Wednesday, March 25, 2009

more Dirty Old Man Notes...

the public takes from a writer, or writing, what it needs and lets the remainder go. but what they take is usually what they need least and what they let go is what they need most (130).

Sunday, March 15, 2009

evil seductive lush lashes.

what point do eyelashes serve?
half-inch pestering lashes are constantly finding their way into my eyes... the most tormenting, agonizing, self-inflicted annoyance that I couldn't wish upon my worst enemies.
Blast you, you fiend!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

magic.

I always expect for great writing to take place without thought, simply appear before me by pure magic...
A great awakening has taken place, I have opened my eyes to see that the letters aren't going to type themselves and my pencil is no supernatural wand.
The toiling of the perfect words and phrases can be both pestering and enthralling, much like an intricate puzzle.
Amazing writing comes with creative thought, an arduous process of re-writing, re-vising, re-editing, re-imagining, re-inventing... and maybe just a dash of fairy dust.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

why do the boring always prevail?

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

done.

FREE dom.
Free from Cum.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

thanks adele richardson..

for ripping out the passionately beating heart of Literature.
douche.

Going to school to learn... what a dumb thought.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

pablo picasso v. charles bukowski

"Pablo Picasso" by The Modern Lovers
Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole

Well the girls would turn the color
Of the avacado when he would drive
Down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down you street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright


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"Bukowski" by Modest Mouse
Evil home stereo, what good songs do you know?
Evil me, oh yeah I know, what good curves can you throw?
Well all that icing and all that cake,
I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake.
You were talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day,
When you get to the point make sure that I'm still awake, OK?

Went to bed and didn't see why
Every day turns out to be a little bit more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.

But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?

Monday, January 26, 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

dance the magic dance

Gigi Gonzalez: you remind me of the babe
RAMONEIAC1951: which babe
Gigi Gonzalez: the babe with the power.
RAMONEIAC1951: whcih power
Gigi Gonzalez: the power of vodoo

Saturday, January 3, 2009

oy...

I am completely terrified by all things AWKWARD (and that just happens to be a prominent factor in every aspect of my life)
When hints of the unwieldy become evident, I hide myself away.
The clumsy and unmanageable bring tears to my eyes.
The difficult and inappropriate seize me and tear me apart.
Left alone in my own dark corner, eyes soaked, left in bitter pieces, I crawl searching for some sense of normality.

Friday, December 26, 2008

oh Christmas...










Pictures speak a thousand words...
Best Christmas gift ever: Nikon D60... yay!!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Boston Red Stockings...


I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad...
how different people perceive a certain place?
and how we anticipate our adventures or lack of them.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Supressed or Unworthy?

Around the comfort of old Friends or maybe only familiar faces....
My lips are sewn together, shut by some old back-stitched fishing line.
My ideas seem unworthy to proclaim, they come to life only to dwindle away.
My brain is flooded with thoughts, unsuccessfully thrusting through my ear canals and nostrils.
No one cares to listen, except maybe a silly blog
for what I say has no punchline.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

digging Sal Paradise.

In tribute to Jack Kerouac's On The Road
A Glossary of the torn and dragged slang of the beloved Beatniks

BLOW - refers to the playing of a horn musician; often reserved for trumpet and saxophone players. "Ole Cannonball Adderly sure can blow his horn"

TEA- the herb known more commonly known today as pot, bud, or marijuana. "Dean where can I get me some of that tea."

DIG- to completely take something in mentally that you find fascinating, or even enthralling. "I really dig this tea."

COOL CAT- one who gives off a kicky, yet laid-back impression, a respected cat. "That Miles is one cool cat."

vogue pt 2.



Oh how I wish I had the money to roam the world of internet shopping freely, to not be limited by a cruel price tag... just wishes. only mere desires, followed by shattered hope.

drinking wine wine wine.

"You get a nickel.
and I'll get a quarter
we'll all go out and buy some wine"

Keeping up with its' classy appeal is awful hard work considering its pugnacious attributes and cringing aroma.
but...
Watching PINKS wasted on 7 dollar french table wine is nothing but beautiful.
LET's RACE!

Friday, December 19, 2008

vogue.

Christmas Eve Outfit.

thick white tights.
Grey wool shorts.

Black fleece sweater.
white tank/ blouse??

boots v. flats?!!