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28 August 2010 @ 05:55 pm
because there wasnt any construct to it. no whimsicical aspirisings ah-hahs! revolutionalistic! no aploomps. no glory, no glamour. jjust the hard loook a t the models faces u pull out from under lets-not-even-go-there bed linen, last night's glamor-a-go-go-fiestas with the ladies we all love but never really can...all that risque off and we still sell us as the california gurls with bikinis on top.

but what really drew me to write this post today was a dream. andly warhol  and his lady muse was just ingrained into my head but tried as i may i couldnt recall a name to that face. iphone proved to be an effecient tool and within minutes i wa][s waiting for him to pick up my call yo. missed call, no biggies, we all get that and then dropped a msged and fell back to sleep. and then i was waken up by this provencial dream. two by three open spaced booth areas, both sides perfectly symmetrical with a fall leaf beckoning at its call at winter..but two ra......
20 August 2010 @ 07:55 pm
sensory neurons firing at all speeds. too quickly that we need that hit to slow them down.

then they start moving too slow and we try to speed them up so that we can feel something, anything.

is there ever a balance? or are they just induced psychosis at such high levels of toxicitiy? is it schizophrenia at its purest state? love, drugs and mania..the eighties are the new fourteen year old minds.

you don't just make my heart palpitate. you make it want to stop so i can die in this happy, psychotic bliss. but please tell me its not this dark and twisty labyrinthe that binds us together because that would break my heart and you told me that would never be what you want.
09 June 2010 @ 10:01 am
Wanted to not give a damn at first. And then ditched you. Tried to cover up with excuses when you caught me outside the door. Yet you still lent me your coat 'cos I said I was cold. And we all know that chivalry is dead but still kind of cute. So you got the girl and a pill to make you dumb a pill to make you numb a pill to make you anybody else.

Heightened senses..we seemed so close at that moment. Vision shrouded with orange haze and bright lights. Chest to chest and feet to feet. Are we there yet? Bits and pieces of the night receded and ebbed into the memory of last night.

You make up a perfect amalgamy of any girls dark knight in the shiny armour on the stallion. Beg me to stay.
26 September 2009 @ 05:45 pm
I know this feeling. I hate this feeling. Then why do I keep chasing it with shots and shots of alcohol and relive it day after day?

You're right. Some things just don't change. 
30 March 2009 @ 09:31 pm
Entourage Season 3 Episode #Three's Company- E is such a lucky bastard!!! Love him.
25 March 2009 @ 10:48 am
Raised by my father, girl of the day.
- Red Hot Chili Peppers, Breaking the Girl

Current Location: home, desk
Current Music: Alicia Keys - Teenage Love Affair
22 March 2009 @ 12:07 pm
You need to talk to talk to get it all out.

It's over.
I'm over it. Gawd, he really needs to get over himself. People need to get over themselves. I'm so mad at this.

ANYWAYS. The guys in The Hills are seriously losers. Spencer is a jobless control freak; Brody is a not-that-goodlooking flirt and He Makes Girls Cry; Frankie is not even remotely attractive; Jason is an alcoholic who's engaged to a dumb blonde; Bobbie-Justin freaking burps in people's faces..Well, I guess Doug's okay. And Whitney's model from Season 4..Alex? What does the girls from The Hills see in those guys anyways??
Guys are such jerks.

You know what? Scrap that. I hate people, both girls and boys.

Am nursing a dull, aching hangover now btw.
18 March 2009 @ 05:48 pm
You were everything I wanted to believe in. Passion, faith, trust, loyalty, happy endings and love.

And then you proved me right. That I was wrong.
18 March 2009 @ 05:29 pm
When you're intoxicated. You lose control. You feel things you hid away in that small pocket on your heart, hoping never to unearth it ever again. You can't be rational, you can't contain it, you can't do that thing you do where you pretend everything is insignificant and that you're a nihilist. You fear and you can't think like that intelligent being you are.

So just shut it all down. Your dopamine, cannabis and your central nervous system. Just let the adrenaline run through your veins and lose control.
10 March 2009 @ 11:39 am
My heart is broke
hand me me some glue
let me inhale
and mend it with you

You were reluctant, but you caved. I was so scared, I held you close, my arms around you tightly and my head on your shoulder, chest to chest and feet to feet. Your ash brown hair was a familiar length, the length of two months ago. I would never let you go again.

I will race you to the waterside
And from the edge of Ireland shout out loud
So they could hear it in America
It's all for you.

You know, right?
Current Music: Snow Patrol - The Planets Bend Between Us