February 2009
125 posts
January 2009
62 posts
Sadist
I want to go collect caterpillars and ladybugs, build them a zen garden in an old jam jar, and spy on them all day.
I'm a loser and all I needed was a knee. But come...
“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance...”
– -Haruki Murakami
Theres no escape is there?
According to Greek mythology, King Minos of Crete had the craftsman Daedalus construct the Labyrinth in order to conceal the Minotaur, the half-bull, half-human offspring of Minos’ wife Pasiphae and a bull. For some unknown reason, Daedalus and his son Icarus were confined in the Labyrinth. Constructing wings of feathers and wax, the two were able to escape by flying above the walls of the...
I love the way hair smells after a cigarette.
And I’m jittery. And I think I’m going to go build a den on my balcony for a long night of smokes, spaghetti, and a Fellini film.
I need to copy this down in my journal later for further thought but since I’m at work right now it gets to stay here:
“Many times I was asked about the symbolic meaning of the sphinx. My answer to this question is that I see the sphinx as a symbol of human evolution and devolution. The human soul is on a quest for higher realization, but is also in danger of sliding...
“Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they...”
– Jean Cocteau
“Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal....”
– Jean Cocteau
growing concerns @ 4am
Are shadows portals and reflections fractals? Or the other way around, or both? Because I know that thoughts are fractals and portals. So is there a dimension where contemplations and emotions are tangible? Or are they just flakes of energy that drizzle into our minds? Are they like aromas that leak out of our pores and clog up the atmosphere? Because where do thoughts go once they are thought...
conversation with myself, on photobooth
me: i want to do something reckless and bad
me: get bangs again
me: oh, for fucks sake!
Black Tables - Other Lives
music that helps you...
“Never go with a hippie to a second location.”
– Jack Donaghy, 30 Rock
Just a little something to fit the mood.
havent-got-a-prayer:
The bottom line is this; I do not want a shallow relationship where both individuals are simply pretending to be so deeply in love, when it is really just an excuse to be unhappy and fuck nonstop.
Some people are amazing when they are single, and then they turn into mindless relationship parasites. I would rather be a cynic with wings and fresh air than a total fucking bore.
i bang the worst dudes (sorry, mom) →
(via underthesheets)
hahaha, sketch people
ashes to ashes
At night no one in particular plays the piano. Between the sheets, my brain unravels. First, into my arms and legs, until it’s fleshy tenticles seep out through my fingernails. We make knots in the dampness, endlessly digging through hallow thoughts. Sleep is overwhelming. It comes without warning in violent waves that bind me to the ocean floor. Underwater, I watch my ritual exorcism in...
“Samantha Jones, the sexist of the show’s characters, owns a PR agency. And she is -shall we say- experienced. She talks about her career as a way to meet men. Sorry kids - the real world of public relations isn’t like that. Real public relations work requires more than dressing up and going to dinner parties.” - Public Relations, Strategies and Tactics 9th edition
FUCK...
“Unfortunately, defining life is no simple matter, not even here on Earth where...”
– Life In The Universe (via thoughtsintransition)
The skeletons of a male and a female in loving...
I saw this band tonight, Other Lives. The lead...
vintage Taxicab Confessions is saving my life.
falling stars and failing love.
havent-got-a-prayer:
Her tears for him were falling stars, and they fell in vain. Little children about to sleep made wishes on them. Sailors saw them and remembered days of dirt roads and love. She cried for every word that he hadn’t meant and every promise that he had broken into pieces. The clouds clothed her, but still she felt naked. To be swallowed up in sunshine again, she thought,...
The Hymn of Sekhmet
Humans conspired to overthrow Ra and the other Gods. Even priests and magicians plotted against them. Ra heard of this and called together the most powerful and ancient deities. It was decided that Sekhmet, the force against which no other force avails, should stomp out the rebellion. She would punish all those who had evil in their hearts and minds.
That night Sekhmet walked among men and...
“Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost...”
– -Oshima, Kafka On The Shore
