Oct 9, 2011 The man on the left. I love him. So much. EXPLOSIONS OF HEARTS.
Oct 9, 2011 I don't know what I'm doing on Halloween yet, but I already have half a costume set out: I have red tights, a black pencil skirt, a cheesy shirt, and a torso-tight children's cardigan. I'm going to be Alice Glass with some grotesque mask AND some crude Hijab to cover the back of my head, I'm quite found of headscarves... Here's my inspiration:
I want it to look like the way this sounds
Oct 8, 2011 No, no. Instead of people, I have music to scream to.
Oct 5, 2011 I'm conceiving creative thoughts somewhat at the moment. I'm probably going to finish a poem about shame over the weekend. It just came to me while I was watching the TELLIE. American Horror Story: It's quite good. It was basically Amityville Horror+sex scenes+WTF+horror+mentally unstable individuals... and it's a series. As far as the poem goes, I had some strange anxiety over constantly being watched when I was a child. Mostly this was because my teachers taught me (K-3rd Christian School) that I was going to be whipped and burned in hell if I sinned. I felt uncomfortable with myself, that I wasn't good enough. If I didn't confine to the morals and social standards of the Christian doctrine, that I would be punished eternally. That, among other reasons, is why I've purged myself of personal religious faith. I kind of want to explore my mindset in my childhood. It's always interesting to think about how you used to process people and information and how it's changed so drastically in such a short period of time. Funny how relationships with people drastically change within such a short period of time. I'm also a bit pissed because I have two black ultra fine point shapries left and one of them is nearly dead. This is because Justin BROKE MY DRAWING UTENSIL. Don't fuck with my sharpies. My room looks like shit. I'm hoping to get my negatives developed tomorrow in photography and see how the pictures I took at the fair came out (long story). I basically just fucked around nonstop with the settings to see what I could do. I took pictures of signs, mostly. One in particular I just zoomed in on the word SAUSAGE surrounded with lights. I wanted to take pictures of the... interesting population there. Maine has a nice sect of rednecks. Mostly I was just thinking of all the words out of context. Also, I want to draw more. I have two unfinished drawings setting less than a foot away from me. I'd also like to try to attempt at a Roy Lichenstein kind of style (LOOK THAT SHIT UP). I'm quite behind on schoolwork and I really couldn't care less. When I'm tired I get inspired. I'm going to go write an essay comparing/contrasting elements of The Guest and The Bet. Read my poems. Listen to Hall by Baths on my profile, it's kind of the only song there... it sounds nostalgic in a really peculiar sense, don't be thrown off by the sampling. I love this gif.
Oct 5, 2011 Well! Isn't that dapper?
Oct 4, 2011 Lover, I don't play to win for the thrill 'till I'm spent.
Oct 3, 2011 I like this music video. Who doesn't like dirty, bloody, men flirtatiously vomiting/making out with each other and being crucified while being surrounded by pig carcasses? I don't think it exactly fits into the SFW category. I'm sure it's a Lady Gaga parody at heart. The song is nice.
Oct 2, 2011 I'm not an expert, but I think replacing your own strings keeps your strings lasting longer. Last October was when I first replaced my own strings (which had fucked over prior to this within a few months) and now I'm replacing them again. I used Elixir strings last time and now I have some other brand which have WAY more friction when playing. Plus they claim they're LIGHT strings with a BRIGHT tone... Do those strike you as the type of strings that fit me?...Last time I let my mom get strings for me. PLUS, the tuners on my head look SO much better when I string it XD
Oct 2, 2011 You know what I absolutely hate? When someone deems their opinion of a song by how 'catchy' it is. It makes me laugh, really. It's like saying "Oh, I only like music that is INSTANTLY accessible and highly disposable. How about you?" That's why I find bands like Throbbing Gristle or SPK intriguing, they make anti-music really. It sounds terrible and isn't nearly enjoyable... and it's fantastic. Hamburger Lady is very easily the most fucked up song I've heard, ever. It's even better if you actually listen to what Genesis is saying. Here's to catchy pop hits <3<3<3!!!!
Oct 1, 2011 The descendants of the Anasazi, the Hopi people, now inhabit the area and continue the thousand-year-old tradition of making fine pottery, woven rugs, and baskets. But Hopi artistry is best exemplified by the unique form of carved wooden figures known as kachinas. These figures are sculpted from the root of the cottonwood tree and range in size from a few inches up to two feet. The heads often have ornately carved masks, while the finished figures are painted in bright colors and embellished with shells, feathers, and semiprecious stones.
Sep 30, 2011 New poem. It's different. It was also somewhat awkward to write considering the gleaming sex stanza. Come to think of it, whenever I write about sex, I usually do so in a violent or mocking portrayal. No, no, I'm going to write about passionate happy sex because, you know, I'm TOTALLY not a virgin, at all... Anyway, I explained it pretty well in the summary. I hope you enjoy it, whoever may be reading this. By the way, the thumbnail for that is album art for Thee Oh Sees (who birthed GILDED CUNT, which I have still not gotten over in all it's beautiful ear-wormy lovely... what a song title). Though, due to the compression of JPEG files through Booksie's shitty uploading process, it looks like shit. I love their album art... so much. Here's a ton of it in proper size:
Sep 29, 2011 Writing poetry solely about myself makes me extremely uncomfortable. This is a picture I shot/developed/printed in Photography. Please excuse the shameful Photo Booth quality. DEAD SUNFLOWERS FTW?
Sep 26, 2011 I've said/typed this before, but Chelsea Wolfe makes such haunting ethereal music. I refuse to get over it. She perfectly balances scalding noise with ghost-haunted folk music. HER VOICE, HER FUCKING VOICE. I usually don't feel extremely guilty about nicking albums off of Mediafire, but I honestly feel simply nefarious when downloading anything from Chelsea Wolfe when I haven't bought it. I would buy The Grime and the Glow, but it seems there's only digital files of it (and I'd rather not use iTunes). I think I'll buy the physical record of Ἀποκάλυψις to atone for my musical sins (though, even that is complicated considering the transaction can only be made through the label's website). Enough blubbery. So, I've been writing a poem When You Sleep (tentatively titled) about, you almost guessed it, dreams. I'm really enjoying the process. It's becoming a bit of an epic, but that's because I'm working at it piece by piece. It's mostly an imagery poem. I think it represents a great poetic change I've made as a writer; a lot of my earlier poetry was solely for the purpose of balancing metaphor with accessibility, I feel like I've cast that aside. Though part of the battle with poetry will always be about the latter, it's becoming less of a defining force. PLEASE, PLEASE, listen to this. I know, it sometimes is painful to click on youtube videos I post and pretend you listen to them (Johanna, wait, who am I kidding, you've stopped trying to pretend you care about anything I like/mention). And the latter is the song When You Sleep that subliminally made me title my poem (that will be posted in x days).
Sep 25, 2011 My new obsession: Cleverbot
Sep 25, 2011 Best finest surgeon, come cut me open