The most beautiful song of destruction

This time maybe I’ll be bulletproof

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 12:55:10 GMT

Sometimes I'm out and a song gets played, which seems so pertinent to what is going on in my life.
So clear and pristine.
Sometimes all it takes is a song.

Then I step back away from myself and my little world and really look at people.
It seems some people are shouting for what they need but other people just
don't see it... don't get it... don't hear it...
I guess thats it. We are all too busy with our own trivial games.
To ever answer that call of the other.

Everything that we do has an effect on all of those around us.
Yeah yeah yeah heard it all before but its fucking true.
Sometimes I just sit back and watch it all unfold. I try to give a heads up but those always seem to go unheard. Oh Cassandra nobody is ever gonna believe your warnings.
So events unfold and people get hurt, people explain their actions away, people just keep on not giving a fuck.

Oh well oh well

To those of you that can see me I love you dearly. To those of you that cant, fiat lux et facta est lux

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 16:51:09 GMT

Its been a little rough for me lately. Too much bad among too little good.
Life has a way of moving you out of complacency, whether you want to move or not. At times like these, I remember that change is the only constant. Somehow my friends are always there.

Standing in the light of your collective halo

For those of you that don't know its all about love. everything else is just secondary. That's where my headspace is at. If your not there that's alright, we all walk a different path right right.

Don't love people for who you think they are, but what they are destined to be. So lets all look a little deeper and see more than whats on the surface. Some of you don't hear me tho. You will when your ready, everything in its own time.

Love is the answer, love is the cure. Let go of all the hate, fear and pain that you have, it holds you back, it holds you down. One more time that wall of hate, fear and pain needs to come tumbling down.

Seriously kids this is not a dress rehearsal.

So its love or fear. One will take you into bliss. The other will continue the suffering.
There is no need to suffer limitation. Choose the unlimited. You know what to do.

Beauty and truth?

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 02:57:20 GMT

What is beauty, anyway? Whose beauty? Yours? Mine? Maybe this lack of so-called beauty is showing us an important point? What does beauty even mean.

Oh sure explain a truth full of banal intellectual discourse and smug obfuscations in the end I will just wink and say fuck it

That this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial

Wed, 28 Jan 2009 21:25:31 GMT

Its so cold outside

Fri, 23 Jan 2009 20:31:14 GMT

Let me fuck your ass he said

Sun, 11 Jan 2009 01:21:13 GMT

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Duration: 1:17:08

Photographer: Nanzig

Снежная королева

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 22:58:47 GMT

My heart is as

cold as ice

I know our love is fading but soon it will shine

Wed, 15 Oct 2008 19:29:51 GMT

I keep searching
Forever in your eyes
I'll be careful
But soon we will shine

And I can't see today
And I can't see tomorrow
You're burning out of my head
And my brain its going wrong

And I will live today
And I will love tomorrow
No matter what is said or done
Even if its going wrong

.

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 14:51:02 GMT

And everything was going wrong

Fri, 19 Sep 2008 00:33:16 GMT

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Till you found me and you make me believe again

From the Atlantis January Cruise 08. The Afterhours set. I'm not sure that can you even consider this an afterhours set since they never stopped serving alcohol on the high seas.
He will be here in San Francisco on Sunday November 23rd 2008 for the Fresh Thanksgiving T-Dance.

Couture: Chanel Fall / Winter 2007 / 2008
Photographer: Karl Lagerfeld
Models: Freha Beja & Brad Kroenig

Tu m'as promis

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 22:43:43 GMT

Tu m'as promis
Et je t'ai cru

Tu m'as promis le soleil en hiver et un arc-en-ciel
Tu m'as promis le sable doré; j'ai reçu une carte postale
Tu m'as promis le ciel, la terre, et une vie d'amour
Tu m'as promis ton cœur, ton sourire
Mais j'ai eu des grimaces

Tu m'as promis
Et je t'ai cru

Tu m'as promis le cheval ailé que j'ai jamais eu
Tu m'as promis le fil d'Ariane, mais tu l'as coupé
Tu m'as promis les notes de Mozart, pas des plats cassés
Tu m'as promis d'être ta reine;
J'ai eu pour sceptre un balai

Tu m'as promis
Et je t'ai cru

Tu es foutu-tu-tu...
Tu es foutu-tu-tu...

Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe
Mais je sais pourquoi on m'appelle
"Mademoiselle Pas de Chance"
Tu m'as promis, tu m'as promis
Tu m'as promis

Tu es foutu-tu-tu...
Tu es foutu-tu-tu...

