May 2009
12 posts
This Is A Call For [In]definite Hiatus.
Over 33 weeks of musings, seeings, findings, and workings thus far - but now begins the semi-eternal hibernation.
Until the sun never sets, The Archives Pseudonymous
"that's me"
- as in right now.
fiftywords:
I wander. I click and clack. I breathe black smoke. I carry the sun and I carry the moon. We run through forests and we run through valleys and part for tunnels long and bright. That familiar humming in the night, that sonorous whistle breaking morning, that’s me. That’s me.
Yes
I did just delete all of my personal works off here.
One of these days you’ll know why.
“I don’t do drugs, I am drugs.”
– Salvador Dalí (via bitchville)
I was skimming through Tumblr’s cleverly-placed “Popular Stuff” at the post-logout screen and saw this; I had to log back in.
I Love
the possibility that I may be catching Tim Kasher & His Lovely Crew Called Cursive in California late June.
Ecstasy wouldn’t even come close as a feeling.
Thank you for new West Coast dates. C’est formidable.
I Hate
waiting for feedback.
Although I do appreciate the time taken to make it genuine.
…But I’d really love to know right now: what goes on with the things I submit?
2 tags
Monday Muse XXXIII Back on time.
Children [and...
I Love
sea-salted soynut butter.
6 tags
Monday Muse XXXII EXTRA-BELATED.
I certainly died...
April 2009
22 posts
1 tag
“You only die once. Why not leave in style?”
– Only said by Sebastián Errázuriz.
Rescheduled shoot tomorrow.
[Strapless] with [pumps] and [rebellious collar up].
[Purple] with [yellow] and [black].
4 tags
Who are we living for?
This Is Cold Weather.
I can hear the ice cream man driving around outside playing “Old MacDonald”.
It’s 24 April. It’s not even summer yet.
He’s now switched to playing a classical symphony in that infamous electronic sound-range of his. Very nice.
I hate reschedules.
Another day, another shoot.
3 tags
Monday Muse XXX
A little something because things...
Final Edits Commence.
About time.
About to hear about time.
About to finally find out if the time was worth it.
So much time left.
So much finalizing.
So much to finish finally.
FINALLY.
IT’S ALL ABOUT TO COMMENCE.
Did my face pass through your mind as her tongue passed through your lips?
6 tags
Go-see time.
“.999% of the gross population has no value. That means only .001% has any worth...”
– Only said by a man on a Wednesday’s midnight Metro North.
3 tags
Traveling to New York
to catch Katy Perry on her last NYC leg this tour.
"enough"
No, I can’t get enough.
Genius.
fiftywords:
He kept his heart back for some time, content to give her just an ear, a foot, a mouth. After she whispered sweetly enough, and walked with him far enough, and kissed him quite enough, he’d hand his heart over, trussed in tissue, beating blood, good as yours, fair enough.
7 tags
2 tags
"the heat"
I thought, and I was burned. It’s this kind of heat that consumes me. ↓
fiftywords:
It’s a spectral kind of heat that follows orange on yellow, like layers of a sunshine cake, look but don’t touch (there’s danger here). If we’re lucky, the rain protects us with a wall of water we can hide behind and we whistle in the dark, except it’s light out.
2 tags
"i am the storms"
fiftywords:
I am the storms. I am the scroll of dirty gray sky, the wind throwing leaves and scattering shingles, the pinpricks of rain’s first small drops. I am the wink of lightning through city buildings, the growl of thunder low in the fields, the final flourish of sweet suffocating snow.
What Is This?
I’m feeling a little lost. Maybe it’s just my stabbing headache. But I have to ask:
How is it, that outside right now, it is both pink, but gray; both bright, but dim; both light, but dark?
I can’t make ends of this. It’s like living in pop art.
I really need some sleep and some more Kombucha tea.
Paradox.
March 2009
26 posts
1 tag
Why...
…is Asobi Seksu playing only on very inconvenient days for me?
3 tags
Monday Muse XXVII
I hear they’re on tour,...
"That Song"
fiftywords:
When he played that song, no matter where he was, no matter what he was doing, no matter what the clouds looked like, or how the stars sparkled, or how the girls looked at him, or what the sun looked like—now a giant pink dew drop—he was happy.
4 tags
Lagging Not.
Mister Karl Lagerfeld, German-born designer and artist de Paris, is the head designer and creative director of French Chanel, owns Italian Fendi, and then of course has his own line of couture to [exclusively] go around.
He lost over 92 pounds [42 kg] in 13 months “exactly.” ‘Tis truly a wonder, that man.
PLUS DE LAGERFELD: He owns a few hundred iPods, stored globally in...
2 tags
“Believe it or not, I love rap.”
3 tags
“Chanel is an institution, and you have to treat an institution like a whore -...”
1 tag
“Florals are for middle-aged women with weight problems.”
– All above only said by Karl Lagerfeld.
1 tag
Twit-Off.
Twitter started as something strictly to follow work updates, for me.
But now I can actually feel it pulling me into addiction? Maybe I can resist eventually becoming one of those people?
I’ll just have to see. At least I got rid of my feeds here on Tumblr.
Some things are better without connection.
2 tags
3 tags
Monday Muse XXVI
Skin made of snow and eyes of...
Listen to Ladybirds. Buy Ladybirds.
2 tags
“The females are most excited by, or prefer pairing with, the more ornamented...”
– Only said by Charles Darwin.
I was so close to leaving… and the holidays impede again.
3 tags
Fab Fourever.
The Liverpool Hope University said several Tuesdays ago that it’s now offering students the chance to earn a graduate degree in the study of The Beatles. If you enroll in “The Beatles, Popular Music and Society” you not only attend four twelve-week modules, but write a final dissertation once you’ve completed memorizing the entire history of their “songs, stardom,...
Monday Muse XXV
Because there are some things I...