Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
oh yes, yes they did.
Lead-singer and style icon Bill Kaulitz will visually put the show together with the twins Dan and Dean of international mega lable DSQUARED.
14.04.2010 FR Paris BERCY
yes. yes i will.
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
you be cards, i'll be the beat.
Friday, October 16, 2009
smiles of glass
if i say
i'm okay
with tears in my eyes
when i say
that i'm fine
you don't dare question why
no more lies
no more cheating
don't you dare hold this back
i can see
in your eyes
i can't bear the attack
so peel back your lips
smile and let your ignorance show.
i'm okay
with tears in my eyes
when i say
that i'm fine
you don't dare question why
so peel back your lips.
smile and let your ignorance show.
no more lies
no more cheating
don't you dare hold this back
i can see
in your eyes
i can't bear the attack
so peel back your lips
smile and let your ignorance show.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
once upon a nine.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
trapped.
Edit Me.
The corn maze: in the style of Dylan Thomas
I recall the bite of the air, nipping at my flesh, nibbling at my neck, the black of the night, swallowing the bright, the tiny bulbs of light, bobbing, bobbing, the crunch of the corn, the crashing and laughing and faces that were smiling, children blundering, the smell of the crops, of soil and stalks, like a forest before me with hands that were grabbing and tugging and pulling my hair, gnarled and decrepit, as frail and fragile as the skin of an old woman, yet less likely to tear, we’re following faces into unknown places, unknown abyss that was scratching and slapping the skin that was bare, running and panting till I ran out of air, thoroughly lost, deep in the maze with no way back, searching for something, those bulbs of light, bobbing and nodding, but only blackness met our gaze, surrounded and crowded by nothing but corn, a chill in the breeze knocks at my knees, the only warmth from tears that streamed down my cheeks, burning and turning round every bend, every corner, searching for a crevice to hide, to creep into, fingers were numbing, feet were fumbling, bodies were toppling, and exhaustion was drawing nearer; hearts were pounding, a drum inside my head, growing louder and louder with each stomp of my feet, beating and hammering the compressed dirt, shrunken and shriveled husks tickled mittens and jackets, spinning around, a new path freshly discovered, waiting to be pursued, chasing death himself, taunting, jeering, tempting, leading, searching for those bobbing bulbs of light, comforting and calming, growing brighter and brighter, the finish line almost in sight, coming closer to the faces we left behind, waiting for what seems like hours, the final reprieve of an exit, like a single hole in (an endless tunnel), familiar smirks of the night sky as we part, each muscle let go of its immeasurable hold on the bones to which we clung, warmth, cheeks gaining back their humanly glow, growing slowly, flooding, rushing to replenish their redness, tingling and burning as they crawl their way back under my skin: a new haven.
I recall the bite of the air, nipping at my flesh, nibbling at my neck, the black of the night, swallowing the bright, the tiny bulbs of light, bobbing, bobbing, the crunch of the corn, the crashing and laughing and faces that were smiling, children blundering, the smell of the crops, of soil and stalks, like a forest before me with hands that were grabbing and tugging and pulling my hair, gnarled and decrepit, as frail and fragile as the skin of an old woman, yet less likely to tear, we’re following faces into unknown places, unknown abyss that was scratching and slapping the skin that was bare, running and panting till I ran out of air, thoroughly lost, deep in the maze with no way back, searching for something, those bulbs of light, bobbing and nodding, but only blackness met our gaze, surrounded and crowded by nothing but corn, a chill in the breeze knocks at my knees, the only warmth from tears that streamed down my cheeks, burning and turning round every bend, every corner, searching for a crevice to hide, to creep into, fingers were numbing, feet were fumbling, bodies were toppling, and exhaustion was drawing nearer; hearts were pounding, a drum inside my head, growing louder and louder with each stomp of my feet, beating and hammering the compressed dirt, shrunken and shriveled husks tickled mittens and jackets, spinning around, a new path freshly discovered, waiting to be pursued, chasing death himself, taunting, jeering, tempting, leading, searching for those bobbing bulbs of light, comforting and calming, growing brighter and brighter, the finish line almost in sight, coming closer to the faces we left behind, waiting for what seems like hours, the final reprieve of an exit, like a single hole in (an endless tunnel), familiar smirks of the night sky as we part, each muscle let go of its immeasurable hold on the bones to which we clung, warmth, cheeks gaining back their humanly glow, growing slowly, flooding, rushing to replenish their redness, tingling and burning as they crawl their way back under my skin: a new haven.
Monday, October 5, 2009
she's chasing me.
so much to do, and no time to do it.
here's MY list:
- 1. do a literature presentation tomorrow
- 2. model tryouts tomorrow
- 3. make cuts, organize scenes by the end of tomorrow
- 4. go babysitting wednesday
- 5. get some paramore tickets
- 6. gather my entries for the rockton fair and deliver them by thursday
- 7. giant art sketch due wednesday next week
- 8. go to work once this weekend
- 9. spend some time with my boyfriend
- 10. pay evelyn for metric tickets
- 11. figure out what i'm doing for halloween
- 12. not kill myself from over exertion or stress
- 13. eat healthy and not gain weight.
- 14. oh yeah, cancel my driver's lesson cause its on the same day i go see paramore
- get something for steph's birthday
- have carolyn come over!
- figure out when we have time for a fashion show meeting and how to keep people occupied
- oh crap we have a business test tomorrow.
wow will i ever get anything accomplished?
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