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Apricot tea.

We painted ourselves like savages.

About Me

Kelsey is my name.

My pacificism is an instinctive feeling
A feeling that possesses me because the murder of people
is disgusting.
My attitude is not derived from any intellectual theory
but is based on my deepest antipathy to every kind of
cruelty and hatred.

-Albert Einstein

My Interests



Travelling.
Travelling.
Travelling.
San Francisco.
Wine.
Chocolate.
Erotica.
Italy.
Peter Gasser.
African/Polynesian tribes
Helmut Newton.
David Shrigley.
The body's beauty.
The mind.
Coupons.
Animal instincts.
Frottage.
Drag.
Nude Photographia/Art.
1800's.
French Vogue.
Ancient African Rituals.
Day of the dead.
Shrunken heads.
Day dreaming.
Birds.
Lionel.
Silly Dances.
Silly Songs.
Bare feet.
Painted Bodies.
Individuality.
Sincerity.
Admiration.
World Peace.
The unknown.
Inner beauty.
Albert Einstein.
Architecture.
Nature.
Sexuality.
Snow flakes.
Pompous noses.
Crooked smiles.
Laughter.
The Stars.
Fog.
A lifetime of happiness.

I'd like to meet:


A Dreamer.

+
The man with the moustache.

Salvador Dali.

..

Music:



Cat Power.
Joanna Newsom.
Blonde redhead.
Tony Bennett.
Dean Martin.
Nouvelle Vague.
The Flaming lips.
The Pixies.
The Talking Heads.
Ryan Adams.
Damien Rice.
Apocalyptica.
Sigur-Ros.
The Smiths
Chopin.
Nina Simone.
Sammy Davis Jr.
Clap your hands say yeah.
Ben folds.
Patrick Wolf.
Denali.
Isis.
Rogue Wave.
CocoRosie.
John Mayer.
Duran Duran.
Elliot Smith.brBlack Wire.
Black Keys, The
Converge.
Janis Joplin.

Movies:

V For Vandetta.
Sin Cities.
Closer.
13 going on 30.

Television:

Heroes.
Six Feet Under.

Books:

Erotica.
Discover Magazine.

Heroes:


Salvador. .

My Blog

To feel.

Perfect, Sublime. Delicious. Words fled through my brian, each unwilling to stay, but flickering once, in a brilliant neon, trying to describe the sensations I was feeling. Incredible. I held on ...
Posted by Apricot tea. on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 04:31:00 PST

The Apeman.

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Posted by Apricot tea. on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 04:22:00 PST

Friday. Saturday.

The holiday. Erotica & Auguten burroughs. Dusty tasting carime Italian wine. Night of 3 old familiar faces in a stuffy basement. *sigh Shitty roll out. Bitchin back. Breakfast at denny's...
Posted by Apricot tea. on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 05:13:00 PST

The thing is...

The thing is&&  ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> I'd like to know what makes you smile. I'd like to know what makes you sad. I'd like to know all your sec...
Posted by Apricot tea. on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 08:29:00 PST