Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Little Feat.
Runnin' down the street yelling at the top of his lungs
All I want in this life of mine is some good clean fun.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Wind With the Gone.
Chapter one.
SCARLETT O'HARA was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were. In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features of her mother, a Coast aristocrat of French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends. Above them, her thick black brows slanted upward, cutting a startling oblique line in her
magnolia-white skin--that skin so prized by Southern women and so carefully guarded with bonnets, veils and mittens against hot Georgia suns.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Aint it though
It's interesting how everyone's brains hear different sounds, see different images, and feel different feelings. Ie: CocoRosie, Requiem for a Dream, Quentin Tarantino. That's me. I think it's art. Someone else thinks it's noise, nonsensical, bizarre. I guess that's what makes being different so wonderful. Embrace the unique, embrace the difference. Keep yourself YOURself. There's only one you, it might as well be you.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
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