9.11.09

let it go

what i like best is when i can see the soul of the artist spilt into his (her) work. when you've been crying, i want to see the tears in form of your words. if life brings you glee, i want to see balloons of paint & splashes of merry-go-rounds.

let me see your life.

6.11.09

somewhere, we all lost it.

what may I ask happened to this type of guy? why did the real "tough guy" look disappear and get replaced with ed hardy t-shirts and pierced ears. you look like a wuss. take some tips, from real men, real guys like these.



take me to the dance hall, not whiskey dix.


to achieve classic and flawless style, see James Dean.

i'm not speaking for myself, however i'm just rather concerned for the general public.

women should aspire for something other then to look like a model from from the next guess? ad, or nylon's increasingly downhill take on fashion and matching things together that, well just don't match. you will probably end up looking like trash if you try this look.

oh, and stop thinking you are some sort of fashion queen, when really you just have shitty style and hair and you were "inspired" a.k.a copied someone else completely. no "scratching your head", "oh, my...how did i accidently get here, in the middle of this field in this cute dress and heels?" get your own fucking wardrobe ideas. oh, and a brain would be a necessary accessory.

so, ladies; either polish up or grunge down. because looking like everyone else = looking like trash.








strive to be:
effortlessly flawless.






not full of flawed effort.

1.11.09

fascinate


holy night of hell.




bath candles.



zylo phone.




fixtures here & there.



mayo



$5.99



end.

when i grow up;





i might just want to be her.

3.10.09

with the seasons changes; my life has changed tenfold. what will winter's snow blow my way? spring's sweet sweet birds, what will they sing to me? & when the blueberries are in bloom, will i get the just the juiciest ones? i can not ask such questions, i must be patient. i must be kind. i don't know how but i know all the goods of the earth are coming my way; but i will soon; in time.

21.9.09

my life feels like remnants of a pre-teen diary.

8.9.09

skipseasons

i have no time for skeptics
so if you are one;
consider yourself lost &
forgot