| sam |
[May. 11th, 2009|11:27 pm] |
"i've always thought of myself as a cowboy."
"...me too."
by way of a few simple twists of fate, i came to know a boy who turned out to be a near-perfect reflection of myself. and i'm so vain i went and fell in love with him. |
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| summer |
[Apr. 11th, 2009|09:47 am] |
the more i think about the logistics of this, the more it needs to happen. summer of my eighteenth year. it's about time i did something spontaneous and risky and romantic and life-changing. i think i'm going to drive across the country. |
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| DOORS |
[Feb. 19th, 2009|08:32 am] |
first project for videography class!
the assignment was "a one-minute film about a door."
we didn't know what to do, so we just started filming. this is what happened.
it's kind of awesome.
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| boy decide |
[Feb. 10th, 2009|10:53 pm] |
this has been one of my favorite songs for a long time now
but these days the lyrics are hitting a little too close to home
murder by death - boy decide
there's a son, he is born
with a silver spoon in his mouth
go on, boy, admit it
there's got to be something you love
enough to protect
you tire of things, i know,
but you've got to push on
some men crave women,
and some men crave gold
some folks die too young
and some die too old
some just want to pass time with liquor and cards
some work to the top and then some don't get far
boy, decide
you're too old to fuck around
and too young to die
time to try life on for size
now the time has come
to pull yourself out of the mud
and fix yourself up
hell, don't you care how you look?
your mother (god rest her)
she'd spin in her grave if she knew
what a mess you have made
some men crave women,
and some men crave gold
some folks die too young
and some die too old
some just want to pass time with liquor and cards
some work to the top and then some don't get far
boy, decide
you're too old to fuck around
and too young to die
time to try life on for size
you're pissing into the wind
squandering the life you were given
now what will you do?
cause you're wasting away your life
digging a hole you can dive into
when you get tired of fighting... |
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| johnny trouble |
[Jan. 11th, 2009|02:38 am] |
it's hard to know how to feel when the reasons why you love people are the very same reasons that they can make you feel real sad sometimes
(or maybe i should just start taking the pills again?)
but then, we artsy types are never happier than when we've got some inner turmoil to work with
i've found that bittersweetness is well-accompanied by certain intoxicating beverages
we're underage and overboard and destined for greatness, or alcoholism
"pathos + gin = pathogen?" |
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| hahahahaha |
[Dec. 29th, 2008|04:51 pm] |
this is my horoscope for the week of december 29th:
virgo (Aug. 23rd-Sept. 22nd)
This week, you'll have more energy than a brand new puppy waiting for his walk. And you know how some people are dog people and others would rather piss on a fire hydrant in public than show a canine a little love? Well, the same goes for you: Your crotch-sniffing, drippy tongue act will be a little much for all the wrong people. But there's one special person out there who's going to just love it, and it's gonna be just like that spaghetti scene in The Lady and the Tramp. Ain't puppy love grand? Your New Year's resolution: If you sense a kindred spirit in the room, go straight for the crotch. And stay off the furniture.
( silly horoscopes and new years' resolutions for the rest of you )
courtesy of em & lo's sex blog |
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| this feels better |
[Dec. 22nd, 2008|07:43 pm] |
on being sick: being sick isn't so bad when you catch it from somebody you love. and you don't regret what you was doin' when you caught it.
on love: some people are really hesitant to tell people that they love them. i used to be one of those people. recently though, i've realized that love is awesome, and i have a lot of love for a lot of people, and i'm going to tell them about it. HEY I LOVE YOU :D
on defiance, ohio: i can't stop listening to them, we should listen to them together and sing real loud
on myself: i look a bit like a small antelope that's been whipped around by a lion or something else with powerful jaws. but the antelope is okay with it, because the antelope and the lion are pals. my throat hurts and i'm terribly lightheaded. i've got bruises on my neck and my lips are purple. my neck is sore, probably from having my hair pulled. i haven't showered in a while. and i am so happy. there are things i could be unhappy about, but i am ignoring them. it's fantastic. call me, i want to play. i'll try not to cough on you. |
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| A THANKSGIVING CAROL |
[Nov. 27th, 2008|12:24 am] |
on the first day of turkey, my true luv gave to meee...
fiiiive rainbow tuurrrrds
four hopping nazis
three purple things
two little girls
and a cat abusing a babyyyy
MERRY THANKSGIVING EV'RYBODY
GOD BLESS US EVERY ONE
P.S. YES MY NEW MOOD THEME IS VAPOREONS WHAT |
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| the strokes |
[Nov. 6th, 2008|06:25 pm] |
you don't even have to look at their faces to see how cute they are. |
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| halloween |
[Nov. 3rd, 2008|12:54 pm] |
i know it's a lil bit late, but i have a halloween present for you all! i give you...
OLIVIA'S SPOOOKY HALLOWEEN MIXTAPE!
1. humpin' pumpkin - modest mouse
2. call 1-800-FEAR - lali puna
3. animal midnight - stephen malkmus & the jicks
4. skeleton suit - birdmonster
5. my doorbell - white stripes
6. ghosts are good company - bishop allen
7. werewolves of london - warren zevon
8. thriller - ben gibbard
9. same ghost every night - wolf parade
10. candy - lovedrug
11. vampire girls - jesus h. christ & the four hornsmen of the apocalypse
12. fell in love with a zombie - oh no! oh my!
13. such a scream - tom waits
14. vampire/forest fire - the arcade fire
15. these ate the ghosts - the bees
16. the monster mash, of course.
this glorious little mix of righteously spooky music can be downloaded for your listening pleasure here: http://www.mediafire.com/?cymmuyynt1k
( and this survey i borrowed from katy ) |
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| www.fluevog.com |
[Oct. 22nd, 2008|11:41 pm] |
john fluevog makes some pretty badass footwear.
i don't know what it is with girls and shoes but i've definitely got it
i'll take one pair of each, please |
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| the libertine |
[Oct. 12th, 2008|09:45 pm] |
"Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled.
You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on.
Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time.
That is not a boast or an opinion; it is bone hard medical fact.
I put it round you know.
And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it.
Don't.
It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats.
Gentlemen. Do not despair; I am up for that as well.
And the same warning applies.
Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say.
But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads.
Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder,
'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed?
Did he know something more profound?
Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment?'
That is it.
That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty; you were not expecting that I hope.
I am John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester and I do not want you to like me."
- The Libertine |
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| DEEP WAVES OF CLAM HONEY BREAKING AGAINST THE COLD STEEL OF CIVILIZATION |
[Oct. 10th, 2008|01:19 pm] |
"Get thee back to the aroma of birth...for the smells of the female body, the smells you have sought to kill with your totalitarian chemicals, are the very smells of birth, the strong odors of the essence of existence. The nose that is offended by the hot perfume of the cunt is a nose unsuited for this world, and should be sniffing gold on the scrubbed streets of Heaven. The vagina reeks of life and love and the infinite et cetera. O vagina! Your salty incense, your mushroom moon musk, your deep waves of clam honey breaking against the cold steel of civilization: vagina, draw our noses to the grindstone of ecstasy, and let us die smelling as we did when we were born!"
-tom robbins, even cowgirls get the blues |
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