pure imagination

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ-uV72pQKI&feature=player_embedded

no appreciation

Nebula

Christopher Kane; Picks from his Resort 2011 Collection.

"Baghdad, Me And The Hitman Joseph"
- Napoleon.
listen.

House of Harlow 1960

 welcome home.

Broke the bank with these bad boys.

Journal of Kurt Cobain.

Fans of Nirvana star Kurt Cobain gathered at one of the rocker's famous sanctuary spots on Tuesday for the unveiling of a guitar memorial to mark the 17th anniversary of his death. The diverse group of onlookers included many born after the musician's suicide.

Cobain, who committed suicide on April 5, 1994, was honoured with a 3.9 metre statue of a guitar, created by local artist Lora Malakoff, in an Aberdeen, Washington park. A steel ribbon dangles by the concrete guitar with lyrics from the Nirvana song On a Plain. It reads "One more special message to go and then I'm done and I can go home."

I Bought Kurt Cobain's Journal a few days ago. I think it's pretty weird that you can buy someones personal diary, kind of feel guilty. It's all scanned images of pages that he wrote. The drawing are ever so interesting, considering they were illustrated from the hands of a mentally damaged person genius.

R.I.P

The Bedroom Philosopher.

Discovered by self: Early 2009
Thoughts: gene-ious.
So Postmodern.


http://www.bedroomphilosopher.com/about/

zine time.

Front.

Middle.

Inside.

Zine: a cheaply printed magazine published irregularly by amateurs, esp. one featuring images and ideas reflecting unconventional, often alienated thought.


Title: Zip..
Date: 5/4/11

So now I hide in piles of princely orange peels it feels the way you told me how it'd always feel. Words hurt more then actions, we've been taught this since we were young but unlike nursery rhymes, we can't sing to it. Birds sing, but do they really know the lyrics? Or are they just hoping that someone will see the hurtful cries behind their sweet, soft songs? I feed wolves to keep them quiet but they never keep their jaws sealed. This happens continuously, in everyone. You try to keep your head low so you can't capture a bullet, but when you get to inquisitive and curious you'll take a peek at the on coming enemy every now and again. This may seem like all fun and games but the enemies are playing one to. You take your last peek at the oncoming traffic and before you know it you'll be on the ground with a bullet hole in the middle of your forehead and before you can think "how the fuck did that get there?" your already on a one way train to hell.


I wish I'd done lit.

ugly.

Welcome to the lunchtime of a psychotically normal person.

What: On the back of my 2CD Math graph notes
      Ink
Hospitals, schools, museums.
They all can be a bore unless you know how to play your cards.

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zola jesus - manifest destiny [mp3]
zola jesus - sea talk [mp3]