A FORM OF UGLINESS SO INTOLERABLE/WILDE

ive got too much on my mind but not enough in my head.
angst angst angst.
(silent, contemplative LOL)


ive been thinking about being qualified.
its a royal bugger. i wish i was in the moments where one could say "fuck it" and relocate.


i have a path, ive had a path and i cant help but be distracted. hoping its temporary. but this routine is making me sob (hypothetically/hyper pathetically)


so its late, im distracting myself and i will entertain my imagination by pretending to have a captive audience. virtual of course. no such audiences in reality, darl'. and this is the point where i look over my thoughts and edit but its too late to care so here are some pictures.


for art. (always for art. taking a drag of the cigarette OF SLEF INDULGENCE) lovely. 
the whole "concept" was about religion, but i say that loosely because there is no real concept ever, only vague pseudo-thoughts that never fully form and just land as nublie pretensiouso on my page.
inspiRRRed by Vinca Petersen
viola.

i feel ill

GOT COLOUR WAVES FOLLOWING ME/////

DANCE IN THESE FLOWERS/THIS IS MY MARK

a kid named kee gave me some dried flowers. she said the sun had made brittle. so i took pictures and hope she sees them halfway across the world.


I LOVE MY FAMILY. LA BELLA MAFIA.

TO BE MADE OF GLASS/////////

I will rise now
And go about the city
In the street's broadways I seek
Him whom my soul loveth

Went over the sea
What did I find
A thousand crystal towers
A hundred emerald cities
And the hand of the watchman
In the night sky
Points to my beloved
A knight in crystal armour

And I tried to hold him
I tried for the creed
I'll make a suit of colours
To stop the blinding mirrors
Sew a cape of red and gold
Stifled up the beam
With the perfect armour
With a perfect dream

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

And with two suns spinning
At two different speeds
Was born a hot, white diamond
Burning through the rainbow
Flames fell into orbit
To hold eternally
Two heavenly spirits
That just wouldn't seem

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

/////////

yah so i find myself yet again bored.

was listening to bat for lashes 'glass' and thought YEAH SURE. i will "explore some of the imagery". this song could lead to so much visuals but me and my limited resources (ie IM JUST TOO TOO LAZY) stifled such potential.

but it give me SOMETHING to blog about. i can't wait till i get a life ITS GONNA BE SO GREAT. 

but until then.

p.s. noodle (cat) is lurking in the background of these photos. ATTENTION WHORE IN TRAINING. 

BLACK AND WHITE AND SEPIA AND MORE/MAKING SHAPES

SOOOOO YOU HAVE HAD A BREAK FROM MY FACE, BUT ITS BACK. AND LOOKING BROKEN. AND YOU WILL WANT TO BREAK IT FURTHER. ME TOO.

you should know that i try to take pictures of other things (such as pretty flower or collection of nic-nacs) but i "respond" most to pictures with people in it. and the only person that is available ALL THE TIME for me to subject to such images is me. (oh by the way, im a whore with no life). TRUE DAT.

so i was like "LA LA LA. ME ME ME. SNAP SNAP SNAP. PAINT PAINT PAINT. EYEBROW EYEBROW EYEBROW. YUCK YUCK YUCK. DELETE DELETE DELETE. EDIT EDIT EDIT. LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH. POST POST POST." 

word triplets. i dont know why I JUST WENT WITH IT. 

..... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAND RELAX.


FRANKIE SAYS SO.