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Thursday, October 13th, 2005 | 11:44 pm |
New Photos 10-13-05 Julie-improviso
I really have been ignoring good ol LJ haven't I? I'm pretty obsessed with Myspace... go add me there! :) Friday, September 30th, 2005 | 1:17 am |
 *sigh* I saw Dead Can Dance the other night... I cried during American Dreaming... Some things in my past still haunt me... Im hoping they will heal with time. Thursday, September 22nd, 2005 | 12:23 am |
Rain First rain of the year I wish it would rain for a few days straight… I miss the rain like a long lost lover. When the clouds dried up and the sun came out today a sadness washed over me. I just wanted to make the sun explode by my will alone to return again to darkness. Yesterday was magical. The Ocean called me with the voices of a thousand sirens. All beckoning me to dive in it’s chilly waters. I walked to the shore with my love... we walked into a dream I couldn’t tell what way I was standing,the sky seemed liquid. Was I seeing double vision? Everything around me a pink and orange chimera consciousness… The Ocean, a cruel Mistress Threw me around and pulled my hair In an instant I felt the true thunderingpower of her vexation. It’s a full day later and I still feel her touch. *Some photos not taken by moi-Thank you to my boy for taking photos of the beautiful twilight as I got kicked in the ass by mother nature. Wednesday, September 21st, 2005 | 11:06 pm |
go add me fools!! 
Sunday, September 18th, 2005 | 11:35 pm |
WHOO 
Thursday, September 15th, 2005 | 11:59 pm |
9/15/05 The air is as thin as paper in this place Crisp like autumn, but there is no sign Of a seasons change Beats, rhythm in my head… …in my heart My rusty swing swaying Tiny pebbles add up to almost nothing on my shore Cuts so deep Red sticky lullaby All I want to do is sleep If everything is an illusion, why do I still bleed? I chase the moon Follow its edges with my gray worlds In my dreamland it’s so easy to sit on its side Stare at the earth…with bloodshot eyes So grand, yet we still try to control it.. False gods will destroy this masterpiece of Atoms Big Bang in a can-Everything is marketable Sell your souls, two for one.. I sit in my small space And think of immense things Far away lands Space infinite Trying to see where I fit into this grand puzzle Wanting to make my time here worth something I’m Feeling maternal lately Is it my internal clock ticking? Am I about to give birth to something bigger than myself? Sometimes I drown in metaphors So vague Try to figure me out I’m trying to create something new With old withered paintbrushes.. I’ll never succeed that way I don’t want to live my past Run, run, run so fast-make a sudden turn Run from monotony I don’t want to grow old like this. Thursday, September 1st, 2005 | 12:56 am |
I feel pretty  I have been busy busy..trying to find a way out of this hole of debt I have... I wish I was good @ headshots I could make some dough that way.. but they are just so bland to me. I have to get my ass in gear and get a show together.Sell some prints or something. I sold one recently to a woman who comes into the salon...she had me sign it and everything i felt like a rockstar. ha. some exciting things coming up.. DOA in TJ, and RYAN will be in town!! Fuck yeh.. I miss RYAN! He gets into town on a friday so I get to bring him to Bunker.. I think he'll love it. Ok well I have to make my lunch.. and go to bed. night kiddies. Wednesday, August 24th, 2005 | 8:41 pm |
The days are slipping by And I feel the stale air in this place forgetting me like a bad memory An afterthought But im still standing here Kind of empty.. waiting for the next plane straight to the cosmos I look at your face, it’s so familiar and it makes me Want to know more about you.. makes me want to know your thoughts Makes me want to know if you know mine Makes me want to know what your hands look like while folding paper Or what your face looks like right at that moment before sleep. And im dreaming of that place again… the one with the apples and the boats I swear that place is real I can feel the water with my hands Why can’t we steal away to that land If I could only find the path that leads the way Its hidden amongst the trees…an old faeries trickery So just lie with me love Lie with me under the trees Under the stars Under the vast blue oblivion And I promise to tell you anything and everything your heart asks Just hold me love Sometimes I feel my pieces slipping away, no glue strong enough to keep me sane But you.. your always there.. and you glue me.. back together I love you The season changed as we grew closer.. Did you even notice? Fall is coming, Autumn, a time of death and rebirth.. My favorite time of year. My heart has been reluctant to dive To submerge.. because im scared Scared of many things But with this new season Im ready to grow Ready to see whats out there in the heavens for us …..dive…let go.. straight to Mars and back.. Jupiter storm…26 years and still I believe in dreams Someone tried to crush me.. but it didn’t work Look at me.. in my grey worlds.. can you see my everything? Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005 | 10:32 pm |
