All I want for Christmas

Fatih Akin and Birol Unel

Cats and Woman

collectables

Rock&Roll, Baby

"Don't compromise yourself, you're all you've got"- Janis Joplin

Franky baby

Out of the tree of life, I just picked me a plum
You came along and everything starting to hum
Still it's a real good bet, the best is yet to come
The best is yet to come, and babe, won't that be fine
You think you've seen the sun, but you ain't seen it shine
Wait till the warm-up's underway
Wait till our lips have met
Wait till you see that sunshine day
You ain't seen nothin' yet
The best is yet to come, and babe, won't it be fine
The best is yet to come, come the day your mine
Come the day your mine
I'm gonna teach you to fly
We've only tasted the wine
We're gonna drain that cup dry
Wait till your charms are right, for these arms to surround
You think you've flown before, but baby you ain't left the ground
Wait till you're locked in my embrace
Wait till I draw you near
Wait till you see that sunshine place
ain't nothin' like it here
The best is yet to come, and babe won't it be fine
The best is yet to come, come the day your mine
Come the day your mine
And your gonna be mine

WHEN MA CHAIN HANG LOW

the one im holding is a piece made using antique sliver, the contents inside the glass case are pieces of roman glass dating back to 2.b.c. the piece is embellished with pink and yellow stones around it set in antique silver.

Behind that are a series of tiffany's necklace charms I strung together to one silver necklace

Also the silver necklace with the red stone set in silver is my grandmothers necklace

the two dervishes/ butterflies are a present from my other grandmother, set in bronze.

lastly the longest necklace is a copper colored silk cord with an antique key at the end, present of boyfriend.

ALEXANDER McQUEEN SPRING'11

HOLY MOLY

http://kobilevidesign.blogspot.com/

TOO YOUNG TO DIE?

CAN I JUST JUST SAY

IT FEELS GREAT TO KNOW HOW LOVED I AM. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.
:)

FALL! IT'S FALLING FALL!!!!

So it's fall and I needs a coat. I got three very different selections to chose from, and I need boots. I been looking and JC's boots of course, but... they aint quite doin it for me, maybe I need to see them in person. We shall see...

The Seven Beauties

Taking place during world war 2, set in nazi prison camp, dialog between old man and younger man:
old man:
-"In 200 or 300 year, there'll be a lot more of us, 30 billion more. So, anywhere you go on earth will be worse then here. Thats when men are going to butcher each other... and murder and entire family for a piece of bread, or an apple...and the world will end. T o bad because I believe in man, but soo, very soon, a new man, a new man will be born. He'll have to be civilized, now this beat who's been endowed with intelligence an obliterated the harmony in the world and brought about total destruction just by disturbing nature's equilibrium. A new man able to rediscover the harmony that's within."
young man:
-"You mean put things in order?"
old man:
-"Order? No, no... The orderly one and the Germans. A new man in disorder is our only hope. A new man..in disorder."

Gloomy Sunday

La Dolce Vita

"you gotta go straight till you hit the end and you make a right on Sinatra drive" - moi
"thats what she said"- G

TRUE DAT

"I think what truly amazes me about cheaters are the people they choose to cheat with. I mean rarely are these bitches upgrades. Typically it is always someone twenty pounds heavier, devoid of personality and blonde (yes, I will always dislike blondes). "

"The Naked Civil Servent"

IF

you spend your time talking shit about the person your best friend is dating, while only in town for a while and will not be able to see again for some time, you are, retarded. IF you are so immature that you cant be civil towards said significant other of best friend, you are of sub normal intelligence and require serious help. GET A FUCKING LIFE. I'm sorry if you suck, i;m sorry if you are self conscious, and mostly I'm sorry that you would waste you time talking about other people who barely recognize your existence. You are pathetic, you need help, and I'm sorry daddy didn't love you enough. Get over it, I'm here as long as i want to be here, and nothing you say will change that. Find a new hobby.
While I am flattered that you would find me such an interesting topic to spend time talking about I will be humble and tell you that you need a new focus. Just remember, as long as you are pointing the finger, there are three finger pointing right back at you buddy.

LOVE

AMEN

FUCKIN FLIES

Flashback

So this abominable hair cut originates back to Dame Streisand. unfortunately, it was bad back then, it was bad a few months ago, and hopefully it will never be repeated. Ladies lets let the past stay in the past.

HA

Jack Kerouac’s Letter to his Ex-Wife

I have lots of things to teach you now,
in case we ever meet,
concerning the message that was transmitted to me
under a pine tree in North Carolina
on a cold winter moonlit night.

It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry.
It’s all like a dream.
Everything is ecstasy, inside.
We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known
that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
Close your eyes,
let your hands and nerve-ends drop,
stop breathing for 3 seconds,
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world,
and you will remember the lesson you forgot,
which was taught in immense milky ways
of cloudy innumerable worlds
long ago and not even at all.
It is all one vast awakened thing.
I call it the golden eternity.
It is perfect.
We were never really born,
we will never really die.
It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea
of a personal self,
other selves,
many selves everywhere,
or one universal self.
Self is only an idea, a mortal idea.
That which passes through everything, is one thing.
It’s a dream already ended.
There’s nothing from staring at mountains months on end.
They never show any expression,
they are like empty space.
Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away.
Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space,
which is the one universal essence of mind,
the one vast awakenerhood,
empty and awake,
will never crumble away because it was never born.

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.

Miguel Pinero- I'm in love again

I'm in love again. My new favorite writer Miguel Pinero. Fan-fucking-tastic




My new favorite actor, Benjamin Bratt, as my BFF just pointed out "his smile could single handedly give a girl a hardon i think I think thats an actual fact too"



One of my favorite Pinero poems. If you havent seen the movie yet do so, if you haven't bought the books yet, DO IT NOW.

A Lower East Side Poem

Just once before I die
I want to climb up on a
tenement sky
to dream my lungs out till
I cry
then scatter my ashes thru
the Lower East Side.

So let me sing my song tonight
let me feel out of sight
and let all eyes be dry
when they scatter my ashes thru
the Lower East Side.

From Houston to 14th Street
from Second Avenue to the mighty D
here the hustlers & suckers meet
the faggots & freaks will all get
high
on the ashes that have been scattered
thru the Lower East Side.

There's no other place for me to be
there's no other place that I can see
there's no other town around that
brings you up or keeps you down
no food little heat sweeps by
fancy cars & pimps' bars & juke saloons
& greasy spoons make my spirits fly
with my ashes scattered thru the
Lower East Side . . .

A thief, a junkie I've been
committed every known sin
Jews and Gentiles . . . Bums & Men
of style . . . run away child
police shooting wild . . .
mother's futile wails . . . pushers
making sales . . . dope wheelers
& cocaine dealers . . . smoking pot
streets are hot & feed off those who bleed to death . . .

all that's true
all that's true
all that is true
but this ain't no lie
when I ask that my ashes be scattered thru
the Lower East Side.

So here I am, look at me
I stand proud as you can see
pleased to be from the Lower East
a street fighting man
a problem of this land
I am the Philosopher of the Criminal Mind
a dweller of prison time
a cancer of Rockefeller's ghettocide
this concrete tomb is my home
to belong to survive you gotta be strong
you can't be shy less without request
someone will scatter your ashes thru
the Lower East Side.

I don't wanna be buried in Puerto Rico
I don't wanna rest in Long Island Cemetery
I wanna be near the stabbing shooting
gambling fighting & unnatural dying
& new birth crying
so please when I die . . .
don't take me far away
keep me near by
take my ashes and scatter them thru out
the Lower East Side . . .