Monday, May 25, 2009

Let's demonize our soft injuries...





Remember when you were the hunted
Remember when I swallowed you in
Remember the rewards shimmering on the floor
Off the plastic chandelier
Remember when I saw you in orbit
Remember when I pulled you back in
Remember looking on blinking into the dawn
Thinking how this will never end

Surrounded
Let's romanticize
Our beloved memories
Surrounded
Let's demonize
Our soft injuries
Surrounded
Can we get behind
Distortion and liberties
Surrounded
We're surrounded or spiraling

Remember when I played assassin
Remember when my joking turned grim
Remember how we thought if we followed the dots
It would stop all the accidents
Remember when you broke my halo
Remember when I tied your wings in
Remember how we slipped on the lies we equipped
Just to bring back the goods again

Surrounded
Let's romanticize
Our beloved memories
Surrounded
Let's demonize
Our soft injuries
Surrounded
Can we get behind
Distortion and liberties
Surrounded
We're surrounded or spiraling

Is it perfect in our little Hell
Are you dancing or stumbling beside me
Well this might not be
We'll just wait and see

So now that we've stopped hearing echoes
And now that the replay wore thin
Just remember who held you
Remember who held you
Remember who held you
Remember who held you
Remember who held you

Surrounded
Let's romanticize
Our beloved memories
Surrounded
Let's demonize
Our soft injuries
Surrounded
Can we get behind
Distortion and liberties
Surrounded
We're surrounded or spiraling

Is it perfect in our little Hell

Silversun Pickups new CD Swoon is amazing.
Buy it.
Listen to it.
Love it.

Seriously- its fucking haunting and amazing.

lovelove.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

The sky has claws...




(These images have been in a desktop folder for so long that I haven't a clue who to credit for any of them, but they are amazing. If you know, do tell!)



Once there was a man,
who had a little too much 
time on his hands.
He never stopped to think that he was getting older.
But when his night came to an end,
he tried to grasp for his last friend
and pretend that he could wish himself health on a 4-leaf clover.

He said: Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown
and the sky has claws.
There's a wind-up man walking round and round.
What once was emerald city's now a crystal town.

3 'o' clock in the morning,
You get a phone call from the Queen
With a hundred heads
she says that they're all dead.
She tried the last one on, it couldn't speak, fell off
and now she just wanders the halls
thinkin' nothing, thinkin' nothing at all...

She says: Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown
and the sky has claws.
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was emerald city is now a crystal town.

The wheelie's are cutting pavement
and the Skeksis at the rave meant to hide,
deep inside their sunken faces and their wild rolling eyes,
But their callus words reveal 
that they can no longer feel
Love or sex appeal.
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal.

To return to Oz, 
we fled the world with smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I've lost my place and now it can't be found

Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown
and the sky has claws.
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was emerald city is now a crystal town. 

These images are pretty much what I feel when I listen to this song.
I also feel the need to mention that every time I hear this song, I get a tingle down my spine and my hair stands on end.
I don't know why, but I like it.
Oh, this is Scissor Sisters btw- listen.

I'll be in D-town for a day or two to take care of things while my parentals are off on an adventure.
How exciting.
Waking up at 9am here I come.

lovelove.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

People who...

Image credit: unknown, if you know please let me know!

So I found this while stumbling around online a bit ago, and I'm going to just highlight a few of my favorites, but it came from here...

People Who Claim to Be Afraid of Clowns

These people (and they are numerous) are attempting to cultivate a cute quirk, but they are really just aping a cute quirk cultivated by thousands of cute-quirk-cultivators before them in a giant, gross, boring feedback loop. Yes, clowns can be mildly creepy. But come on. Among the many things that are scarier than clowns: fire, earthquakes, a guy with a knife, riding the bus, colon cancer, falling down the stairs (it could happen at any time!), rapists, people who just kind of look a little rapey and are standing too close to you in line at 7-Eleven, Marlo from The Wire, influenza, and scissors.


Old People Who Think Pigeons Are Their Best Friends

Listen, old people. Pigeons do not love you. Much like robots and the British, pigeons do not have the capacity to feel love. They only have the capacity to desire croutons. And when you spread infinity croutons across the grass outside MY house, for the purpose of making pigeons love you (WHICH WILL NEVER HAPPEN), the only result is infinite feces. I now have to walk upon feces-encrusted streets through a feces-encrusted world. Because of you and your delusions of pigeon love. Stop it.


People Who Are Secret Hookers

They're your friends, but they're hookers! Ssssh!


