Feeling these.
rocked with the basics, no patterns.
Mmm Yes
BANG.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Human The Death Dance- Buddy Wakefield
On the face of her phone, Wylenne programs a message to herself so when the alarm clock rings, the screen flashes "every day is one day less, everyday is one day less."
Jordan tattoos the words "forgive me" in thick balck letters on the inside of his arm, so that when he looks at his wrist,he will remember to not hate himself so much.
What they both keep forgetting is that there is life after survival.
After Dave left, Mary started sticking her face between the film projector and the movie screen, so that when the credits roll, she still gets to be somebody.
When Tara's past comes back, she mashes chalk into the sidewalk until her knuckles bleed. She scribbles and scrapes until the words take shape, and this is what they say, they say, "i wanna die motherfucker, die die motherfucker."
hold tight(?), if i love you, cause it might not last long.
we're all gonna die. that's the exciting part. it's learning how to live for a living. That's the tricky bitch.
Just ask Denise, whose family taught her when she came into this world, that family equals love. So, Denise took that shit seriously but after a lifetime of craving acceptance from their cruelty, she now finds herself jamming polaroid pictures of these people into her typewriter and pounding out the last letter of the word "mercy" over and over.
She strikes the key "y", "why why why why why." And the answer comes in the form of a hand written letter from the moon.
It says, "This is brutally beautiful. So are we. This is endless. So are we. We can heal this." signed, Crater Face.
P.S. See me for who I am. We got work to do.
But my father, he didn't read moon, he didn't speak moon, he didn't write moon.
So there was no note left next to his body when he decided to leave this world on purpose without telling us where he was going or why.
There are still days you can catch me tape recording internal silence and playing it backwards for an empty room. Just so I can listen to his dying wish.
It's true. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. But thank goodness, My family tree was in an orchard on a hill that rolled me to the river and that river rifted me to the rapids and those rapids rushed me into this moment. Right here, right now, with you.
It's a mouth, this is my church. And this church is a house of healing. Hallelujah. Welcome, come on in. As you are. Have a look around.......stay out of my porn.
There are massive stacks of bad choices in my backyard, clearly, I have not yet reached enlightment beyond a few pleading moments, but i'm trying.
And I found something here I want you to have, it's not much, just a story, but it's all I got. So take it.
It's called Dylan. Dylan's drug of choice was "more." So Dylan took more and more and more. Until the day he woke up babbleling in the pool of his own traffic jam. Realizing he is killing off the best parts of himself, and claiming he could read peoples skin.
When he looked down at his heart flap, it said "boy, go find your spine, and ride it out of here."
Wylennes guts said "Day one."
Jordans arm were "fully forgiven."
Mary's face, "The ENDless."
Tara's knuckles,"Healing."
Denise's fingers said, "C" "See see see see see."
and Dylan said my smile it said "fix it." So I came back here, to the mouth of the river to look at my own reflection under the moonlight and see what it says for myself.
On my whole body, it is written,
P.S. See me for who I am. We got work to do. As for crater face, I don't speak for that guy. His skin, "brutally beautiful."
Hand written letter from the Sun.
thankyou Bri
Jordan tattoos the words "forgive me" in thick balck letters on the inside of his arm, so that when he looks at his wrist,he will remember to not hate himself so much.
What they both keep forgetting is that there is life after survival.
After Dave left, Mary started sticking her face between the film projector and the movie screen, so that when the credits roll, she still gets to be somebody.
When Tara's past comes back, she mashes chalk into the sidewalk until her knuckles bleed. She scribbles and scrapes until the words take shape, and this is what they say, they say, "i wanna die motherfucker, die die motherfucker."
hold tight(?), if i love you, cause it might not last long.
we're all gonna die. that's the exciting part. it's learning how to live for a living. That's the tricky bitch.
Just ask Denise, whose family taught her when she came into this world, that family equals love. So, Denise took that shit seriously but after a lifetime of craving acceptance from their cruelty, she now finds herself jamming polaroid pictures of these people into her typewriter and pounding out the last letter of the word "mercy" over and over.
She strikes the key "y", "why why why why why." And the answer comes in the form of a hand written letter from the moon.
It says, "This is brutally beautiful. So are we. This is endless. So are we. We can heal this." signed, Crater Face.
P.S. See me for who I am. We got work to do.
But my father, he didn't read moon, he didn't speak moon, he didn't write moon.
So there was no note left next to his body when he decided to leave this world on purpose without telling us where he was going or why.
There are still days you can catch me tape recording internal silence and playing it backwards for an empty room. Just so I can listen to his dying wish.
It's true. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. But thank goodness, My family tree was in an orchard on a hill that rolled me to the river and that river rifted me to the rapids and those rapids rushed me into this moment. Right here, right now, with you.
