Thursday, May 31, 2012

when we
 are hanging out
and not doing much
i think i like you the most.

Monday, May 28, 2012



“LOVE IS WHEN A GIRL PUTS ON PERFUME AND A BOY PUTS ON SHAVING COLOGNE AND THEY GO OUT AND SMELL EACH OTHER.”


— KARL, AGED FIVE

the way she
sparks in the dark
and leans over close
to tell you things
you don't wanna know
with rolling words

and cold breath. she
loves you more than time
but can't find the time to take the
39 steps to heaven and be russian woman.

she wants that spark from
your eyes, she'll take it and never
give it back, die clutching sparkles to her chest.

just give her back her diamonds
of lust and lies and lounging
spirits in vodka bottles.

just let her be and be and be
and be and be and be contrived.

she's falling into you
and you're letting her, even though
there's not a space for her in the
cobwebs and cowbells.

horrific constructions sounds
all around my suburban home
hommee baby sweet.

you are better than whatever
has come before.

i've washed up on your shore
and i now i want this.


this


and strange how the days
are long and short
and hot and sweet
and very cold.

never bitter though.

i'm deprived
my skin is like a deep throat porno.
my eye lids are heavy like
a ruined tank on the streets of gaza

and i can not breathe.
this strangling insanity
of brutality.

to be friends is like
a massive trail
with judges hitting gongs
and lawyers telling me i'm shit
and fuck. fuck. fuck.

but not really.
because i am safe
just tired and too much food
(which is amazing)
and if i just chill

i can chill with you.



xx

young wild and fortunate closed tonight. 
i produced it.
never before have i felt so much pride in such a lovely group of people.
they brought me wine and flowers.
i really love them.
gonna cry.
again.
seriously, i had so much fun
and i think they're all so amazing
and would absolutely love to work with them again.
y,w&f - luv u babes!


Sunday, May 27, 2012



i'm getting upset over
stupid things
like billboards and 
closed doors.

like slowly revolving surfboards
and cold wood floors.
jingling chains, forgetting
the things that make it
sunshiney-lolly-good-vibes
and closing my eyes too fast.

but if i eat sunshine and dreams
it'll make everything okay because
the stuff in it will buff up my mind
and let me deal with the blow jobs,
slaps to the buttocks, spitting and any
other sick, perverse fuck up of my mind.

Saturday, May 26, 2012






cute

take the time
to let your
body disintegrate
into mine.

i am lucky to have
a nightmare when sleeping
in your bed

because i can roll over
and cuddle, then
the thoughts just ebb
and i am left wholly alone.

if i should leave
and heave my bones through
gates of metal
and beeping,

could you still stay mine
in your soul? i think not.
but we would live forever
in the memory of our hands
over each other, and lips
made of kissing each other
and the memory of something
beautiful and whole


curl up in bed
talk till two
through hushed voices and
broken camcorders.

hey watermelon baby
sweet darling
sugar bunny.

lets go explore
the poorest parts
of our souls, and counteract
the waterfalls
screaming with our own soft
words of licorice.

hey beaut
wanna go roll 
over waves and sea foam
(i'll call you my own)
if you do.

open up your lips
of frozen bliss and let
out what your body speaks 
late at night, with the curtains shut
and blankets hot and heavy.




r e d  m a s k


b l a c k  m a s k


r e d  s c a r f


b l a c k  w o m a n


b l o n d e





selected images from sarah charlesworth objects of desire 1 1983-1984 all cibacrome with lacquered wood frames

sarah charlesworth - m i s c p h o t o s


r e b e c c a h o r n


theres something so nice and chill about this guy. so nice. so chill. perfect sunday vibes.


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Tuesday, May 22, 2012