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ivyfaye

I am here for Friends

About Me


my favorite color is yellow.
some say i'm an old soul.
21st century with 60s ideals.
LA at heart.
busy bee.
trapped in suburban prison.
everything at my own pace.
(definite) aporia.
hamburgerface.
marjetica potrc.
two-channel projections.
freeways.
mediterranean cuisine.
not quite.
earthworks.
muse.
pushpin destinations
i suffer from slackerism.
situationist international.
geodesic hotness.
dreamscapes.
t-shirts are my fave.
olafur eliasson.
elsewhere, anywhere.
modes of production.
the limit does not exist.
urban infrastructure.
the grey area.
windows down.
period buddy.
& babe in crime!
i prefer sneakers.
www.laconservancy.org
environmental sustainablity.
ironic luxe fantasies.
gessoed panels.
(slick & smooth).
OVERDUE HIATUS.
yawns are contagious.
fastword 3 years, please.
taco tuesdays,
sushisushisushi
, soontofu.
yes, i throw tantrums,
& everyone calls me grandma.
"i can't drive a car, but let me fly a spaceship.
so in response to such,
i will not donate my body to science.
i was in my bathtub the other day
wishing for it to be bigger,
looked up
& i was in the entire solar system."

My Interests

sunflowers & chapstick.
la gastronomie
jewelry.
french & spanish.
fatties.
jade
(green) tea
candles
multi-culture

i think we're in a
second-wave SI movement.
talk to me about environmental
interventions, art + science,
post-industrialism, in & out of
the white box; and the "end of art"
or not? you tell me...

I'd like to meet:


someone to play taboo with me.
my alter ego.
& fresh folks.

Music:

MHD.
anticon!
the mars volta.
radiohead
the books.
BJORK (always_).

fresh beats.
sick beats.
hip hop!
progressive
glitch
jazzy
soulful
house!
funk[y]
rhythm
& blues.

i'm a fan.

everything that
pLo shares with me.
thank you much.

Movies:

fantasy, sci-fi geek.

Television:

it varies.

Books:

the philosophy of andy warhol.
white oleander.
siddartha!

Heroes:

my mother

My Blog

goodtogo

2008.eye have -- the most admirable mother;an unconditional family;a good batch of friends;a truly amazing boyfriend;these last few years' worth of growing;sensibility;the desire to work on my flaws;t...
Posted by ivyfaye on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 12:20:00 PST

where i begin

i imagine an elsewherefar from this familiar..a routine that doesn't tug at my conscience/no longer waking up & feeling that i shouldn't be here. i hope foran elsewhere that isn'tit's an uncanny fear ...
Posted by ivyfaye on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:57:00 PST

LA, I’M COMING HOME!

i am more than happy to say that i'm moving back home to LA :)i'm so relieved to be leaving irvine's awful atmosphere..commute for school will be such a bitch, but it's something i'm willing to put up...
Posted by ivyfaye on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 01:29:00 PST

couldnt be, then who?

i stumbled across --dusty & not so old. i would dare not speak its past.just as had to, curiosity made medo it / i stole a glance ..they numbered morethan i remembered.these days i don'tremember much....
Posted by ivyfaye on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 01:09:00 PST

what is [in]satiable.

dry cracks inmy skin,while i glimpse overthe meaningof 3 words.it comes in waves,in regardsto [what she talks of]'fleeting moments'.am i?[you] are,& You ain't.i'm thinkingof moments, passed,(with this...
Posted by ivyfaye on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 01:17:00 PST

i don't mind loving you (still).

am.6:30try, failed.6:557:007:44i can't wake up anymore.progress stopped short.i can't dust myself off.9:05not yet disentangled.1:5417% battery left.nicely dressed& curled lashes.muted by my empty expr...
Posted by ivyfaye on Fri, 19 May 2006 11:00:00 PST

[it all started] by [m. kosearas]

"tired's the wrong word for it"there is not a word for itwhen you stand at the bottom of the hillsurrounded by all sidesand after the lullaby of hushing windsyou see them start to materializeslowly on...
Posted by ivyfaye on Tue, 16 May 2006 01:49:00 PST

phases.

trying to find a neatly trimmed home.in and out.proximity is fleeting.
Posted by ivyfaye on Wed, 03 May 2006 06:05:00 PST

scratch, scratch!

i caught insomnia while fishing for ideas.i can only stare at a blank paper.cliche! cliche! cliche!even my words.next toover underit screams.obesity is choking me.bike up your slump, champ!patter...
Posted by ivyfaye on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST