I'm a Shoe Addict.

Supreme xXx Neighborhood '08 collaboration

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Download this album!

http://www.mediafire.com/?f2g8swzdis8
Her Space Holday, The Young Machines album. 2003.
SOOOOOOOOOOO good.

yesterday.

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.

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.

Supra..I LUST YOU

disconnect. rebirth yourself.

LOVEXX

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...

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.

I WANNA GO ON A SAFARI!!! in my backyard maybe...

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.

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

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.

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.

Words from the mouth are always too messy.

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.

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)

I Love You Clare Rojas!

Riverside Art Museum: Three Shows, One Venue
Friday, 21 March 2008

The Riverside Art Museum announces the opening of three complementary exhibitions: The Big Sad: Clare Rojas and Barry McGee; Thank You For Staying: Raymond Pettibon and It’s About Time! and Space: Jon Roach and Dan Nguyen. An opening reception for all will be held March 30th.

Mama Clothing... Get down get dirty

www.mamaclothing.com

Fortresses are for wimps.

Still not worried. Still open.

Doesn't it worry you the way we get lost in a moment
wrestling shamefully, trying to own it
abandoning all that was formerly true
shattering the principles we'd once grounded in glue

thoughts in our brain start to set the blaze
scrambling through like hamsters in a cage
each incidence, a new corridor of this mapless maze
color coded coincidences seem to fuel ideas onto the opposite page.

doesn't it worry you getting lost in the moment
the way your mind runs rampant and hopes to own it

don't you worry your feelings could have been wrong all along
lost in a melody while reality's singing a completely different song

no I'm never scared of the moment
I might have worried if I had needed to own it

Woop. Looks like someone's tryin to holler at young thug life.

for natalie. shit gets better.

OG had a 'the' behind the word 'one' but it bugged me.

letting go is vital for satisfaction.

in regards to Nietzsche....

"There are no facts, only interpretations" -Fredrich Nietzsche


No shit, any intelligent person can realize that their point of view is purely their own and cannot expect their own views to be a universal gateway into how everyone else see things.

Nietsche chooses to identify his surroundings as lacking all fact. untrustworthy. That's perfectly legit, of course our emotional attachment to our reality prevents us from being objective. But, He ruined his individual life by not allowing himself to really fall in love w/ anything, his point of view is so blank and detached it hurts. It's great to be rational, brilliant, and unphased; but that doesn't make you happy. Nihilism would be the death of my heart.



fucking cynical lot.

Today

was a good day for undiscovered potential...

Love more....it doesn't run out.

good morning

So i was feelin crappy and tired and I didn't want to be awake; And then I watched this, and I laughed a little


Sheep Jumping On Bed

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JOHN WAYNE.
too much cowboy for me.

the scent of familiarity

This scent, this smell
it covers me suddenly
once remembered,
I am rendered naked all too comfortably
into a place where imagination fuels visibility
a reliable rescue I find worth more than tangibility
in this circle of two-way streets
with the senses ephemerally stealing beats
this is engulfing love
eternally incapable of the incomplete
and here with no definitive temperature
the rush and wave the way it fills my lungs
this welcomed change in atmosphere
like a savior it leaves my body light
and my brain clear

I felt your anger today
the way you do when you cut right through me
but the colors were different from what you see
inside my locked view i took no victims

My blood started rising
lava shooting through my veins like seizures
the clouds ached grey and out of focus

I felt your anger poisoning my heart
a selfish contempt for the world ahead
burning toxic with an irrational one-way view

this anger you channeled so carelessly
that you fed off so frequently
filled and raped my body of all good today
immature i sought only war

but you see im small
i cannot annhialite another's will like you
and my body can not handle this rocket size anger
no not like yours... it was so simple to swallow it whole and unleash its blood on my hands
no i didn't take prisoners the way you did

i felt your anger so hard and fast today
i was inside the fire that overtakes you
but I chose to stay still
i didn't fall down with its deathly current
no not like you