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THIS THURSDAY Just made the HTML flyer for this event.. you should go!! great show-prizes-dancing what more could you want?  Tuesday, August 9th, 2005 | 9:20 am |
Memory lane...Thanks to jamie hangover The goths don't appreciate my red shoes. BY JAMIE HANGOVER Several years ago my friends and I had an awesome roadtrip to Boston. We were going to this club for a Gary Neuman CD release party (yes I know, random... fun none-the-less). I love a roadtrip more then most, but it seems that every trip I make to eastern Mass has some sort of issue. In summary - Autumn 2000 - Red Chuck Taylor incident Summer 2001 - The Locust/Arab on Radar sold out (hanging out with an annoying girl for a huge road trip) Summer 2003 - Pulled over 3 times during a trip never to receive a ticket Summer 2005 - running out of gas on the thruway on the way back from a show Dear Red Converse Chucks, I still love you no matter what. Jamie Hangover That being typed and affirmed by me I will explain the Chuck Taylor incident.... The CD release is held at random Cambridge goth club with expensive drinks #1. We arrive at the venue, park in a parking garage down the block, and walk up to the forming line. As I get to the front door, security tells me that my shoes are not acceptable attire to hang out in their establishment. He added that if I had worn my black Chucks that I would have been fine, the goths are very strict when it comes to fashion in Boston apparently. That is fine, me being the resourceful person that I am I leave the venue with my roomate Matt, and our friend Jason (my friend Barb stayed to find her guy friend that she was then hanging out with). We start wandering the beautiful streets of Cambridge, Mass, and I decide that I am going to find something useful in a 7-11. I am correct! Oh look, black liquid shoepolish! I purchase the shoe polish, and proceed to give my red sneakers a healthy application of the product while sitting on a curbside parkbench. I am frantically applying the product, and realizing my emotions caught between a state of amusement and contempt for all things goff, when an older gentleman walks up to me asks to use the shoe polish and applies it to the tip of his shoe remarking "I have needed to do that for weeks now!" Awesome, I am glad I could help the polishless residents of the great state of Massachusetts. So me, my two friends and my freshly blackened shoes return to the venue. The security guy immediately looks at my feet and comments that my sneakers are now goth-friendly. Thanks bud! I proceed into the venue where I begin to ingest large amounts of alcohol and leave black markings across the dance floor. A sad day... wrecked my Chucks. Oh well... I got drunk, hung out with good friends, all in all a worthy road trip. When I finally got myself and my blackened sneakers home I decided that I would spray paint them silver, that was fun too. Good times. responses by those that were there that night: Dude, I bust a gut every time I have an opportunity to tell that story. Even better, was the fact that the gentleman who requested a quick polish to his shoes was wearing a full suit, and carrying a briefcase around at midnight on a Friday night? WTF?! Gas, tolls, and munchies for 3 hr roadtrip to Boston to go to pretentious goth club: $35 Cover charge and drinks at pretentious goth club: $100 Bottle of black scuff-magic shoe polish with sponge applicator tip: $3.75 Painting your favorite red chucks black to appease pretentious goth sensibilities: PRICELESS! And while we're talking about fun roadtrips, how about the one to Burlington where you challenged Amy to do a "Fight Club" on you, and she decked you in the ear?! Ahhh... good times. There's nothing like a road trip with Jamie. Posted by Random My response: Man that was a fucked up night... I was riddiculous! I remember being so drunk that I couldn't drive home and Jason had to take over.. we stopped at burgerking.. or mcdonalds... whatever it was it was the best food ever ( to me at the time) and how embarrassed I was the next day to remember taking off my latex panties in the front seat because I was so darn uncomfy. That night was odd.. but I don't remember too much because i got so wasted so fast. RIP red chucks. fucking goth people suck. errr. Im not goth.. just FYI. heh. Posted by Estrella However much I miss roadtrippiun to Boston.. Im hella glad I live in LA now. I do miss da boyz crazy bunches. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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