FLY GIRL DAYZ

Lurkin' twekin' smokin' tokin'

2012-01-18T14:11:00.004-05:00

OCEAN OF BLOODZ

2012-01-18T14:02:00.005-05:00

If you have Facebook you can see all of my India photos here, I know I'm lazy, maybe one day I'll put em up on flickr, there's just so many!!! The album should be public, if it's not let me know!

PART ONE

PAR T TWO

I took them all with this weird 35mm Canon underwater camera from the 80's/90's. I sort of ruined the camera though like the day we were getting to Varanasi (our final destination). I went for a swim with it and there was hella sand in the seal (from rolling around drunk on a beach the night before). Ugh!! The water-damaged roll looks pretty fly though!

Vortex

2012-01-12T04:42:00.004-05:00

Hibernation winter laze daze dayz. Sweetness, lover, baby, bee. New Year's wizard with a braided beard and a diamond plug. It's still Christmas; sit on Santa's lap. Friday is a good day for love spells, cakes and ale, almond, rose water, crystal, bowl, bell.

In the spirit of--

2011-10-04T13:55:00.002-04:00

I am going to India for a month and ten days with the Swimming Cities, if you want to check our status, you got it boyeeee:

Google Group, check-ins, etc

Kickstarter: BRING US HOME!!!

THE OCEAN OF BLOOD BLOGGY

WILDIN' WIVES

2011-09-16T12:03:00.001-04:00

WILD ANIMALZ THEMED RENEWAL OF VOWS &&& MY DAY OF BIRTH PARTY! SEE YOU AT FORT TILDEN! SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!

FREAK PARTY SWIMMIN' CITIES!!!!

2011-09-13T15:43:00.003-04:00

COME DANCE AND FREAK OUT FOR OUR LAST SWIMMING CITIES EVENT!!!! HELP US RAISE MONEY FOR OUR ADVENTURE!!!! GET PAINTED AND DANCE YOUR TITS OFF!!!! INDIA OR BUST!!!!

Dan Zev's birthday

2011-09-08T14:09:00.002-04:00

Great story about how I acquired that bottle of wine from a table of crackers who thought I was an employee of the Indian restaurant. Even after I told them I wasn't (twice!) the retarded dude continued to demand that I read him the numbers on the paycheck (which he could not decipher, he said). As payment for yelling at me I decided to grab the bottle off the table and take a swig of their cheap wine to which one of the bitches responded, Ew you can keep it. Thanks suckers, happy birthday!

Let's go shawping!

2011-09-08T13:57:00.006-04:00

(Arielle's purse, photo by Chen)

^Mine!!!

^Mine & mine!!!

The year of botanic gardens (Je's birthday)

2011-09-02T07:04:00.002-04:00

Hans Bellmer, sigh

2011-09-02T06:49:00.003-04:00

My tattoo needs to actually look like this, which it doesn't exactly. Haven't seen the drawing in years and I forgot how good it is. I can't believe I omitted Death's nasty skull hairs. I neeeeed it!

I tried to steal an amazing Hans Bellmer monograph from the Pratt Library, they chased me out of the library because the alarm went off. I put my backpack on the floor and when I unloaded the books I checked out onto the counter I just dropped the monograph on the floor and they didn't even notice . I still hella want that, maybe I'll try again, it's definitely out of print. Bad deeeedz.

GOLDEN YEAR (Holga)

2011-08-26T03:48:00.004-04:00

Danzie across the pond in the distance through my fur, boats, boats, whiskey and fur, whiskey and fur, Wifey, postcard, shotgun beers, the essence of Wareham, hold it to your chest and whisper, oh my god.

Witch

2011-08-26T03:26:00.001-04:00

All taken from Platius.

Blossom

2011-08-23T14:44:00.003-04:00

The man in the photo department of Walgreens told me there was something wrong with my film.

I got stoned and painted my nails. I want to dye my hair green.

I want to rip strips of fabric. I want to weave. I want to braid for days and miles.

I need beads and wood and metal chains. Lace and fur, doilies, threads.

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow!

All of the photobooth pictures fell out of her purse.

I spread out some newly developed prints on the bed.

We were in our underwear. She held them up to her

chest, one after the other, and whispered,

oh my god.

Its always perfect weather when I have to soon depart for work.

Everyone on the internet is freaking out about the earthquake in New York.

