These are the best weird shoes I found recently. You might discover something you like… that is, if you enjoy nails, breaking your feet in half, wearing a bishop’s hat on your ankle,or looking like a cartoon,
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
shoes?
These are the best weird shoes I found recently. You might discover something you like… that is, if you enjoy nails, breaking your feet in half, wearing a bishop’s hat on your ankle,or looking like a cartoon,
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The Witches was my personal favorite
Roald Dahl's stories made him one of the world's greatest children's authors. If you have to ask why, then here are some of the reasons: The Twits, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach, The Witches AND The BFG. All of which could easily be described as "best". So here's the marvellous, mischievous, magical world of Ronald courtesy of photographer Tim Walker and British Vogue,
Sunday, April 6, 2008
all hail the commander and chief
FUCK THIS SHIT I JUST WANT PEACE.
AND I HAVE A FEELING I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
CHEEEEESE
why do we always smile when someone takes our picture? because everybody does? and thus to blend/fit in? are you seriously that happy to have your picture taken? you would think i am because you might perceive me as a narcissist. i seriously hate having my picture taken sometimes. i refuse to smile when i do because i look like the biggest dorky fuck alive. but why do you smile? really... am i the only one with this philosophy on this stupid topic?
+brandon wollman is the only exception to this rule.
the streets are fields that never die. i saw something beautiful tonite
do you remember when we used to run around stoned? nights warm in the arms of friendswe were closer- your eyes were stillthe laughter continues around us. they're on a different trip.we're alone now. it's too close.drugs are a solitary venture- but we can't meet otherwise-two visions have trouble finding eachother in the daylightwe're close. look. our imagery speaks gently between usthere's nothing missing here- our gestures are understood.you look like this all the time, but now i can see itit's quiet around us. my visions are wandering. we're beyond conversationcome with me farther into the night.this hill always felt like a dream- you're fadingwe're going to bed.
BARACK THE VOTE
We have a choice in this country. We can accept a politics that breeds division, and conflict, and cynicism. We can tackle race only as spectacle—as we did in the OJ trial—or in the wake of tragedy, as we did in the aftermath of Katrina—or as fodder for the nightly news.
"We can play Reverend Wright’s sermons on every channel, every day and talk about them from now until the election, and make the only question in this campaign whether or not the American people think that I somehow believe or sympathize with his most offensive words.
"We can pounce on some gaffe by a Hillary supporter as evidence that she’s playing the race card, or we can speculate on whether white men will all flock to John McCain in the general election regardless of his policies.
"We can do that.
"But if we do, I can tell you that in the next election, we’ll be talking about some other distraction. And then another one. And then another one. And nothing will change.
"That is one option. Or, at this moment, in this election, we can come together and say, "Not this time." This time we want to talk about the crumbling schools that are stealing the future of black children and white children and Asian children and Hispanic children and Native American children. This time we want to reject the cynicism that tells us that these kids can’t learn; that those kids who don’t look like us are somebody else’s problem. The children of America are not those kids, they are our kids, and we will not let them fall behind in a 21st century economy. Not this time.
"We can play Reverend Wright’s sermons on every channel, every day and talk about them from now until the election, and make the only question in this campaign whether or not the American people think that I somehow believe or sympathize with his most offensive words.
"We can pounce on some gaffe by a Hillary supporter as evidence that she’s playing the race card, or we can speculate on whether white men will all flock to John McCain in the general election regardless of his policies.
"We can do that.
"But if we do, I can tell you that in the next election, we’ll be talking about some other distraction. And then another one. And then another one. And nothing will change.
"That is one option. Or, at this moment, in this election, we can come together and say, "Not this time." This time we want to talk about the crumbling schools that are stealing the future of black children and white children and Asian children and Hispanic children and Native American children. This time we want to reject the cynicism that tells us that these kids can’t learn; that those kids who don’t look like us are somebody else’s problem. The children of America are not those kids, they are our kids, and we will not let them fall behind in a 21st century economy. Not this time.
MY INTERESTS
GENERAL:
Things that aren't really there, drum circles, trust fund hippies, My girl Mary, girls in stockings, that guy at the club who won't stop staring at me, when I find pills in my pocket, sexual tension, Falsified events, hypnotiq, warmth, cashmere, dilated pupils, fearless exhibitionism, rebirth and discovery, true creative expression, Sidewalk prophets speaking the truth, Allowing my insides out, Snogging on Muholland with goosebumps down my arms, the sun, the son, teachers who abuse it, use it, and lose it, my children of the distant future, disappearing, hiding my meds under my tongue, reading body lingual advances, spooning, forking, loving touches on E, reminising, indian ink, x-men, 10 NEW txt messages at 3am, coffee and NO.9's, anywhere but here, validation, fornication,slapstick, sad eyes, pretending, spacing to RJD2, THE VIRGIN MARY JANE, reptar, living sublime songs and sub-rosa, imaginary heroes, CRAWLING ON MY hands and knees AND OTHER NEAT SHIT.
+someone i've been waiting on for far too long. Please find me. Follow the scent of cherry blossoms and the sound heels against stomping across the pavement.
Things that aren't really there, drum circles, trust fund hippies, My girl Mary, girls in stockings, that guy at the club who won't stop staring at me, when I find pills in my pocket, sexual tension, Falsified events, hypnotiq, warmth, cashmere, dilated pupils, fearless exhibitionism, rebirth and discovery, true creative expression, Sidewalk prophets speaking the truth, Allowing my insides out, Snogging on Muholland with goosebumps down my arms, the sun, the son, teachers who abuse it, use it, and lose it, my children of the distant future, disappearing, hiding my meds under my tongue, reading body lingual advances, spooning, forking, loving touches on E, reminising, indian ink, x-men, 10 NEW txt messages at 3am, coffee and NO.9's, anywhere but here, validation, fornication,slapstick, sad eyes, pretending, spacing to RJD2, THE VIRGIN MARY JANE, reptar, living sublime songs and sub-rosa, imaginary heroes, CRAWLING ON MY hands and knees AND OTHER NEAT SHIT.
+someone i've been waiting on for far too long. Please find me. Follow the scent of cherry blossoms and the sound heels against stomping across the pavement.
i feel
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes. I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
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