Connected.





by Ignacio Lozano.

Playlist of today.

Lightspeed Champion - Everyone I Know Is Listening To Crunk.
Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross - My Mistake (Was To Love You).
Alice In Wonderland Soundtrack - All In The Golden Afternoon.
Pogo - Alice.
Ratatat - Wildcat / Loud Pipes / Seventeen Years / El Pico.
Sophia Somajo - Fighters.
Gloria Gaynor - I Am What I Am.
Depeche Mode - Wrong.
Armand Van Helden - NYC Beats.
Jeremy Irons - Be Prepared. (Lion King Soundtrack).
Maia Hirasawa - You And Me And Everyone We Know.
Pretty Girls Make Graves - Sad Girls Por Vida.
Fox N' Wolf - Claws Against Knives. (Todd Terje Remix)
Prodigy feat. Ping Pong Bitches - Girls.
Outkast - Idlewild Blues.
Rilo Kiley - The Absence Of God.
Salt N Pepa - Push It.
Wicked (The Musical) Soundtrack - Defying Gravity.
Cats (The Musical) Soundtrack - Jellicle Songs For Jellicle Cats.
Jenny Wilson - Let My Shoes Lead Me Forward.
Jackson Five - Blame It On The Boogie.
Diana Ross - Ain't No Mountain High Enough.
Cansei De Ser Sexy - Superafim.
Belle Biv DeVoe - Poison.
Aretha Franklin - Son Of A Preacher Man.
50 Cent feat. Nate Dogg - 21 Questions. (Yeah, I just like it, okay.)


Only because Space Is The Place. (Picture from Hubble.)

Note to self.


Dark Stuff







By Tim Noble and Sue Webster.
Made from garbage and (unfortunately animal bodies.)

There is a god.




And he just answered my prayers.
These bracelets must be the best thing since sliced bread.
Now I know what I want for my birthday.

Can be bought at Firma.

Mountain Goat.


A quite majestic animal.
I agree with my friend, it does look like it is supposed to stand on its hind legs.
It looks like a creature in greek mythology.

Sloth bear.


Speaking of buttons.


Coraline, not Caroline.



Me and Oscar saw the movie Coraline.
I have seen it once more after we saw it together, though.
Anyhow. I strongly recommend the movie to anyone.
It is better than you think.

Down below is two pages from the real graphic novel Coraline by Neil Gaiman.
 


Woulda, coulda, shouldn't. (= won't)

The worst part is that I would have liked you.
But if I let you go, I let you go.

What you do not understand is every time I see you,
it is the same as looking into her eyes.
I see her betrayal and I see her win.
And every time I see you, everything flashes in front of my eyes.
That is why I let you go.
It is not you, it is her. (but yes, that means it was you too.)

Not that it matters now, it is simply my explanation.
For myself, because I never knew why I was so stubborn.
Until I looked into myself and everything fell together.

You are Nothing than the stench of lies and deceit.
And I hope you realize before everybody else does.

Drowning.


By James Cooper.

Cephalerotica.






______

Two days after Siesta 08. Me by me. Edited by me.

Malmö streets.


From 07 or 08. Me by Frida Ardby, edited by me.

Various.





If we can not do it, then vem fan kan?

redlips.



Hate on me, as much as you want to.
You can't do, what the fuck I do.

Me, Autumn 08. By me.

Summer 08.


My brother and my auntie's dog. By me.

Cannot get over these.


Christian Louboutin for Rodarte.
Killer heels that might actually kill you. Gots to love that.
This whole collection is astonishing.

She does not know.

.. Why the letters that spells his name suddenly feels everglowing.
.. Why she suddenly wants to know him, even though she has never seen him before.
.. How he can feel present, when she knows he is as passing as a summer breeze.

So he is gone and she is down there.
And I bet he is just fine.

But she has come to cope with being in re-bound world.
It was quite lonely there though.

She wishes him to be onesided and illusional.
But what is there if it was not the thrill of him not being so?
Probably a whole lot, yet not enough.

She is tired of being blank.
Mostly, she is sick of being tired.

INDIFFERENT INDIFFERENT INDIFFERENT.
They do not need to speak, just stop her from shaking.
Her intentions might be selfish but they are never bad.

shedoesnotknowhedoesn'tshowshsshhddssnttknnw.
Like lost pieces of the almost finished puzzle.
Scattered Scrabble letters.

So you can shake her words up.
Twist and turn them, and spin them around.
It does not matter when they are lost anyhow.

Every day is a different mess.
Another unfortunate decision for momentary bliss.

Her mind is her cage, where she sits like a pet rabbit.
Casually gnawing the corners, hoping for escape.
But still trapped in the unpleasantness that is her norm.
When she is there she does not know who she is.
Maybe some day she will break free.
Snear someone in, who can let her loose.

So here her words ends like they begun.
  .y h w    w o n k    t o n     s e o d     e h S
And that is how she will keep it, until it changes.

Getting this.


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