People Who Are Pretty and Smart and Funny and Nice

You probably want to hate these people, but why bother? They are absolutely wonderful, and all we can do is deal with it and hope to be charming enough that they will some day mate with us so that our children can absorb some of their impossible magic.


People Who Don't Know How to Drink

Sometimes a person forgets to eat dinner, or sometimes they just didn't have time or money, and then they end up at the bar and the only snacks available are Rainier tallboys. And yes, sure, sometimes they grab your beard and tell you, "You are drinking the most successful sausage," even though that's barely even English, and then they lose their keys and have to sleep on your floor, where they wake up utterly bewildered and have to walk back to Capitol Hill and drink a Big Gulp of Sprite for breakfast on a Thursday. Be kind to these people. They mean well.


People Who Are Only Interesting When They're Drunk

This one is a bummer, but it's so much less depressing than its half brother, which is People Who Are Just Boring All the Time.


People Who Believe in Sasquatch

What's that? You couldn't afford your bunion surgery because you spent all your money on Sasquatch detectors? And now your bunion hurts? Bummer. A few years ago, a friend of mine told me that he'd discovered the secret to finding Sasquatch (he's a believer because once, in an Idaho forest, he "heard things" that he "couldn't explain") and called some cryptozoological society to announce his epiphany: "Just find out what it eats, and then go to where that is." He and I, we are not friends anymore.


People Who Don't Believe in Evolution but Love Antibiotics

Seriously? Either you believe in science or you don't. If you want to say sentences to me like "God made the earth 29 years ago out of Billy Graham's stool" or "Every time you take the morning-after pill, Satan has two orgasms," then go ahead and stay away from Dr. Syringey O'Medicine, MD, from here on out. Because you know that pill that made your strep throat go away? Science invented that. For you. Hey, why don't you just pray for God to take care of that root canal? I'll tell you why: Because God didn't go to dental school.


Wizards

Assholes with beards who do magic. In modern times, wizards look just like normal people, because they've learned to wear tracksuits and tuxedos over their robes. This means that wizards could be anywhere. Can you trust the people you work with not to be wizards?


Russians

Citizens of Russia. The sworn enemies of wizards.


Russian Wizards

Don't be ridiculous.


People Who Don't Know How to Navigate a Four-Way Stop or an Uncontrolled Intersection

Can a lady get a wave, please? Just a courtesy wave. That's all I ask. These people are under the impression that rules do not apply to them. They do not have to wait their turn because they are special. They are probably the worst people on this entire list, and that includes wizards.


People Who Are Just a Down-to-Earth Guy, Who Enjoys the Little Things in Life Like Going for Walks, Lifting Weights, or Just Doing Whatever (LOL), Whose Friends Would Probably Describe Him as Honest, Truthful, Loyal, Affectionate, Compassionate, and Romanceful, and Is Looking for a Woman Who Is That Rare Combination of Stunning on the Outside and Beautiful on the Inside, and Most Importantly Down to Earth, Enjoys the Little Things in Life, Loves Children, Animals, Has a Passion, Laughter. I Especially Like Asians.

Can we just skip to the part where you gun down everyone in the Taco Bell?


People Who Try to Pretend Like They Already Knew the Story About Jimmy Stewart Smuggling a Yeti Hand out of Nepal in His Wife's Underpants

I do not believe you, unless your name is Jimmy Stewart's Wife's Vagina. And I'm pretty sure Jimmy Stewart's Wife's Vagina doesn't know how to read. So.


That is all.

lovelove.

Hope you come down with something they can't diagnose, don't have the cure for...


i am heaven sent, DON'T YOU DARE FORGET.
i am all you've ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised.
sorry i told. 
I JUST NEEDED YOU TO KNOW.
i think in decimals and dollars.
i am the cause to all your problems,
shelter from cold. 
we are never alone.
coordinate brain and mouth.
THEN ASK ME WHAT'S IT LIKE TO HAVE MYSELF SO FIGURED OUT.
I WISH I KNEW...


i hope this song starts a craze.
the kind of song that ignites the airwaves.
the kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are,
WITH WHOEVER THEYRE THERE WITH.
THIS IS WAR.
every line is about who i don't wanna write about anymore.
hope you come down with something they can't diagnose, 
don't have the cure for.
holding on to your grudge.
oh it's so hard to have someone to love.
AND KEEPING QUIET IS HARD.
BECAUSE YOU CAN'T KEEP A SECRET
IF IT NEVER WAS A SECRET TO START.
AT LEAST PRETEND YOU DIDNT WANT TO GET CAUGHT.

we're concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we're throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe in us.

oh, we're so controversial.
we are entirely smooth.
WE ADMIT TO THE TRUTH,
WE ARE THE BEST AT WHAT WE DO.
and these are the words you wish you wrote down.
this is the way you wish your voice sounds,
handsome and smart.
OH MY TONGUE'S THE ONLY MUSCLE OF MY BODY
THAT WORKS HARDER THAN MY HEART.
and it's all from watching tv,
and from speeding up my breathing.
wouldn't stop if i could.
oh it hurts to be this good.
you're holding on to your grudge.
oh it hurts to always have to be honest
with the one that you love.
so let it go.

we're concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we're throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe in us.

this is the grace that only we can bestow.
THIS IS THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR LOSS OF CONTROL.
this is the break in the bend,
this is the closest of calls.
this is the reason you're alone,
THIS IS THE RISE AND THE FALL.

we're concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we're throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe.


Brand New is probably seriously one of my favorites. And this song feels like the fucking story of my life more often than not.
"How is your heart lately?"
A: My heart is slowly, but surely (and thankfully) finding its way back up and out of the pit in my stomach where it has been living.

I am watching tank girl. SO SO SO SO SO FUCKING FABULOUS.
"It's been swell, but the swelling's gone down."
I might have to marry Lori Petty.
For real.
lovelove.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more!

I just thought I should make a note about a few things that I think you should listen to... because I listened to these things today and they made me happy.

-Billy Idol-
Rebel Yell 
White Wedding
Hey Little Sister

-Yeah Yeah Yeahs-
Zero
Hysteric 
Heads Will Roll
Skeletons

-Metric-
Stadium Love
Gold Guns Girls
Help I'm Alive

-Elton John-
Tiny Dance
Amoreena

-Rush-
Tom Sawyer

-Muse-
Hysteria
Feeling Good
Supermassive Black Hole

-Rilo Kiley-
Portions For Foxes

And there is so much more... but these are the songs that I can think of off the top of my head.
New picture updates will be coming soon.
lovelove.

Friday, April 03, 2009

Why yes, I am a natural blue!




Wearing: black cami tank- Express, black t-strap tank- self made, tight ass skirt- Victoria's Secret, leggings- Charlotte Russe, black and bronze gladiator heels- Sam Edelman, patent belt- thrifted?, all jewelry- custom and vintage.

So this was my outfit tonight to see THE FAINT and LADYTRON play at First Ave. 
Fucking incredible. 
They both performed superbly and the sets were nice and long, and the song choices were awesome.
I was a bit drunk for a while there... and I was in good spirits all damn night!
Score one for the home team!

I love when I win.

And might I just say- I feel like that cat that ate the fucking canary tonight.

Oh, and my hair is blue now instead of pink
I might be in love with it just a touch...

Buffy time now... 

lovelove.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Queer-life... not to be confused with "cool life"

This day has been crazy busy. 
Basically it consisted of, in this order:

Wake up, looking like a crazy-ass-hot-mess.
Down coffee and cigarettes.
Talk on the phone to 4 different people as I pretended to be productive.
Spend time dinking around in my kitchen.
Touch up my pink hair, and ran around like a chicken without a head trying to get ready to go out (almost left the house with only one eyebrow drawn on. Not ok.)
Long ass ride in the car which took about 3x as long as it should have.
CD release party (which was a bit disappointing, but not bad, perhaps more on that later.)
Home, change clothes for comfort, and make up my bed.
Go out to dinner with my cousin and sister for like 2 1/2 hours (fucking tasty food!)
Come home, with aforementioned cousin and sister, and consume copious amounts of coffee and cigarettes once again, until about 12:15. 
Talk to mom on the phone at 12:30 for a while.
Cut and color roommate's hair.
Play with Foxy.
Stumble around on the internet.
Wash face and try to wind down.
Stumble more, and creep around on myspace... which seems to be what I do when I have nothing left to do.
Finally...
And I just think that I should put it out there... at this moment, I am enjoying reading some nice queer erotica, and having blue drink in my freshly made bed with my cat.
Just so you know.

Let's hear it for sexual frustration!
Or no.

I am going to try to sleep now... 
Only to wake up in four hours to go to fucking BRUNCH with a large group of family... There is going to be a lot of estrogen going on.
Great.
I guess that's what I get for letting my mom talk me in to "quality family time" with bribes of shopping.
I'll remember that for next time.
Maybe.

Lovelove.