Monday, April 26, 2010
a little bit wet yet? hope so.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
like mine for edie.
what if they want me to be brilliant but im all out of smiles.
or funny but i forgot all my jokes.
what if they ask me to shine for them, brightly...on a day that i simply look dull.
I cant do tricks, or science or maths or string together big words.
i cant dress like a girl or speak politely.
i swear and am often unclassy.
what if a guy wants me to be his perfect woman.
what if he wants someone to be everything im not.
but most of all what if he or they want me to be brave, fearless.
for everything else i may be able to fake.
bravery is not.
Artist, Sculpturist, homosexual gay boy extrodinaire.
I love that his old website reads as this.
completely dope. and homo.
and yes. i consider Balenciaga tights a work of art.
Friday, April 16, 2010
lj's 21st. red wine. drunken speech. drunken behaviour. slapping of boys. calling people cunts.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
so there it is. my friends, just a small few of them. i cant love anymore without first acknowledging the ones already here. thank you for being the centre stepping stones to my life.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
It makes me question social conscious, the world we live and love in. somedays the line between what is and what should be is so fine.
What do I want from the world? What will it give me.
Some days I live in the fish bowl.
A friend posted this quote the other day. Its Jack Kerouac.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
here are my mad people.