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[Dec. 15th, 2005|12:28 pm] |
I don't know what's wrong with me posting, but tonight is Stylus and Cat & Jeniluv are spinning (and they're great and nice as well as other things).
I haven't gone in some time and I feel terrible not supporting pretty much the only electro/house/whatever night in the east bay.
Oh yeah, leeching away..
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| Models Needed |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|12:31 pm] |
I'm in need of a few more models in the next two weeks to finish up my project. If anyone is interested, please give me a ring. I'll be more than happen to go into detail about what I'm working on and send you some links to the series so far.
I'll provide scanned copies of the images and maybe even a print or two if you'd like.
I have a spot open this Saturday at noon.
Help a sista out! |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 16th, 2005|03:46 am] |
Holy frijole. Iceland, England, Holland.
New house.
\m/ |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 17th, 2005|09:18 am] |
oh <3 gbstv. "TheYellowDart Teaches Dancing" is fucking HI-LARIOUS.
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| a haiku for the menfolk |
[Jul. 12th, 2005|10:39 pm] |
Excuse me good sir
Lay me down by the fire
Please don't donkey punch
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| Preview |
[Mar. 8th, 2005|09:37 pm] |
Proofs I printed tonight that I am excited about. They are scanned/dusty/not exposed quite right so excuse the quality. Just wanted to share. These and a few others I'll be working on this week. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sanguina and about_a_boy are excellent models. Many thanks to them for trekking out to Oakland for my filming pleasure.
( 56K probably not ) |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 10th, 2004|10:11 am] |
lessons
I try to be reasonable.
I fail often.
I try to not judge others.
I fail alot.
I fight so many aspects of myself.
I fail constantly.
I fail,
but I fight.
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When you can only see other's faults,
you've lost sight of your own.
Be careful,
it's a dangerous way to live.
...
When it seems I think I've won,
please,
humble me quick.
Help me fight the battle
and I'll do likewise.
7 Months of Dead Air
6 months and 27 days pass like they do
They pass like 4 months and 8 days do
Like every honking SUV wilting the trees on Battery St.
I don't really wait anymore.
It's sleepwalking through another sunset,
Dragging children through a crosswalk marked in bright red lights,
Just about to fuck someone up.
It's living in a world of stomach aches
and wading through acid just to get up and go to work tomorrow.
87 years will pass
like they did 436 years before this one.
I swear I try to remember it's been felt before. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 17th, 2004|10:42 am] |
There are days when I think of you and smile.
Days when I think of you and feel nothing but contempt.
Then there are the other 363 days of the year when I just don't know what to think.
It's these days that fill my life.
Confusion, questions never answered, or asked even.
I wonder what you would say now.
What you would think about all this.
Would you continue the path you set for yourself so many years ago?
Would you change it all and find a way to smile once in a while?
The wonder never really ends
and I'll always sit around and wonder what could have been.
Why things went the way they did.
If you are really somewhere out there
waiting
wondering like I do. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 17th, 2004|10:41 am] |
I wake with a smile
an unusual feeling of happiness
a thought of sitting with you in the sandbox
but I realize all too quickly that it is only a memory.
Intangible beauty that once was
no longer exists in the physical world I know.
I long to feel that sand between my fingers
that hair atop your head
those feet dangling from your limbs
I try my hardest to appreciate what we had
what you gave us
but I find I'm enveloped in anger
selfishly pounding fists
throwing fits
wanting to remove myself
rewind
go back there once more
I should have done everything
should have grabbed you that night
when you cried as we parted
never let go
like all those times I fought to stay
I told myself I'd see you again.
Every time I convinced myself,
repetition reenforces behaviors
I believed that night I would
but I was proven naive once again. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 8th, 2004|04:08 pm] |
I glare at days gone by
when you and I would play
in the sand
trying to get to that sunset
one more time
I knew that day
it would live on with me forever
those brilliant colors
defined the room
giving meaning to a curtain
I tear up just slightly
some evenings
when those rays fall on my face
and the sky is almost gone
those moments before it leaves the walls
and ducks back behind it all
When summer comes
it will be hard to take
so many beautiful sunsets |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 8th, 2004|03:50 pm] |
Peering through the window
I look for what I want to see
To capture what's not there
and never will be
but I keep trying
I can't bring myself to develop
that disposable camera.
I want to so bad
but it will finally be over then
and I can't let happen yet.
Still looking for the rewind button
that got chewed off by some devil cat
while we dreamt of better days |
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| The Last Sunset |
[Jan. 12th, 2004|09:24 am] |
I recall a place I never wanted to be
I recall faces
welled with tears
waiting for a hand to take theirs
I too, waited for hands
I recall staring at the face of
a man
with worn eyes
and a soul too tainted to cry
I recall whispering
in my head
asking what I could do
to make a new reality for us
I recall a pink sky
shortly after the last rays came in the front window
through half opened drapes
peeking in the house of a thousand sorrows
a place I once knew only in happiness
I recall silence
in an empty room for a few moments
where I sat and watched the last light fall
from a description of your face
that strangely seemed so distant
I will recall seeing your face
in line at a grocery store
in a parking lot getting in a car
on a couch at your dad's house
standing across the street from my job
I'll recall the last sunset
and feel it all come crashing down again |
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| my broken compass |
[Dec. 27th, 2003|11:17 am] |
the depths of my heart
have gone shallow
the balance has been broken
when the brightest star
has burnt out
remember the colors
the explosion
the sunset
that followed
you were my faith
I followed hopelessly
but the reason to believe
in unicorns
to chase them endlessly
died with you
and so I'll sit with my foreign breath
and wonder where they've gone |
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| for my baby [12.20.03] |
[Dec. 22nd, 2003|12:10 pm] |
I've searched my mind for eloquence, complexity;
reached as far from cliche as I could
but every sentence, every word
every letter were all too global
too familiar
I reached for adjectives
emersed the paper with ink
stood back and stared at the words
but the only thing I could feel was shame.
Shame that I couldn't form words worthy of you
I listened to songs I have for years
Ones that left me stunned
wondering how a human being could create them.
How they made the most unbearable things
beautiful for a moment
I always wished I could do that.
I would bear all the tortures of this world
to do that for you now.
English is a prison for the heart.
I'm held breathless,
trapped in an unjust lyrical loop ridiculously named beauty.
For you,
I will make declarations to a silent sky
I'll beg for a reply
and hope someday it won't be my voice
echoing through the night
but yours telling me to hold on and be patient.
You held an energy unmatched
I will carry it for you until the moment we're together again
I will tell you quietly how long I've waited to return it. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 15th, 2003|09:36 am] |
There are more tears in me than I knew
More pain than I ever thought I could bare
Ten thousand more hopes to bring you near
I would take all the tortures of the human race
to place you in your father's arms |
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