I'm from California but it was still mildly exciting.

I need to dye

2011-08-23T03:22:00.001-04:00

a hunk of hair

SOOOOON!

help?

CLOWN LOWN

2011-08-23T03:03:00.000-04:00

Independent

2011-08-23T03:02:00.002-04:00

America butt, triangle knees, face paint beer ass

Long brown hair

2011-08-23T02:51:00.004-04:00

2011-07-25T02:23:00.000-04:00

Soon I will have an Edwardian shooting party

2011-07-09T04:08:00.001-04:00

Can you imagine all those layers of frocks and hats and hosiery and bloomers and corsets on a hot summer day?? It'll have to be during the last dying breaths of picnic season. Buuuuut let's not think of that...many naked parties till then. Smileys!

U MUST CUM

2011-06-12T01:45:00.001-04:00

BLESSED LITHA NAKEY SABBAT SUMMER SOLSTICE BEACH PARTY!!!!!

Boner

2011-06-12T01:42:00.000-04:00

Iwannabejewelled

2011-06-12T01:37:00.004-04:00

Do

2011-04-14T10:27:00.000-04:00

Summer in heaven eleven

2011-04-12T13:55:00.001-04:00

90 909090 II

2011-04-11T11:58:00.004-04:00

Doom Generation, 1995.
Also by Araki, mindblowingly 90's gay cult Rose McGowan yikes!!!
Watch it on Netflix yo!

90 90 90 90 ninetieeeees

2011-03-23T14:18:00.002-04:00

Gregg Araki's Nowhere, watch it on the tube here.

Smattering

2011-03-20T01:04:00.002-04:00

Rodeo.net, x, Kathryna Hancock, x

2011-03-20T00:59:00.003-04:00

"I don't feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning. If you knew when you began a book what you would say at the end, do you think that you would have the courage to write it? What is true for writing and for a love relationship is true also for life. The game is worthwhile insofar as we don't know what will be the end. My field is the history of thought. Man is a thinking being."

Michel Foucault; Truth, Power, Self: An Interview with Michel Foucault, 25 October 1982.

Via http://decidastyle.com

I love women

2011-03-14T09:53:00.004-04:00

"Stars" video, by Warpaint.

Spool III

2011-02-09T01:42:00.002-05:00

Booky book! Favorite. Ultimate. Baby. Love. You make me feel glorious. Spooly spools, unraveled and sewn together. Sewn down the middle. Stitched. I acted like a fool in NY Central today because I was tired, delirious, excited. I ripped all the stickers off of my old Pratt ID to get a discount. It worked. I'm gonna get the world for freeeeee. The paper guy was disgruntled. He didn't like me and I didn't like him. My typewriter doesn't understand me at all. I exploded the typewriter ribbon box last night and boom! I knew what I was going to make. I needed this. I spent all night scratching opaque white into black. Precious Moments.

Blog roll llor golb

2010-12-27T20:52:00.004-05:00

Kaliyuga Blues

Aela Labbe via BloodMilk

Proenza Schouler via Sarah

StyleBubble via Magic

Blitz

2010-12-27T20:16:00.000-05:00

Motor-gypsies/ Snake in the grass

2010-12-27T18:39:00.003-05:00

Skinny swimming hole

2010-12-27T18:13:00.001-05:00

Ancient Mystical Order Rosae Crucis

2010-12-22T20:51:00.006-05:00

Hallie came down from the city to visit me in San Ho. We basically went to all my childhood haunts. We smoked in the Rosegarden, bugged out at a diner where I put Hollandaise on everything, and then went to the garden behind the Rosecrucian Egyptian Museum by my house. I used to hang out there with my Opi back in the day. It's a very special place. I remember going there with my friend April once in highschool. We brought a picnic of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that we made at my house. We had to use sourdough bread because that's all we had. We used my watercolors that came in a tin case decorated with cartoon animals. We set up camp on a patch of grass by the Caesar statue and teased some young boys that came over and asked too many questions. When I was a kid I'd spend hours there living in a private world where magic things happened: dipping my fingers into the fountain and smelling the chlorine on my fingers, mounting a sphinx, climbing inside a tree.
The sky was very gray today and it made everything seem kind of spooky and apocalyptic . Being there was so awesome, it's been a really long time.

