parallel lives

I finally had my roll of film developed only to find a whole other load of photos were occupying my role.  No double exposure....just pictures of body lovin' women at a party showing off their lingerie presents.  Oh, and cake.  There was cake.  My camera ate my pictures.  I'll post them soooon.

all that really matters right now...

Ariel Pink forever.

drunk please

when im drunk the world is my oyster, my game board.  i get it, i live it and i play it well.  im not afraid of honesty and no one else is, either.  im understood and its understood that we all are, we don't need anything else.  i wake up most mornings hoping to still be drunk and not alone.  

a stream of nothing

Bridging the gap of the unknown and making it your known is a release, a relief and liberating as fuck.  A loud voice voicing words that are not my own.  Everythings alright, right? Ruthless, astonishing stills flash through my conscious.  Breathtaking moments remind to breath.  Im afraid to write at all sometimes, devaluing the images that I take in everyday, the thoughts I carry with me in silence.  I cry when I think of love but all I want is fun

listen to this and look at that

Maurizio Anzeri creates beautiful embodied photographs.  They haunt me.

im about to shit out this fucked up belief that i've been holding on to for years.  

spooky camera

pictures of cameras instead of pictures is kinda weird but im really excited on this baby.  got her at the village for next to nothin'.  when i bought the camera she was loaded with fresh film so i did a test run at lous last night.  i think i got some really interesting photos and ill be bummed if they turn into nothing.

my entire life has been spent searching for an outlet.  ive had temporary releases that always result in boredom and put me into this voided reality for awhile after. 

 im not bored yet.  

asshole

totally devoid of love.  i never discovered love or my capabilities to do so.  a lot of tricks on my conscious made me believe.  

 
   

cats are people 2

Cats say the darnedest things.  My cat tried explaining to me today his thoughts on string theory and why water from the toilet is better than water in his mini bowl