I DON'T KNOW, TO BE HONEST

Lane Ten

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:59:34 -0500

Lane Ten

Arcade Fire: Crown of Love My most recent shazam.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:42:53 -0500

Arcade Fire: Crown of Love

My most recent shazam.

stuffsbymomo: (via sarahthevampyrslyr) it’s mimi’s sister! !!!

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 07:41:00 -0500

stuffsbymomo:

(via sarahthevampyrslyr)

it’s mimi’s sister!

!!!

Currently reading

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 16:14:22 -0400

Currently reading

watching the world series.

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 18:57:07 -0400

watching the world series.

I was trying to take some mirror pics with Mimi when the bitch...

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 13:55:00 -0400

I was trying to take some mirror pics with Mimi when the bitch punched me.

For awesome okay people.

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 15:07:07 -0400

For awesome okay people.

I feel like people who read my words are the most important people in my life.

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 19:56:40 -0400

I feel like people who read my words are the most important people in my life.

“Help me caught in a trap”

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 19:16:45 -0400

“Help me caught in a trap”

Muse: MK Ultra Muse is one of my favorite everyone has heard of...

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 19:10:30 -0400

Muse: MK Ultra

Muse is one of my favorite everyone has heard of them bands.

Exit Clov: MK Ultra Exit Clov is one of my favorite no one has...

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 19:09:01 -0400

Exit Clov: MK Ultra

Exit Clov is one of my favorite no one has heard of them bands.

Art Born Type

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:10:39 -0400

Art Born Type

I woke up one morning, most likely afternoon, in February...

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 07:51:42 -0400

I woke up one morning, most likely afternoon, in February earlier this year. I was lying in bed, or I could have been sitting, and I was transfixed. I think it was the way the sunlight was hitting the sheets, but it could have been the juxtaposition of all the linear shapes. The bars on the window, the shades, the wall, the shadows on the sheets, my mind. What was striking was how everything seemed black and white, although it wasn’t. In reality, the sheets were blue, the wall was a cream color, the shades were brown. I think I was sad, or I could have been bored. They’re kind of the same though, aren’t they? None of this is true though. What is true is that I know that I took this photo and I know where I took it and I know when I took it. I also know that when I look at it, I want it to have a story. A story about how I woke up one morning, most likely afternoon, in February earlier this year. I was lying in bed, or I could have been sitting, and I was transfixed.

If Elisha sent me this cardboard cutout of a man that she found...

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 14:10:45 -0400

If Elisha sent me this cardboard cutout of a man that she found in Brooklyn 8 years ago, then I gave him a giant mustache and named him Faraday.

He hangs on my wall via his mustache and we discuss things like my hopes and dreams and physics. I want to buy him googly eyes. I love him. And Elisha.

All the gays in the daily morning group things I go to really...

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 14:03:04 -0400

All the gays in the daily morning group things I go to really liked my outfit today so I’m archiving it. You know you did it right when the gays like it.

Have you ever been in a big bookstore after it closes, late at night? This scenario is currently my...

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 07:22:00 -0400

Have you ever been in a big bookstore after it closes, late at night? This scenario is currently my job situation and I think it is the closest thing to what I imagine heaven would be like if it existed.

It’s like a vivid stillness. Where you somehow feel the energy of all the words and characters and stories you’re surrounded by.

The carpets and walls distill all noise and footsteps and movement; so all you hear is the dim sound of background music playing to help keep the staff awake as we turn a day’s worth of customer browsing and disorganization into impeccable displays.

Being able to walk through the labyrinth of rows of books, no distractions or other people around. Co-workers all sort of fade into the work they’re doing so you barely notice them.

You experience a decadent mix of nostalgia from books you’ve read and authors you’ve adored, and curiosity from books that pique your interest/have cool covers.

I experienced a similar feeling when I used to work at the library. But the bookstore at night is quite different because it’s so large and commercial and empty. It feels a little like a ghost town. Also liberating. It’s comfortably eerie.

Googled Faraday (as in Daniel Faraday via Lost) and learned this...

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 16:00:12 -0400

Googled Faraday (as in Daniel Faraday via Lost) and learned this thing I don’t understand.

I UNDERSTAND YOUR JEALOUSY.

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 14:51:00 -0400

I UNDERSTAND YOUR JEALOUSY.

Ere robot

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 03:56:51 -0400

Ere robot

Photo

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 03:37:36 -0400