It's a mouth, this is my church. And this church is a house of healing. Hallelujah. Welcome, come on in. As you are. Have a look around.......stay out of my porn.
There are massive stacks of bad choices in my backyard, clearly, I have not yet reached enlightment beyond a few pleading moments, but i'm trying.
And I found something here I want you to have, it's not much, just a story, but it's all I got. So take it.
It's called Dylan. Dylan's drug of choice was "more." So Dylan took more and more and more. Until the day he woke up babbleling in the pool of his own traffic jam. Realizing he is killing off the best parts of himself, and claiming he could read peoples skin.
When he looked down at his heart flap, it said "boy, go find your spine, and ride it out of here."
Wylennes guts said "Day one."
Jordans arm were "fully forgiven."
Mary's face, "The ENDless."
Tara's knuckles,"Healing."
Denise's fingers said, "C" "See see see see see."
and Dylan said my smile it said "fix it." So I came back here, to the mouth of the river to look at my own reflection under the moonlight and see what it says for myself.
On my whole body, it is written,
P.S. See me for who I am. We got work to do. As for crater face, I don't speak for that guy. His skin, "brutally beautiful."
Hand written letter from the Sun.
thankyou Bri
Friday, November 27, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Happy Mess
"And I respect how you question your investments
I take the blame but it ain't to be impressive
It feels like a cop out to label it lessons"
I take the blame but it ain't to be impressive
It feels like a cop out to label it lessons"
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Always.
Depression is so real.
About the realest thing I’ve ever known.
But then again I haven’t known much.
I thought I had forever to find what I want.
Always then always when, never realizing it was always now.
It was always now.
Always…now
When all the straight to voicemails sound alone
And all the UN replied to texts spell alone
And you even feel like you smell alone
Always lingering like an intrusive cologne
Always...lingering
The type of alone that crowds can’t cure.
When you cry until you laugh and cry all over again.
A painted smile for a painted face
Caked layers of denial and makeup makeup the morning routine
Because maybe if I have enough make up I wont have to make up some story about how im good, or busy, or fine
Im always fine
Nothing more.
Always…fine
I need medicine for mediocrity or melancholy
Whichever comes first?
And I tell myself everyday I’ll stop doing this.
Always then always when, but it is always now
Always…now.
About the realest thing I’ve ever known.
But then again I haven’t known much.
I thought I had forever to find what I want.
Always then always when, never realizing it was always now.
It was always now.
Always…now
When all the straight to voicemails sound alone
And all the UN replied to texts spell alone
And you even feel like you smell alone
Always lingering like an intrusive cologne
Always...lingering
The type of alone that crowds can’t cure.
When you cry until you laugh and cry all over again.
A painted smile for a painted face
Caked layers of denial and makeup makeup the morning routine
Because maybe if I have enough make up I wont have to make up some story about how im good, or busy, or fine
Im always fine
Nothing more.
Always…fine
I need medicine for mediocrity or melancholy
Whichever comes first?
And I tell myself everyday I’ll stop doing this.
Always then always when, but it is always now
Always…now.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Get the Name Straight
has been pretty busy lately. i mean im always busy but shit is getting real now.
college apps x school work x rehearsal x normal life = :/
but its all good im a soldier got some creative shit in the works another blog comin soon?!
cough cough be on the looksies
for now ADIOS AMIGOS
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Live and Direct...
From Seatlle!
Im in my big comfortable room in my big comfortable bed typing from my new laptop that world vision bought for me. Chillin in this weird cabin lodge type place there are trees surrounding me and i gotta say its pretty beautiful ya know being from LA I dont really see the seasons change at all So this is a nice change. Well I would show you guys pics but I didnt bring my camera chord being that this whole laptop thing was a suprise. Lovin Seattle so far in the presence of good people.
Sometimes I love the shit outta my life.
Long day tomorrow
Peace and much love to ya.
Im in my big comfortable room in my big comfortable bed typing from my new laptop that world vision bought for me. Chillin in this weird cabin lodge type place there are trees surrounding me and i gotta say its pretty beautiful ya know being from LA I dont really see the seasons change at all So this is a nice change. Well I would show you guys pics but I didnt bring my camera chord being that this whole laptop thing was a suprise. Lovin Seattle so far in the presence of good people.
Sometimes I love the shit outta my life.
Long day tomorrow
Peace and much love to ya.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Art With No Aisle
Welcome to the Dollhouse
& Towelhead
Teen Witch
& Medicine for Melancholy
Little Children
& Kill Bill
Been into movies a lot latlely. I want to get into film eventally
Halloween/Weekend post coming later
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