liars in reno by troy, who has at least two doppelgangers running about los angeles.
sisterworld?
saw angus at coachella, became wide eyed and giddy, then promptly sprinted away.
such is life.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
pants on fire
liars in reno by troy, who has at least two doppelgangers running about los angeles.
sisterworld?
saw angus at coachella, became wide eyed and giddy, then promptly sprinted away.
such is life.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
heart of glass
so glass keeps breaking in my hands, and i'm unsure as to what it means (as if it means anything?)
like it's some great foreshadowing to something, as if foreshadowing exists in real life. i think it only does in retrospect, seen in the eyes of one that lived it and can make all the connections that didn't exist before, but that only exist after the fact.
is that what makes those connections powerful?
am i rambling? have i been drinking wine?
yes, yes, and yes....
maybe listening to this heats is getting to me, maybe its gluing together the fragments of my childhood garfield glass, and then having to glue together the fragments of my childhood piggy bank that are getting to me. (not from huffing glue, i'm not from sun valley. can one even huff elmers?)
both i accidentally smashed this year, destroying things ive had since before i can remember. i cant throw the shards away, even though both are actually broken beyond repair. they'll never be intact again.
as if it means anything; searching for meaning in a world without one. le sigh.
in summation, it be rad if everytime i picked up a glass, i didn't half expect it to break in my hand.
update: and a fucking glass broke again in my hand today at work, thats two this week. either i have the pointless super power of breaking glass! or we shouldn't stack the glasses.
also now preparing for the mocking from boss friends, as i was shouting "aw fuck!! i just drunkenly blogged about breaking glass!!!!" and they were like, you have a BLOG?!?!?!?!?! and rolled around on the ground dying of laughter. oh joy.
like it's some great foreshadowing to something, as if foreshadowing exists in real life. i think it only does in retrospect, seen in the eyes of one that lived it and can make all the connections that didn't exist before, but that only exist after the fact.
is that what makes those connections powerful?
am i rambling? have i been drinking wine?
yes, yes, and yes....
maybe listening to this heats is getting to me, maybe its gluing together the fragments of my childhood garfield glass, and then having to glue together the fragments of my childhood piggy bank that are getting to me. (not from huffing glue, i'm not from sun valley. can one even huff elmers?)
both i accidentally smashed this year, destroying things ive had since before i can remember. i cant throw the shards away, even though both are actually broken beyond repair. they'll never be intact again.
as if it means anything; searching for meaning in a world without one. le sigh.
in summation, it be rad if everytime i picked up a glass, i didn't half expect it to break in my hand.
update: and a fucking glass broke again in my hand today at work, thats two this week. either i have the pointless super power of breaking glass! or we shouldn't stack the glasses.
also now preparing for the mocking from boss friends, as i was shouting "aw fuck!! i just drunkenly blogged about breaking glass!!!!" and they were like, you have a BLOG?!?!?!?!?! and rolled around on the ground dying of laughter. oh joy.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
All we ever wanted was everything
Sigh.
Love life, always messy and hilarious and heartbreaking and good, all at once.
That and days spent by river throwing found 9mm bullets into it til one explodes, skinny dipping in pools, attending banksy's exit through the gift shop premiere, seeing liars and nights out in pouring rain with long lost friends, means that lifes fucking good.
As mr brainwash would tag/rip off/ hire someone to tag "life is beautiful"
updated my flickr with some things, see?
Love life, always messy and hilarious and heartbreaking and good, all at once.
That and days spent by river throwing found 9mm bullets into it til one explodes, skinny dipping in pools, attending banksy's exit through the gift shop premiere, seeing liars and nights out in pouring rain with long lost friends, means that lifes fucking good.
As mr brainwash would tag/rip off/ hire someone to tag "life is beautiful"
updated my flickr with some things, see?
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