Keep your heart pure and your head held high.

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 00:55:09 GMT

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It is sure to be dark

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 16:01:06 GMT

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if you close your eyes

Photographer: Tony Notarberardino

It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 13:53:57 GMT

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than to live an imitation of somebody else’s life with perfection

Bring on the Night

Sat, 09 Aug 2008 23:02:15 GMT

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Photographer: Jose Aragon
Music: My favorite San Francisco DJ Franky Boissy of Pink

You got me singin

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 15:08:17 GMT

Oh Yeah
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Photographer: Jose Aragon

See these eyes so green

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 02:32:05 GMT

I can stare for a thousand years

Colder than the moon

It's been so long

And I've been putting out fire

With gasoline

I didn't think you were ready, but you are. I knew it when I saw you with HIM.

Who?

You want to fuck him, don't you? You dream about fucking him! Your whole body burns, it burns all along your nerves, in your mouth, your breasts... you go wet between your legs.

Stop it!

Every time it happens... you tell yourself it's love. But it isn't. It's blood. And death. You can't escape your nightmare without me, and I can't escape my nightmare without you. I've waited a long time for you.

Cat People
mp3

Sordid details following

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 09:34:45 GMT

The shrieking of nothing is killing
just pictures of jap girls in synthesis

and I aint got no money
and I aint got no hair

But I'm hoping to kick
but the planet its glowing

Ashes to Ashes
mp3

where the Outside is WithIn the Inside and this Inside WithOut the Outside

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 03:10:05 GMT

Model: The White Rabbit
Photographer: Allard Honigh
Jewelry Designer: Sabrina Dehoff

True Colors

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 08:19:56 GMT

Breaks My Fucking Heart

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 13:55:34 GMT

It's all so tragic they way people treat each other
the mask that we all wear to hide behind
That carboncopy molding of the ever present mono culture
that we place in front of ourself

I'm Just Like You
I'm Just Like You
really
I'm Just Like You

But I'm not

I don't fit in the box
I color out of the lines
I like the ambiguous state of flux
that I manifest

Is it too much for you Baby?

So much for your single cultural hemogony theory.

I meet some absolutely wonderful people
But then I also
meet some very hideously horrible people

The fact that some people are that different
is something I find eternally amazing
like what generative factors went into that?

I'm Just Like You
I'm Just Like You
really
I'm Just Like You

But I'm not

Babe don't hide anymore.

We only get one life.

It is not a zero sum game.

Tell him that I won't steal you away.

Let her know that you value her as a person.

Know that I will always love you, but not in that way

....

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 15:20:56 GMT

It's too late
To fall in love with sharon tate
But it's too soon
To ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb

I think it's time that you all start
To think about gettin' by
But I have that need to go out and find somebody to love

It's too late
There's no one left that I even wanna imitate

You see, you just don't know
I'm here to give you my heart

And you want some fashion show

But it ain't no contribution
To rely on an institution
To validate your chosen art
And to sanction your boredom
And let you play out your part

It's too late
You know when they got nothin' to give
They only part their legs for what's negative

They're so decadent . . .
Until their daddy's money from home's all spent

So I think it's time, because it's too easy
To rely on worshiping devils and strangers in bed,

Though they do get good drugs, and they do give good head

It's too late
You shoulda realized I was worth the wait
Ah, but you didn't hesitate
When he took you off, you let him seal our fate

So I think it's time
That you all start
To think about gettin' by
Without that need to go out and find
Somebody to love

I refuse to use word/s

Wed, 14 May 2008 23:54:24 GMT

To define myself
So filled with connotations that are not representative of me
The values and judgments inherent in words
Negative and positive

Word can be used to define the self but they are inexact in nature
They hold too much history very little of which is my story

Which is more important

Who you have sex with?
or
Who you dont have sex with?

Is identity defined by behavior or feeling?

Is desire the same as intention?

Why live in the binary?
At the one end of the spectrum or the other
What about thetransitonary space in between?

If we value so highly the dignity of life, how can we not also value the dignity of death?

Tue, 13 May 2008 09:05:33 GMT

Ninagawa Mika

Ninagawa is prolific; she has over a dozen books published. She is represented by the Tomio Koyama Gallery, the same gallery that brought Takashi Murakami and Yoshitomo Nara to the world.

All good medicine tastes bitter.

Wed, 07 May 2008 00:19:35 GMT

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