let us take a sack of spray paint and spray paint over the paintings
let us dance through Paris
climb over bricks
break the windows of the Louvre
kiss in its shadows
scroll manifestos over its canvasses
write morse code on the sculptures
roll a sleeping bag on the floors to sleep inside of
tell one another a story by flashlight
bury eachother in the other
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I had a dream last night that I was cursed by a demon with these two black coins that would ruin me. The only way I could get rid of them is by getting someone to buy them off me. And I did! I gave them a man in exchange for a random fuzzy thing he had for sale. I felt so guilty. How could I do that? Am I a bad person that I would knowingly hurt ( Read more... )

I think I may have stumbled on something ( Read more... )

Oh, how I love icons. So very pretty. I had been going to this one place, bella_sol , for my fix, which has very pretty icons indeed, but THEN.

I have found the holy grail of awesome icons!

iconomicon  has funny icons, cool icons, pretty icons, batman, obama, the muppets, sex, witty wordplay, EVERYTHING.

I've taken like a billion.

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Am I the only one who gets too creeped out by The Black Angel's Death Song to listen to the whole thing?

Uuuugh it's not good. Okay! 20 seconds left. I can do this. *shudder*

I did it!

What is this feeling? The silent pressure on your shoulders and forehead after a bad experience that lingers even after it's resolved or you aren't even thinking about it any more. I suppose that's regret. It clings even when it shouldn't. FUCK UP sharpied on your frontal lobe that refuses to wash away ( Read more... )

Pirate Song

So I've never really had an urge to post until now. I feel bad making friends on the pen-pal thing and seeing all of their wonderful lives and artwork and colors with exposing anything myself. It's a little unfair advantage in the friend-game, don't you think?

Well so I have been the happiest I've ever been this year. I really have. My social ( Read more... )