made you breakfast.

because I

Give

and you

Take

Let us Die young let us Live Forever

The Knife- Intro

Beautiful opera composers

sounds

of/like

outside.

Roomservice.,.please.

Yeoup,

I am still in bed.

acollectionofinspiration

Please Say Something

Please Say Something

PSS is a 10 minute short concerning a troubled relationship between a Cat and Mouse set in the distant Future.

Please Say Something - Full Length from David OReilly on Vimeo.

This video was shown to me by artist Shawn Jeffers. Watch the whole thing.

The storyline, graphics, etc are great,

But what really gets me are these Beautiful compositional moments, they're like paintings.

snOw day

This is when Pam + Viv found out we didn't have Video class today:

Via mon chouchou Kyla Love's blog thevulgareye. bisous!

one, two.

I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too?

Then there's a pair of us - don't tell! They'd banish us, you know.

inafractionofasecond

When I grow Up I want to be a dolphin trainer.

*me

v v v

I want NYC to thaw from snow to w a t e r .

then

I can take a dolphin to class rather than the MTA.

Ocean song to sing into my mouth

w h i t e

canvas outside.

a blizzard blanket.

Always beautiful. Sometimes sorrowful

but

Listen to this

H U M,

close your eyes and be

warm.

Forget that you are in NYC and you have now been snowed in- Donner Party style- in your mouse den city apartment. I am not going to class tomorrow.

acollectionofinspiration

x,

L

There's a song about why I blog!

I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.

It's on a NeedToKnow basis, and you don't need to know.

Is it a dream
Keeping you awake
Is it the stillness that makes you shake?
If you need to know for sure
What's on the ocean's floor
You'll sink

The Breeze

because i love her blog. i want to eat it. this is a repost from her's *click*

Gettaway.

Space Ph: Vincent Fournier

"I don't hate people, I just feel better when they aren't around."

-Charles Bukowski

srsly.

Yo.

I'm ready to get the ferrrk outta here.

New York I love you but I think it's time we take a break.

Want to go to the woods. Vermont maybe ;)

But space is pretty beautiful too.

L

Sticks and stones and rocks and bones

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees;

rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

Live Performance!

guess what-

You are in my performance piece

and I bet you didn't

even

know it.

cut.

cependent, I may have to edit you out.

bisousbisous,

the director

Lake swimming

"Like a strong swimmer who one day up and drowns,

you cramp and sink. It can happen to anybody.

You let love lay too heavy in your stomach."

-Tom Robbins

Je vous déteste que

je vous embrasse,

L

love and a lie. lie down.

Nothing you can say can tear me away from my guy.
Nothing you can do cause i'm stuck like glue to my guy.
I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter,
like birds of a feather, we stick together.

I'm telling you from the start,

i won't be torn apart from my Lie.

+

Loli

DREAM ON

Pfffff...

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Say Goodnight.

speaking of

o u t t e r s p a c e*

What is a thing?

I haven't really ridden a skateboard since I was nine.

and I expected I was going to fall.

When it finally slipped out from my feet

the board went forward and I went backwards.

a face off. a duel.

The fall

the thunder-clap pain

felt so pervertedly wonderful.

AnOther*

What is a thing?,

Lola

These are things that turn me on.

Ahhh...

Thurston Moore is a light in my heart.

I am foremost a collector of all things

visually stimulating and beautiful but I am also extremely inspired by words and when used properly,

and in an organic way,

can mean something extremely

visual.

This is how I like to write, and it is also what my eyes love to read.

Virginia Woolf-esq,

Nerudian

proverbs,

curses,

blessings, are

sweet poetry.

Makes my eyes roll back in my mind and

see fireworks and

blue raspberry inspiration blossoms

exploding in the spaces between buildings and fingertips.

Read below to see his hand and hear his voice

vv*

Orchard Street

milky cement light sends radiation to a boys
breaking happy heart of blood and liquid flame,
hand in hand with wild wild lightning sweetheart,
the searchlights eyes wet and drunken desire
dripping tears of wishes and grape stained
immortal escape, the childs buddah vision, the
guardian from divinitys shadow, free jazz hotel
silent phantom ship anchored out of nowhere
conjured by the grace of stony demons bliss
seekers crazy crazy crazy in love with the night
sky orange and pink an amazing kiss bathed in
layers of history the air rich with promise and
deceit but forgiving, thank the lord, the voice, the
smell of you, words become music and black
blindfolds deliver erotic prayer, electric strokes
and stomachs touch, the warm now girl whispers
indescribable nothing everything and all at once

Thurston Moore, February 2010 NYC

hardtoexplain*

What is also great is the fact that I was only just

wandering

Orchard street

minutes ago. I think I missed Thurston by about 24 hours.

I ran into a friend on said street

and upon meeting she asked

"so, what are you doing down here?"

I replied, "walking around."

She asked, "just walking around?"

And I said, "yes. just walking around."

(what was so strange about this ? ? I should have referred her to Thurston's prose.)

friend foe or feather

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Earth, water, fire, and air

Met together in a garden fair

Put in a basket bound with skin

If you answer this riddle

You'll never begin

x,

fool

This must be the place

hi how are you?


fine.

just dandy.




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because
I am being
of light.



*ph: samuel hodge



Share the same space for a minute ?


or two.

X,
Lola

In so many words...

I keep watching this...

En kärlekshistoria/ Roy Andersson

Everyone tells me you're a Fake, but I believe in You.

the give & take

you push I

pull.

the feed.

because your kiss

reminded me.

that

Sometimes I wish I didn't

know

Anyone.

She's a Raw Spirit; a Cautionary Tale

I tore apart the tea bag packaging, and reached in to pull out the bag. On the end of my tea bag, the end of the string, held in my fingertips, was a fortune.

Find happiness

within yourself,

then share

yourself with others.

Read twice if you must.

Predator preys

then

Prey becomes predator.

A forewarning to those in

Pursuit.

Opting to pause this process now before it

occupies habit.

I'm going to soak my tea and drink its god awful

steeping wisdom.

I'm nobody's little weasel.

L