Meow

2010-12-20T20:02:00.001-05:00

Corrado Dalco

Hungry for more

2010-12-20T20:00:00.001-05:00

Virgin slave blood

2010-12-16T03:05:00.003-05:00

It's been a while

2010-10-30T06:31:00.001-04:00

2010-07-10T04:02:00.000-04:00

Please come! I'm making a book tapestry!!!!!

2010-06-12T00:15:00.000-04:00

Burned into my baby brain:

2010-06-04T23:29:00.001-04:00

The scene where Dylan chooses Kelly over Brenda.

Spool II

2010-06-04T23:21:00.002-04:00

Original darling, OG baby,
dream-weaver, Oh, fatherless
alcoholic.

Fuzz face, muscle T.
Limp dick, bloody hole.
Smells like mouse pee.

Tree climber, monkey fucker.

Half lung, dead, drunk.

Spool

2010-06-04T23:18:00.001-04:00

Tomorrow. I'm thinking I will go to
that pow wow. I need to put my camera
together. I don't want to go without
my sisters.

Okinawa Soba!

2010-05-28T21:43:00.005-04:00

Pages and pages of exactly what you wanna look at all the time:
Okinawa Soba!!!

Golden Lady

2010-05-28T20:58:00.003-04:00

ofellabuta

Flower moon, milk moon

2010-05-28T20:27:00.005-04:00

We showed up drunk to the poetry reading, he said,
Poetry here. You grasped at each other in the dark.
His old jaw moved about, your two young mouths
touched. Cheekbone to cheek. I sat alone, drunk, on
a small stairway by the door. The silhouette of a young
girl leaned over a table, she left two drinks, a flower.
I was yearning to speak of past love as if I were
an old man.

In my dream I was an Italian woman. My lover's name was
Egrit. As if a tradition we climbed to the highest bridge in
Italy. I carved Egrit Egrit Egrit Egrit Egrit Egrit Egrit Egrit
into the wooden slats with a penknife. I was sure I would fall.

A man who was a father, neither of ours, took us into a snow
tunnel. We were doing what he called night fishing. He said,
press your hand to the snow floor you can feel the fishes moving
beneath the surface. I was sure we would be killed, crushed by
soft cold snow.

Good morning

2010-05-13T11:26:00.000-04:00

2010-05-13T11:24:00.000-04:00

Back from the dead internetz

2010-05-10T23:59:00.002-04:00

Tribe of my tribe

2010-03-24T17:49:00.005-04:00

Esselen hands

While almost every culture that practiced rock art used the hand as a motif, the handprints left by the Esselen in a few remote caves hidden deep in the wilderness of the Los Padres National Forest of central Monterey County are among the most unusual. When you study the Esselen handprints, you begin to realize that they are not just casually smeared on the cave walls, nor are they simple, crudely-drawn figures. Rather, they were very carefully painted--the unique signatures of the individuals who painted them."

The "idea" for the use of the hand as a primary motif in rock art within northern Esselen territory most likely originated with a towering sandstone formation located less than a half mile from the main cave. This spectacular formation rises two or three hundred feet above the valley floor, and can be seen from much of the valley. The rock formation has the overall shape of the human hand, with a series of vertical grooves weathered into the sandstone defining the fingers.
.Prehistory

Criss X cross † confession ∆

2010-03-23T18:16:00.004-04:00

You are my father and I realize it is from you I learned how to sit with a man, how to lean into. Criss-crossed arms in front of me in my cut-out blouse I was wearing while awake. In a rowboat with no oars, under the BQE overlooking a flooded Coney Island or something like it. The lit-up arm of an oscillating carnival ride, dipping in and out of the water like the beak of a toy bird. It looked alive. We couldn't remember the disaster and you shielded the naked front of you: a memory burned in my brain of my brother from behind in the shower when we lived in Hawaii. The Big Island. I keep thinking, Have I written this before? In the backyard with the tall tall grass, so tall I thought it was a different world, a different jungle. Grasshoppers the size of my baby hand. The rashes on my shins from the tiny cutting fibers of the grass. Grashes. I remember running up the stairs. But this has nothing to do with the dream. I keep thinking, When will I stop dreaming these dreams? When will the dream of you stop bleeding into the dream of him? When will I stop thinking of you like my father?

Fun cute weirdos at fashion week

2010-03-23T01:07:00.005-04:00

Tommy Ton
The second one: Laura?

