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Dont surround yourself with yourself

About Me

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"The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that lonliness far from being a rare and curious phenomenon is the central and inevitable fact of human existence." Thomas Wolfe..

Music:

Interpol, the Doors, Bob Dylan, Stereo Total, Coco Rosie, Sigur Ros, Modest Mouse, The Arcade Fire, The Kinks, Pink Floyd, Led Zepplin, Beatles, The Killers, Rolling Stones, Yeah Yeah Yeah's, Tom Petty, Jimi Hendrix, The Pixies, The Postal Service, The Unicorns, The Black Keyes, Weezer, White Stripes, Creedance Clearwater Revival, Bob Marley,The Shins, Simon and Garfunkel, Hot Hot Heat, The Storkes, Janis Joplin, Neil Yong, Jefferson Airpalne, Cream, Blondie.

Movies:

Singing in the Rain, Clockwork Orange, Rules of Attraction, Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind, the Royal Tennenbaums, Almost Famous, Napolean Dynamite, Pink Floyd The Wall, The Doors, Rebel Without a Cause, Amelie, Fight Club, Requim for a Dream, Pink Floyd The Wall, The Doors, and many more were those came from.

Television:

Nip Tuck, Flavor of Love, STYLE channel.....

Heroes:

My parents, my Oma, my little sister, Betsey Johnson, CoCo chanel, Brenie Maxwell

My Blog

As hard as they try

Fear of the unknown used to feel like home. These are the people of pink martinis. Cosmopolitan...oh please. Neck breaking new plastic. Let the explosive details drain from your ears. ...
Posted by -Tess-ticular-cancer- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Her life as I know it

Her life is now but a smeared glimpse. Years of dedication is just in the midst of it all. Were they really all that shaken when her life was taken? Greed has only blinded them to see the word...
Posted by -Tess-ticular-cancer- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

It's never too early in the morning for anything but mayonaise...

Memories like a bullet in my mind. Making love with his ego, slowly he melts my eyes. Flowing no more, but a reoccuring whore. Dreams of Terrintino frills....
Posted by -Tess-ticular-cancer- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Confusion makes the most sense

Home grown heard over the phone. No snow white she is used to, now only beneath the crashing blue. Cigar smoke filled naval. The pictures are all here. Ash tray stained lungs. She is alright, d...
Posted by -Tess-ticular-cancer- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Problem just the same...

In this ankle deep, how quickly this sand drowns me. Meaning never lost, but still not found. These black strands remain, the person successively changed. Wallpaper pealed, wandering soul revealed....
Posted by -Tess-ticular-cancer- on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST