31 July, 2011

And if you're hurting
I will replace the noise with silence instead
Flushing out your head

If you like it violent
We can play rough and tumble
Fall into bed
And I won't breathe so you can recover

When you're in pieces
Just follow the echo of my voice
It's okay
Tune into that frequency

Don't fight your reflex
Embrace the instinct
You can feel your way
Through the bed and weak face in the end

'cause it breaks my heart
That we live this way
I know people need love
'cause them people never play the game
And we talk the talk
We communicate
The people need love
Those people never play the game

Pleasure for pleasure
It eases consequence
And love for a fall
But I know you love to take a risk

The past is weakness
Don't beg the question when the answer is war
There are moments when I'm overcome

Spit it out

(Outside the McQueen Exhibit Metropolitan Museum of Art 2011)

McQueen in the City

The exhibition held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art for Alexander McQueen's designs were a step above enchanting and menacingly mind blowing.  I went to see it only last night, but the experience is as if past, present, and future reunited in the art form described as fashion.  Every room was specifically designed to seem like a chapter of the book of the mentioned designer's life.  It truly makes the observer terribly upset that McQueen is now only a memory, when standing in front of so much greatness.  Romanticism, history, tragedy, divinity, intricacy, mystery and Plato's description of an absolute world exist between every single stitch of his garments.

I'm so glad I got to be so close to the greatness that was.
(I'm afraid of writing as much as I want to in fear that I
might miss something truly amazing, and be deemed as inappropriate).

Long live the McQueen.

29 July, 2011


I'm in love with this.
It's so strange,
weird, medieval,
and I don't know,
like trapped? Can I say that?
Is that an accurate description for this?
I don't know, but I'm in love.
It's beautiful.

28 July, 2011

"She wears red, the color of the devil, she must be a witch."

24 July, 2011

Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.  

--- C.S. LEWIS

19 July, 2011

Chantez avec moi, ce

Peux-tu me voir m'envoler
Je te vois en bas, somnoler
Accroche-toi à moi, c'est fêlé
Ce qu'on voit de là, je te promets

Les animaux dansent dans le Safari Disco Club
Je veux goûter à tout, j'veux goûter, goûter
Connaître le goût du péché, péché
Croquer dans ta pomme empoisonnée-sonnée
Je tombe dans les pommes, à l'hélium, ça y est

Yes, this is real life --

At first, in the beginning, I'm not gonna lie, I felt bad.
But now that I've done it, I don't feel so horrible anymore.
It'd be better in the long run anyway you know, since there is nothing but kelvins of heat
in the center of the Earth.

I didn't need all this, it wasn't even a good time, its more the bad times, and
the bad things I've said, that tell me I've had enough.

They're not my fights to fight, they are not the people I don't like, I'm
completely neutral about the things/ideas you make a big fuss about.
I think you're on your own. I don't want to be doomed to the eternal fires of hell
for supporting the atrocities you talk about.


I don't „hate" you, so don't even think of it like that.
I just, stopped caring is all, and this is the first and only thought about you
I am writing down.  I'm done.


15 July, 2011

Birthday, complete with unicorns, magic, and sonnets!!

So, my birthweek is about to come to an end.
I have to say, this has to be one of my best birthdays ever.  From the
very beginning of the week to the end.  Starting Sunday night/Monday morning,
I had a very important conference call with what can be the answer to all my prayers.
All of Monday, I spent watching French history documentaries and enjoying my last days of my old age.
Tuesday, was my last day of classes for my first summer session.  The professor could not make it,
she was sick I think, so she sent her husband in her place.  Total hipster dude by the way, but nice I guess, he read us a letter that our professor so amorously wrote, and made us do one last group activity.  We had to write how we felt about the class, and all and all it was a very fun afternoon.  The day next, my dearest dearest Andrew bought us tickets to see a show that I have been waiting for nearly my entire life.  You see, on my 14th birthday, I hung out with Andrea, and she was wearing A Perfect Circle shirt, and of course, since around that age I was discovering music for myself, I checked them out, and I have been wanting to see them since then.  On Wednesday, my life long wait just turned into pure euphoria and excitement. I was in love, the show was epic, and like my dear friend said, "it was just being in the same room as them, you know?"  --- yes, it really was.  One decade after ... there they were.  Later, he gave me my present, a very pretty unicorn bracelet  and an insanely detailed card with "actual" strings on it -- it was so cool! haha.  Thursday, Thursday was the best day.  I started off the day in a very French manner, for it was le quatorze juillet and La fête nationale française!!  Croissants, baguettes, Tart au pomme du Triomphe (lol not really) ... but what I mean is, everything at my breakfast table was French ... and very romantic (o^____^o)

Mama gave me like a million presents that morning.  A laptop desk, shoes, a purse, among other things.
I of course, tried registering for classes that morning, and wasn't able to, so I'll just leave it till Monday morn'.
Then, my sister, (she's omgsh so great) texted me.  We made plans to go to shopping.  That entire day, we did nothing but act crazy and spend madd guap buying really pretty things.  IT WAS SO GREAT!!
I went to sleep at her house, and the entire night we did nothing but talk about everything and nothing at the same time.  I ended the night and began the morning passed out on the couch as her little cousin laid beside me fast asleep.  The next morning, I awoke to a delish breakfast, and lunched on Doritos/Cheetos  and Coca Cola.  After that, I got the dreadful news that a package someone sent me under my pseudonym was undeliverable because there was no one in my house under that name.  It was from my sister.  We were a little freaked because my brother receive a "mail violation notice" because he was claiming a package that wasn't his.  We then rushed to the post office to get it.  I explained to the mail guy, that this was me, my pseudonym, and luckily my sister had a letter that I'd sent her a while ago to prove who I was.  After laughing with the mail guy, because he said my name was "intoxicating" we went home happy with our package.  When I got home, she told me to open it, and since it was the day after my actual day of birth, I decided I would ... right there and then (haha very unlike me).  IT WAS ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PRESENTS ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN ME .... EVER.  A beautiful spirit hood was in the box, it had been my dreamed item since FOREVER!! At that moment, I was the happiest person alive.  She went home, and I went upstairs only to find more presents!! My new laptop that my dad got me was right beside my bed AND I WAS LIKE AAAHHHH!!! and to the other side, a surprise from my brother.  My nigga got me a brand new record player ... A BRAND NEW RECORD PLAYER!! I WAS SO HAPPY I WANTED TO EXPLODE!!
We had a great dinner, and for the rest of the afternoon, I felt like I was dreaming.  Everything was so surreal.

This entire week, I have felt so loved ... SO LOVED and remembered, and perhaps over appreciated.
Everyone around me is so incredibly great, and not because they give me presents, but because I can see what I mean to them, because of their detailed individual gifts.

I love my life, I love my friends, I love my family, I love the marvelous feeling that I get,
when I feel that sensation of Christmas in July.  My God, the blessings that I've received with this
life are inconceivable.  I have nothing else to say, but, thank you.

The marvelous week ended with day long marathons of the Thundercats over the weekend!! (7.17.11)

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