February 2012
31 posts
Watchjesuisperdu:
bodega:
“Beautiful Rebels”
Ryan McGinley x Edun
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Lately I've felt increasingly like a wallflower.
‘Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it ‘Chops’ because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his...
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WatchThe Lightbulb Above My Head Which Keeps Me Awake At Night.
An older example of my poetry, spoken-word with video element inspired by a Lauri Faggioni and Conor Oberst collaboration.
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‘It’s not a movie
No private screening This method acting Well, I call it living It’s like a fountain A door has opened We have a problem With no solution but to love And to be loved So I’ve made peace with the fallen leaves I see their same fate in my own body But I won’t be frightened when I’m awoken from this dream And return to that which gave birth to...
to evidence my previous statement...
‘Here is a scale. Weigh it out and you’ll find, easily, more than sufficient doubt that these colors, you see were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty. They are smeared and these blurs come in random order and they color the eyes of your former lovers. Hers were green like July, except when she cried they were red. Now I know a disease that...
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January 2012
30 posts
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Untitled and Unused;
Half sliding, half oozing I watch the clouds collide; and weep, for postponing the race for selective serotonin. Hell, it hung itself…
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Apologies for the influx of posts....
I’ve just deleted facebook in favour of twitter and tumblr, I guess I just felt bad starting a new blog with no content; hence the abundance of posts detailing what I’ve been up to as of late. To say sorry, have some pretty words from Bret Eastern Ellis;
‘disappear here
the syringe fills with blood. you’re a beautiful boy and that’s all that matters. wonder if he’s for sale....
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