Life is art. Being alive is art. We are ourselves, acts of creation.
Do you ever think about the fact that we are flying through space and time on a tiny little planet, in the outer arm of the Milky Way, amongst the countless Stars & Galaxies in the Universe? Such trivial things we worry about on a day-to-day basis. Yes, they seem like completely valid things to worry about but what lies beyond these needs and worries? What lies outside of our understanding of reality?
Life will find a way to carry on; if not in its current form, then in a new way.
Grace Jones recently preformed in New York a few months ago with a full show's worth of costumes designed by Eiko Ishioka (costume designer for Dracula, The Cell; directed the video for Bjork's Cocoon). This is space-age shamanism at it's best. Check out Music Slut for an extensive look at all the wonderful costumes through photos and Frieze Magazine for some video clips of the spectacle.
I'm getting sick again and I have so much shit to do. I was suppossed to start working today on creating stuff but It feels like a horse is sitting on me......somebody shoot me.
So I got back from DesignerCon, last night. I had one hour of sleep and was there for approximately 8 hours. I didn't sell anything but it's okay; It was the vinyl toy crowd and I don't have vinyl toys (Plus I only had 3 items, so that didn't help). I had a lot of fun though and learned a lot. I did receive a gift. The Designer from Bored Inc. gave me a free toilet paper cozy at the end of the day; I kept bringing people to her booth all day 'cause her products are SO FUCKING CUTE. Check it out, bitch www.boredinc.net. I'm pooped.
Join me tomorrow (Saturday). I'll be there, along with my friends from The Long Beach Craft Mafia. I'll be selling a few select fashion items, a couple of abstract photo prints, and small paintings of lady papa and her kooky family. It's $5 to get in and FREE for children 12 and under. Come on out! Check out the DesignerCon website for more info.
So when I was employed, I had this thing with PARS that was like a "retirement fund" where they took money out of my check every month. Well, I've been unemployed for close to 3 months and I still haven't gotten a fucking refund from my account ( I could sure as fuck use the money for rent and bills). I had been calling for months and gotten the run around so finally I gave up. I call today and the stupid guy asks (our conversation went something like this:
dumbfuck: you didn't get our package in the mail, in October?
Me: Nooooooo....
dumbfuck: Ok, well are you still at xxxx Plymouth Ave?
Me: No, I've NEVER lived there, that's probably WHY I haven't received anything.
dumbfuck: Ok, well what's your new address?
Me: The ONLY address I've had living here is....
IT'S NOT A NEW ADDRESS, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I'VE LIVED HERE THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME, YOU FUCKING STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. NOW GIVE ME MY MOTHERFUCKING MONEY, BEFORE I SHOOT YOU IN YOUR FUCKING FACE.
I rode my bike through the industrial area near my apartment on Sunday and took these gritty ass pictures. I love the lighting here; it's inspiring and actually a little scary...even for me.
New Marilyn Manson Video. Pretty violent but I love it. Don't watch, if you don't wanna see girls getting beaten and killed. Watch, if you wanna see girls getting beaten and killed.
Kimber Berry is really inspiring me right now. I have been on a similar wavelength lately, visually. the only difference is she acted on it. Well, actually she's been doing this kind of work for years so it's only a coincidence That I've had these images and colours in my mind lately. Check these images out then check out her website www.kimberberry.com
Drkrm Gallery in LA for Marilyn Montufar's piece How To Disappear Completely (very first photo at top of post). Then off to Footsies! To view more of her wonderful photos visit www.marilynmontufar.com (i'm even in a couple) :-P
Also, check out Marilyn's awesomely well written and photographed (of course!) Music, Art, and Travel blog: www.fictiontape.com
Sorry about the lame quality of the photos, I am blogging from my phone, after all. If you don't like it, buy me this awesome camera.
ok. you say you’ve never done this before and thats cool and all but i want you to try this with me. its cool, dont worry.”
get ready pop it, lets go enter galactic you and me enter galactic you and me get ready pop it, lets go enter galactic you and me
i once use to dream of peace until i found you once upon a time baby i once use to dream so sweet until i had a taste of you once upon a time baby reaching out to outer space dancing to awesome sounds this all new to you im reaching out to hold you close so i dont slip away explore a new approach a whole new free id say
get ready pop it, lets go enter galactic you and me enter galactic you and me get ready pop it, lets go enter galactic you and me get ready pop it, lets go enter galactic you and me enter galactic you and me get ready pop it, lets go enter galactic you and me
i know its easy to imagine but its easier to just “do” if you cant “do” what you imagine then what is imagination to you? just a waste of space in your brain to take the place of hate or things all the same tell me your secrets the things that make you tick i like when you talk because your voice is angelesque
this will mark the day our minds and souls will connect lets not forget the sex my heart you can collect now now now my heart you can collect now now now my heart you can collect now now
Time to pass you to the test. Hanging on my lover's breath. Always coming second best. Pictures of my lover's chest. Get through this night, there are no second chances. This time I might. To ask the sea for answers. Always falling to the floor, softer than it was before. Dog boy - media whore, it's who the hell you take me for.
Give up this fight, there are no second chances. This time I might. To ask the sea for answers. These bonds are shackle free, wrapped in lust and lunacy. Tiny touch of jealousy, these bonds are shackle free.
Get through this night, there are no second chances. This time I might. To ask the sea for answers. These bonds are shackle free These bonds are shackle free These bonds are shackle free These bonds are shackle free
Get through this, there are no second chances. This time. To ask the sea for answers.
Infinity stretches on limitlessly countless days pass by immeasurably Anniversaries gutter in the maelstrom whorling a snowstorm of lustrous millennium We couldn't stay together this couldn't last forever Senses dissolve into soliloquies flooding ascent in synchronicity But we couldn't stay together I knew this wouldn't last forever Forever just one more tie then never this is the last string to sever On and on yes it goes on and on I could stay wherever I would last forever Forever just one more tie then never this is the last string to sever forever never forever This is the last string to sever I have lost you for ever and ever
This one was a real doozy. Me and my fiance were hanging out with some people and somehow we all got split into groups and I ended up alone. It was dark and I somehow ended up in a hotel and I had a room; how I acquired it is a mystery to me (much like the whole of this dream). In my frustration, I was trying to get a hold of my fiance but every time I called him on my cellphone I was either half asleep or the connection was weird and he sounded all muffled; I somehow learned that he was at home; I was confused.
I was just hanging out in my cool hotel room when i heard some weird shit going on outside (Think I was pretty high up) There were people with guns pointing them up at the hotel windows. My perspective changed and I could see everyone in their hotel rooms (all walls and everything turned to glass, it was pretty beautiful) and some were closing their blinds and curtains and I followed suit. I then proceeded to turn off the lights in my room and the television set, as to not attract any attention to myself. Now there were television stations outside and a big ruckus was going on. The hotel manager went on a megaphone ( I think he was standing outside with the terrorists). He was telling everyone in the hotel not to pay any attention to them. He said by not paying attention to them, they would eventually just disappear.
So I try to terrorist-proof my hotel room and find that it is beautifully designed...lots of pieces that can become detached...not very terrorist-proof though, I suppose. So I go on living my life (I guess I live here now)...I remember something about standing on someones toilet...hmmm...don't know what became of that. The strangest thing about this place was the light; it was almost pitch black at times but I could manage to see somehow, other times it was dusk-like.
I'm walking down the hallway, on one of the floors and all of a sudden the criminals are there and they try to pin me down and stick me with needles and I think I escaped but I don't know what happened after this, I can't remember. I hope it ended well!? Maybe I just woke up.
Fuck, I want to see the fucking Hello Kitty Exhibition!