Beltane

2010-03-23T01:06:00.001-04:00

The celebration of May 1st, or Beltane is one of the most important festivals the year. The word Beltane literally means, "shining fire." This is one of the most exciting festivals of the Wheel of the year. It is also one of the only holidays that is usually celebrated in the light of day.

The collecting of spring flowers is one of the popular customs of this day. For thousands of years, people would go into the fields to collect the pretty flowers and exchange them. Towns people would often proceed through the village streets putting flowers on all the houses and buildings. People inside the homes would offer them wonderful food and goodies to eat as sort of a spring version of "trick or treat."

Another benchmark tradition of this holiday is the Maypole. In tradition, a fir was used. The young, unwed men would go to the forest and return with the tree that would be fashioned into the pole. The pole was brought to the center of the village to be guarded through the night until the first day of May. On that day, the people would come and dance around the maypole clockwise to bring fertility and good luck. Later, brightly colored ribbons were woven around the pole by the dancers as they wove around eachother. This symbolizes the balance of masculine and feminine energies and the duality of life. The ribbons would then be removed and kept in a safe place to be burned in the Beltane fires of next year. This action represents the old dying to give birth to the new.

Fertility is a central theme of Beltane. The people lived in close connection with the Earth. To have food to eat, the crops and the beasts of the fields would have to be fertile. In the time of the ancients, this was a life and death matter. For this reason, we have a number of holidays and rituals that are connected with fertility. The maypole is connected to this theme by way of the view point of it being a phallic symbol.

Another fertility representation is the custom of jumping the cauldron. Couples wishing to conceive children will jump the cauldron together. Fertility of all areas of life are invoked during this holiday as well as sexual fertility. This is the day for Wiccans to laugh and banter about having the most joyous of times!

Springy

2010-03-23T00:54:00.002-04:00

I wanna do aizome shibori!

.Ito de
I filled a bag full of ugly clothes today and bought 'em. Crop top city.
My wife bought me these shorts.

Thanks, wifey.

Little cupped hand

2010-03-04T20:00:00.002-05:00

Where are our ducklings, why do they go astray?
Kiss me like a sister. Braid me into you.
Let me cup you in my cupped hand; quiet as a cup.
Three mattresses, side-by-side, me and my wife in the middle,
a sockless foot.

You've never seen so many blankets. You're like a dream,
you're threadbare.
Rocking, rocking, rocking.

Soon we'll be safe.

Some things to look forward to

2010-02-21T17:59:00.007-05:00

Quickening Moon, Hunger Moon,
Chaste Moon, Ice Moon
Sunday February 28th 11:38 a.m.

Rose quartz, amethyst, jasper;
Rowan, Myrtle;
Brighid, Aphrodite, Juno, Mars;
Hyssop, sage, myrrh;
Fire.

This is a month when new life is beginning, but still lies dormant. Pregnant animals, due in the spring, begin to feel the quickening of their unborn young. The earth itself is quickening, as seeds and bulbs far beneath the soil begin their journey towards the light. We know these things are coming -- and we know also that this is a good month to make plans for the future. We can dream and hope, and set goals for ourselves. Accept responsibility for mistakes you've made in the past, and move on. Magical workings this month should focus on personal achievements and advancement.

Brighid's Cross (Aunty Vanya)

Well of Brighid

Ostara/Spring Equinox
Saturday March 20th

Dairy, nuts, pumpkin, sunflower, pine, flower, sprout;
Daffodil, jonquils, woodruff, violet, gorse, olive, peony, iris, narcissus;
Jasmine, rose, strawberry;
Jasper.

Blessed be!

Beltane/May Day
Saturday May 1st

It's gotta be ok to get naked in Prospect Park if it's a holiday, right?!

May baskets;
Chalice;
Honey, oats, milk;
Antler;
Cherries, mango, pomegranate, peach.
Sword, lance, arrow.

Badger face

2010-02-21T17:58:00.000-05:00

Let's go shopping!

2010-02-06T16:33:00.002-05:00

All of Bobby's girlfriends, all of my boyfriends AND my wife will be there

2010-02-06T16:19:00.003-05:00

Super Bowl Stuperbowl party jam menu:

~ A trio of chicken wings: Buffalo, tebasaki, deviled.
~ Hot spinach dip
~ Swedish meatballs with lingonberry preserves
~ Chipotle deviled eggs
~ Puff pastry pigs in a planket
~ Olive tapenade
~ Should I make sausage balls? Two kinds of balls?

