She loves him, she loves him And he makes me want to hurt myself again

Hug O’ War

Björk + Cocoon = Serenity

So What if I’m tired…

It doesn’t matter to most people if I am alive or not…breathing or inadequately nourished.

I’m a bum. It matters not if I’m dead. You want me gone. I walk alongside you, you barely notice. What you do notice are my clothes, my complexion, my tattered hair. What do you make of me with that mischievous mind of yours? I’m here, but I’m dead to you. Ask me my name, I dare you. Unfortunately I seem to scare you. Frightened and nervous, but who’s really vulnerable here? Is it the woman in the red dress waving her expensive purse around town? Or is it me? All I want is some path out of this complacency I have fallen into. A hole, too big, too deep for my brittle bones to crawl out of. Perhaps give me a window? Let me see through it. Have a dollar or two? Perhaps a drink? Maybe a meal? No sir, to me a meal is a sandwich, perhaps half of one. Why do you think I am stupid? That’s all you notice about me. Clothes…dirt. Perhaps if you let me speak to you and actually listen. Maybe you’d know who I really was…who I really am. Maybe you’d know who I am going to be…

Silence is Golden

Well let’s face it.

Sometimes people just need to shut the fuck up.

Take a Load Off. Play Sushi-Go-Round.

Meet me in Montauk

What a beautiful movie.
A definite MUST SEE!

Let’s be honest here.

I have nothing to write about. I’m having massive writer’s block.

Perhaps…