Thursday, December 25, 2008


I can't wait til I have a spot of my own. This space looks perfect.


Wednesday, December 24, 2008


two minutes in the box. by yourself.
and you feel shame.
then you get free'd.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

patience saves the day every time.

I NEED a tattoo that says "patience". 4 real tho, a constant reminder to combat the fact that I'm ridiculously impulsive.... always getting into trouble over stupid shit.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

her space holiday. japanese gum. 2003.

I wanna make videos like this. ones that make you cry when you're totally feel'n fine.
emotional distress. but. digitally fresh.


Thursday, July 17, 2008


So a couple people have been asking me to make clothes for them off the designs I made for myself... long story short..

IM SELLING SHORTS!!! short short shorty short shorts. And here's the first pair we shot.... hope you like. those are fish on the shorts...

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

natalie jhane.

This guy here on the right--Is wearing my sweats!!! the black and white ones- I LOVE THEM. 2bad someone "borrowed" them and took them half way across the country.:( send 'em bak. they decorated my closet nicely. now its a total mess. really, I can't survive.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

hair metal. fuck yeah with that OG style video.

My moms the 'queen' lady in this video, with the robot visor goggles on her head.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Walking into a house you've never seen before and realizing there are pictures of you all over the walls and you had no idea, is a little weird... that a place you've never been already has some idea of you in mind..

and it's even more unnerving to consider whether their take on you is closer to the real you... a little more true than the places you've been forcing yourself to get through

Thursday, June 12, 2008

When I was little I was totally in love with Star Search; Obsessed. 
I remember sitting in my grandma's bed at 7 or 8 years old in my Pj's, with wet, freshly permed hair (which gave me the dopest peggy bundy hair-do) and waiting patiently for Ed McMahon.

At that time if you had asked me,  I probably would have told you that Star Search was my life's destiny. I was positive that I would conquer that show, even though I couldn't sing, and although I swore I could dance really good, there were subtle implications to make me think not everyone agree'd.

Oh yeah, Ed McMahon is said to be going into foreclosure on his house. The Economy is so bad that it's de-throwning the face of Star Search? Mike Tyson is a different story, he didn't make dreams come true, he bit ears.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

And then sometimes it comes
making my insanity's numb
bringing me down inside the sickness
a place of soggy crumbs and the absence of  drums

But it's aim is vicious
a doll house scenery
where the heart's pump is purely fictitious  
Like explosion amnesia, erasing what's real
a local anesthesia, that chemical meal
no tears or hunger
I choose not to feel
fall down. grow hard. 
flesh sensitive only to surgical steel.

And these are the highs
where the frequency momentarily mutes the cries
the lows they seem much worse
leaving me empty and dry, with cliched plastic thirst

reliable, this cycle is monotone and well-rehearsed
a cynical nurse who came disguised as a doctor at first

so when clarity threatens to raise the curtain
I grab the blindfold. stay safe in the uncertain.

Monday, April 14, 2008

So I've come to the realization that I've learned how to be selfish, and in the worst possible way.. Not with possession's or money. but with my actual self. I'm cheap on the the amount of time I'm willing to give, and just give for giving-sake. that is like believing time is actually mine to give.. FUCKING RIDICULOUS.

I blame society... we're molded to see the individual pursuit of goals in a light that is far too bright. sometimes outshining the fact that we're put on earth to just live.

I have adopted a stubborn schedule. somewhere along the line, I started to see my life as MY life and shallowly forgot that I am in other peoples' lives too.

we can be giving with ourselves or we can not; that is seriously the only choice life gives us.

Ex; Out of the times that I've passed people broken down on the side of the road; I have pretty much always gotten the urge to turn around and help-- but I don't think I've ever followed through. -- It can't be possible that all of those times I was on my way to something so urgent, that I couldn't just check to see if there was something I could do.
so I drive, and assume they have a cell phone, or AAA.
I assume I am not needed.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Well, I found my man...

[Columbian artist No para Innita really likes women. He likes them so much, in fact, that the art he creates is intensely driven by his belief that women are superior to men.
“I have a concept art I named "ginotropia" and it stands for the feminine as the essence of life, male being a secondary and complementary force. Ginotropia is the lifestyle I invented for defining my place in the world: I stand for female supremacy. I think feminine is superior, and masculine is inferior. I don't believe in equality,” states No para Innita.
Though shocking to many, Innita’s views have lent themselves admirably to his creative process.]

(rest of article is on Juxtapoz's site)