I also need to find some chairs. And get some balloons. Football-shaped shrimp cocktail? Clean the house. Get out of bed.

I really like this white pencil. Whur's my pincil?!

Totem Animal Badger

2010-01-23T04:37:00.004-05:00

When I was ten my mom's friend Jeannette told me what my spirit animal was via a complicated procedure using spirit animals cards.

Badger symbolises aggressiveness, reliance, self-expression, holding ones own, link to the underworld and the magic and mystery of creation, link to plant and animal spirits, fearlessness, boldness, braveness

The power of the badger lies in is its aggressiveness and the readiness to fight for what it wants. On the flip side, the badger is also about healing - they are the keeper of Earth's healing herbs.

Home run

2010-01-23T04:24:00.003-05:00

I was reminded that the first time we went to Fort Titty last year was in April. Dangerously close. I'm counting down the days! Summer, how I live for you.

2009-12-20T02:23:00.000-05:00

SNOW-BED

Eyes, world-blind, in the fissure of dying: I come,
callous growth in my heart.
I come.

Moon-mirror rock-face. Down.
(Shine spotted with breath. Blood in streaks.
Soul forming clouds, close to the true shape once more.
Ten-finger shadow, clamped.)

Eyes world-blind,
eyes in the fissure of dying,
eyes eyes:

The snow-bed under us both, the snow-bed.
Crystal on crystal,
meshed deep as time, we fall,
we fall and lie there and fall.

And fall:
We were. We are.
We are one flesh with the night.
In the passages, passages.

Paul Celan, Sprachgitter, 1959

Sexy Saturday

2009-12-19T20:53:00.005-05:00

I had a mid-evening dream that I was my father's lover and we were staying in a love hotel in Sweden. I had those grey platform sneakers but they were covered in glitter. I might have been underage. The bellboy told us to go back where we came from. My floor is covered in sequins. Grease paper from sausage balls. Butternut squash residue. I'm still wearing remnants of a magic marker monobrow. Mini ace of spades waterfall glued to my forehead. We were all sparkly and rolling on the floor. Hard cider and egg nog. My goat man had a third eye shaped like a birthday cake. I got a dollar in my stocking.

I'm leaving for California tomorrow. The forecast for my stay ranges from 48 to 65 degrees. Good thing, I need some vitamin d. It's snowing tonight. I heard there is a Pratt party then we go sledding in Fort Greene park. Shit. I gotta clean my house and pack my bag and wash myself and put on my party duck boots.

VLNRBL

2009-12-16T05:37:00.001-05:00

New moon in Sagittarius; Blessed be

2009-12-16T05:12:00.001-05:00

Words of love, names of lovers

2009-12-13T15:06:00.001-05:00

Misty watercolored

2009-11-30T22:03:00.002-05:00

http://loriforty.tumblr.com

Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced

2009-11-30T21:49:00.002-05:00

OMG, baby blog brog bog, so much to tell! I've been in a sex vortex. Redefining the meaning of you. Those are the crampies, heh heh. Come over to my house, it's new! It's amazing! It's fucking freezing in here. Body heater eater. Beat me! Yank on it spank it! There's blooood eeeeverywhere! I can ride a bike, I got two kinds, one takes me over the bridge, it's amazing! I'm lovestoned. Boner knuckle. Speeeew! Pina Colada curry belly. Babyyyyy! Baby! Sugar! I got three new pairs a shoesies. I got a jacket, I got threeee! One of em is furry. I'm in love. I got a new toothbrush because I left one in Philly. I moved things to a hard drive so I can put more shit on my computer. THANKSGIVINGGGGG!!! Four different alcoholic beverages at the same time! I got hammered! I puked and then puked so hard I peed my pants. A munchkin crawled into my bed and I hugged him out of pity and for warmth. Munchy! I'm soooooo liberaaaated! ECSTASY! I got batteries for the keyboard and got garbage bags. I strung up some tea bags and dried roses. Robby dumpstered flowers and mushrooms and 'tatoes. STUFFING!!! I wanna beeee with yoooou eeeeeverywheeere aaaayyoooooooo!

2009-11-13T18:10:00.000-05:00

Heeeeeey interwebz!

