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About Me

Tomorrow I’ll be kidnapping you and we will be playing in the grass all day, taking a 40 minute drive to even get to the grass on which we’re going to play. No words are spoken. We will take off our clothes and I’ll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine as rivulets of lustrous desire trickle earthward through your core. The sweetest decline draws near so why not steal the honey from those bees that fly so haphazardly overhead with their baskets of syrupy merryment... Subconsciously criminal, we swill our whiskey gold as songs of Tom Waits ricochet through our essentially emptied carcasses. The world keeps revolving at a disorientating pace, clouding what was our minds further as we drift up into the stratosphere. Swindled out of reason and sanity, we were never part of this wild reality.
i like skinning frogs and shoving them up peoples taps and romance between inanimate objects makes me leak from my eyeballs everytime. formaldehyde is a passion.
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The Secret Reality of Dreams..

Did you hear the news about Edward?
On the back of his head he had another face
Was it a woman’s face or a young girl?
They said to remove it would kill him
So poor Edward was doomed
The face could laugh and cry
It was his devil twin
And at night she spoke to him
Things heard only in hell
But they were impossible to separate
Chained together for life
Finally the bell tolled his doom
He took a suite of rooms
And hung himself and her from the balcony irons
Some still believe he was freed from her
But I knew her too well
I say she drove him to suicide
And took poor Edward to hell
- 'Poor Edward', Tom Waits
based on the 19th century man Edward Mordrake
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Mordrake

Tea-Related Tragedy

(basically inane shit and fetishes)

I'd like to meet:


someone who is actually nice. someone who stops and realises the detail. a daffodil child =]

Georges Bataille: "Thus a love life started between the girl and myself, and it was so intimate and so intense that we could hardly let a week go by without meeting. And yet we virtually never talked about it. I realized that her feelings at seeing me were the same as mine at seeing her, but I found it difficult to have things out. I remember that one day, when we were in a car tooling along at top speed, we crashed into a cyclist, an apparently very young and very pretty girl. Her head was almost totally ripped off by the wheels. For a long time, we were parked a few yards beyond without getting out, fully absorbed in the sight of the corpse. The horror and despair at so much bloody flesh, nauseating in part, and in part very beautiful, was fairly equivalent to our usual impression upon seeing one another."

* *bohemians of the world unite* *
Andy Warhol's Frankenstein:

Music:

loves me longtime. i'd write some bands but that would take too long so here are some youtube videos..

Movies:

are an extension of life

PAN'S LABYRINTH

LEON.. I challenge you to not like that film.

NATURAL BORN KILLERS
plus there are manymanymanymanymanymorrrre.....

Books:

are generally quite arousing.

"I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her–after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave gray eyes more vacant than ever–for all the world a little patient still in the confusion of a drug after a major operation)–and the tenderness would deepen to shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again–and “oh, no,” Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure–all would be shattered."
- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

"No place for you but a room padded soft as the room you first knew of, where you can dream and float, float and dream, till at last you actually are back among those great originals and there's no point in any dreams at all."
- Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams
i read constantly..

Heroes:


Daisy (aka moomin/pervy glow worm): the samwise to my frodo, the colin to my dickon, the burns to my smithers and the pinkie to my brain. daisy is in love with me and stays up the whole night staring at me until she fake sleeps when she sees me stirring in the morning so that i'll wet willy her and she can do faux outrage♥

Concetta (aka the rapist): she rapes, beats and pillages to earn whats dear to her. her family prefer me and plan to soon replace her with me and i shall keep Fabian in my cupboard. she loves it when i bite her nose and always tells me i'm amazing and that her life will be complete when she can finally be as cool as me. she generally just uses me for the incredible sex ♥
THIS PIGEON:

0wn3d.
otherrrs:
Freddie Mercury. Liza Minelli. Joe Strummer. Leonard Cohen. Brody Dalle. Judy Garland. Diane Arbus. Tim Burton. Helena Bonham Carter. Regina Spektor. Marc Bolan. Stephen Fry. Billy Corgan. Napoleon Dynamite. Robin Williams. Dita von Teese. Cynthia Pell. PADDY KITTEN =] and miscellaneous other fictional characters that i fell in love with.. *sigh* and all those audacious middle-aged bohemians who smoke sheesha, sell an array of goods made out of hemp and don't wash their hair because they never sold out!!

marrrrrlene dietrich

Mama.

My Blog

burnBushburn.

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Posted by who killed tanya on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 02:29:00 PST

Freedom, Revolt, and Love.

They caught them.They were sitting at a table in the kitchen.It was early.They had on bathrobes.They were drinking coffee and smiling.She had one of his cigarillos in her fingers.She had her legs tuck...
Posted by who killed tanya on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 10:27:00 PST

this morning at 2am i butchered..

My hair ^_^ (again) so i took piccatures today so that we can collectively laugh jovially at my lacerated locks!!   'lolz'...
Posted by who killed tanya on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 09:44:00 PST

ham-flinging

hahahaha my brother was just flinging ham at the kitchen door windows so it was sticking and my cat was charging at the door licking the ham off. as a veggie i was part offended, but the ove...
Posted by who killed tanya on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 09:31:00 PST