, in book shops and libraries, those literary counterparts to the opium den

two dope pieces of artwork for your eyes.

black out if you don't blackle

http://www.blackle.com/

snapple cap mermaid that

fast. the language of love. thoughts racing uncontrollably like my heart.