☺Photobooth Personalities II; This hot chocolate is cold UGH

2009-10-07T18:14:00.005-04:00

This sweater has ballz!!!

One day I'll be Lil' Kim. Costume.

Circa hecka days: Alex Dyck is my manly beard. You also may remember Alex is my turkey sandwich. ~Chen

*-* [>>>,,...---==='''It broke'''***<<<]===---...,,*-* !!! **
My new house.

Internet cafe. You mean coffee or caaaapppuuuccciiinnnooo????!!!

This was my sister-in-laws kimono. She also gave me coral lipstick that smelled like wilted roses. And this kimono smelled kind of like her China-Flipino-Guamanian skin, kind of like water, like the ocean. She gave them to me to play with, I guess I was like seven years old? I still play with them.

I moved!!!

Chen gave me this beautiful ugly mug!

Channeling mommy.

Fake muscles.

Practicing for Frida costume

I can afforded it.

Monochromaticattack

Darkie happy rainy Summer burger day

Found ya!

I fell off the bar.

Dude

2009-09-27T02:19:00.003-04:00

I feel scared AND excited! WOOOAaaoaoooooaaaHHHHHHHHhhh!HHHH!!!H!H!!!!
Our wedding is still the only thing getting me through this. You truly complete me.

Friends; I'm going to buy some weed

2009-09-26T14:45:00.004-04:00

I am trying to make money and I am trying to give it away to every one. I am tired of this kind of life: giving people my social security number, making copies of my identification. I want to float on a gentle kool breeze. But it is easy to talk about what we want. There is always a method of survival; I am not a naked baby. I wish I was a big strong man but then there would be no use for me as I am. Buck, you're a whole lotta man. Just take a look at those great big hands. You could crush poor me in two but gentle, oh so gentle, are the things you do. I just finished reading the autobiography of Nina Simone. At one point she feels so warm and safe that she compares herself to a handkerchief, soft and folded and tucked into a pocket.

SORTING/FOLDING/"CLEANING"

2009-09-12T16:38:00.004-04:00

So I'm allowed to keep things of sentimental value, right? What if EVERYTHING has sentimental value. Uggggh I'm drowning. Again.

I hope I don't do something stupid like throw away my collection of Sassy magazines like I did when I was 17 and trying to get the fuck out of California. Blast!

What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.

2009-09-12T15:48:00.001-04:00

I love you, bitch.

2009-09-03T17:49:00.002-04:00

Psychedelic & Transformative

2009-09-01T20:12:00.005-04:00

Please come with us!

Blanket

2009-09-01T20:08:00.004-04:00

I feel so alone in the world right now. When La told me she was moving into a one bedroom it hit me really hard. Who the hell am I going to live with? I want to get out of this apartment because it's bad luck. The roaches are like a manifestation of that and they've infiltrated everything. I don't want to live with strangers, I want to have a home. I also don't wanna pay any deposits or fees or shit like that. I want a little piece of the outdoors. I want a pod. I want to be a baby. I want to disappear.

I'm going to move to the beach and sleep under the crusty Scooby Doo rape blanket in a bunker. In the Winter I'll turn into an icicle and then in the Summer I'll thaw out and slip into the ocean. I have too much stuff. I want to start new. Fucking Jupiter in retrograde, suck an egg!

Sinew

2009-09-01T20:07:00.000-04:00

Bad behavior

2009-08-26T15:36:00.001-04:00

2009-08-18T03:35:00.001-04:00

So much water so close to home

Do me everywhere

2009-08-18T03:28:00.002-04:00

How can you even stand yourself?! Sweet good goddamn!

Rolly polly puppy fat

2009-08-17T02:44:00.003-04:00

Like a new woman after my shower, La said I looked like Basic Instinct. Pinot grigio fuckfacery. Ragdollface. Just one of the boys day. Boat rave. No beach weekend. Sushi and salad and a J and trippy. I want to give you something. You give it to everyone.

Beach witch

2009-07-31T20:21:00.003-04:00

I got caught in the rain with cold noodles and beerz. The Mexicans kept bringing Saporros and a little half-Asian girl came and sat next to me while her father was trying to force-feed her rice. I tried to wait it out but it never let up. When I asked for a bag for my book the father said, "So they don't see that you're reading that book." Sly fox.

2009-07-27T01:53:00.001-04:00

I know there's a pack with a couple cigarettes in this fucking room SOMEWHERE!!! I'M GONNA FREAK OOUUUTTT!!!

Also

2009-07-18T00:53:00.001-04:00

I just blogged too much and won this backpack for $1.25

Photobooth personalities; UGH.

2009-07-18T00:13:00.009-04:00

Being a weirdo

Braidy

Crashed my bike again

Trying everything on again clean room

Drunk ass sandwich bitch

Pre booty shorts party booty shorts

Post booty shorts party bruisey bindi hanged over

Tropicalz

Dead

Cinco de Mayo chola costume, nobody even noticed

Mystical

Mystical II (Dark Crystal)

Face paint first day at the beach Summer sun sun satisfied

Flower child costume

Gettin high before work

Fancy costume

Man man man costume

Dirty flat bunz

Brenda Walsh Bev Hills 90210 buttoned to the top costume

Bev Hills 90210 II hat day

Bev Hills 90210 III

Ghost

Jammin

Sequin booty shorts room clean

Wet

Dookus Conway

La's mom costume with original sunglasses

Bondage

Glow sticky it's hot I'm bored I wanna party. Sorry.

2009-07-18T00:11:00.001-04:00

I want to write but I can only do it in my head. It's the whole hand to pen, fingers to keys, paper and ink thing. I just. can't. do. it.

I'm going to pretend like it was forever

2009-07-17T23:49:00.005-04:00

More here.

Harriman State Park BBQ Island tackle football moustache lake 4th of July BONANZA! TOMORROW! SUCK IT!

2009-07-04T00:16:00.002-04:00

Found Big Hill

Double rainbow

2009-06-28T01:05:00.004-04:00

We were in the eye of the storm all day! Look at that sky!

Summer Solstice 6~21

2009-06-28T00:47:00.004-04:00

We put our sorrows, along with midsummer herbs, into a cloth bag and tied it with a red string.

We had a feast.

We burned rose incense and red and yellow candles.
We picked flowers of white, yellow, pink, purple, golden summer colors.

At the end of the meal and ritual I held the bag with both hands and then buried it beneath a tree. It was magical!!!
Blessed be.

Glass Beach 6~17

2009-06-28T00:20:00.007-04:00

This weekend!

2009-06-24T01:07:00.004-04:00

Proteus Gowanus' Mend closing party
Sunday June 24, 2009. 6-8 p.m.
"Our yearlong exploration of mending, fixing, regenerating and recycling is drawing to a close. Please join us for our Summer Closing Party, participate in artist Laure Drogoul's Apparatus for Orchestral Knitting, and watch the Great Unfurling of the fully restored 120 ft American Flag created by artist David Mahfouda and friends." Wine & snacks. 543 Union St, Brooklyn.

ZineFest
June 27 & 28; Saturday & Sunday, 12-7 p.m.
Our very own lovelies of A Wrecked Tangle Press will be there along with other faves, let's go jock 'em. Brooklyn Lyceum 227 4th Avenue, Brooklyn.

...or we could just go to the beach!

I like you

2009-06-23T21:15:00.002-04:00

Meet me by the Maypole

2009-06-21T16:43:00.004-04:00

The Sun God is crowned by the Goddess and for this one day takes his place as her equal. But it is joy tinged with sadness for the Dark Twin is born and grows stronger, even as the Sun King becomes weaker, day by day. The Goddess casts her bouquet on a hilltop fire to add her power to the sun and to pay tribute to him.

Paul Nash, Landscape of the Summer Solstice

If lovin you is wrong

2009-06-19T21:31:00.003-04:00

The bodega around the corner from my house has $1.50 King Cobra forties. They hadn't had them for a while so I begged them and today ALAS! BEER! I'm a happy woman. TGIF.

Bali Shag

2009-06-18T22:48:00.005-04:00

I just made a new shrine dedicated to Glass Beach. I remembered a pink Mexican candle holder in the shape of a skull. I hope when I grow up I can be an altar. I'll be receiving ten peacock feathers and six Guatemalan woven barrettes in the mail soon soooo ninety nine centsss! Look at dem bloody knuckles. I want to braid my hair forever, I want to braid me into you. I wanna feel that good great warm skin warm sun love thing. A golden god, son, sun.

Let me breathe my last breath into your mouth

2009-06-15T14:04:00.004-04:00

ZANG

2009-06-13T15:06:00.004-04:00