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About Me


"Childhood, adults always say, is the happiest time in life.
But as long as he could remember, Jack Fairy knew better.
Until one mysterious day,
when Jack would discover that
somewhere there were others quite like him,
singled out for a great gift.
And one day...the whole
stinking world would be theirs"
.velvet goldmine.

home~

..

My Interests


cave dwellers.calluses.loud zippers.
fine point pens.bringing back the mix tape.

"Caught in the storm,
The ship of my life
is battered by waves And blown around
by the winds of desire. Where can I find rest?
The Breath rises in me, The sweet Breath,
the Breath of the heart. The sacred breath leads me in.
The winds begin to die down
And the waters calm.
I am released into refuge in the Harbour of the Name".

.krishna das.

"the very purpose of existence
is to reconcile the glowing opinion
we hold of ourselves with the appalling
things that other people think"
.quentin crisp.

.r.

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I'd like to meet:


my dad again.

a thom browne suit that
miraculously falls out of the sky
and into my hands.but until then...

warriors.
proud queers.
non-conforming gender rebels.
humble introverts.humble extroverts.

and unicorns,of course.

"grateful" .patti smith.

"Ours is just another skin That simply slips away You can rise above it It will shed easily
It all will come out fine I've learned it line by line One common wire One silver thread All that you desire Rolls on ahead
Like a ship in a bottle Held up to the sun Sails ain't going nowhere You can count every one Until it crashes unto the earth And simply slips away You can hide in the open Or just disappear
Ours is just a craving And a twist of the wrist Will undo the stopper
With abrupt tenderness Die little sparrow And awake Singing
It all will come out fine I've learned it line by line One common wire One silver thread All that you desire Rolls on ahead"

Music:


Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between
the notes and curl my back to loneliness. .maya angelou.

Movies:



bent.henry fool.
the eyes of tammy faye.
mind the gap.shortbus.
devil's playground. gattaca.
one flew over the cuckoo's nest.
final cut.basquiat.last night.gypsy 83...

Television:


before the food network...bon appetit!

julia child with her collaborator simone beck.

Books:



francesca lia block. kate bornstein. hans christian andersen.

"With his manual typewriter outside a downtown Manhattan supermarket, William Chrome forges poems on the spot from bystanders' requests, sentiments and dares. He does it for the creative challenge, plus the donations."In his carbon-copied pages is a mental panorama of New York, or anywhere. Write me a poem to honour Jesus. Eulogize my dog. Celebrate my grandmother's birthday. Win back my girlfriend."

jennifer peltz,associated press.

Heroes:


my gram

my fantastical sister

ladies,gentlemen and you deviant queers, the fabulous DEE FINLEY!

my boy emiry doing the tug of war pull with a fire truck for a fundraiser.

healers.fighters.lovers.family.family of choice.
people who remind me to sift through the grit.

My Blog

vacancy.

sifting through the memoriestears become stiff, eyes tremble and limbs feellike burnt kindling.rewind. a frantic fear of lost imagesi can not reclaim.i remember the sound of that machinebuzzing throug...
Posted by breakingblue on Wed, 14 May 2008 10:54:00 PST

windows and ash

a visual mix.thanks for watching! ...
Posted by breakingblue on Mon, 12 May 2008 10:03:00 PST

granite.

your tombstone reads "brian thomas magee." you have a guitar etched in it and there are always tiny trinkets left visiting you whenever i come to see you.the soil that seperates us is thin. i can almo...
Posted by breakingblue on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 09:19:00 PST

In search of Thom Browne.

So yes, my boy crush.And I'm still patientlywaiting for a Thom Brownesuit to fall out of the sky. ...
Posted by breakingblue on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 09:09:00 PST

filter.

i will quietly slip slowly back towards the dark corner.the speakers pound through our bloodand sweat drips from the bodies movinglike i remember.my feet become wet cement though.the wild flowers over...
Posted by breakingblue on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 04:21:00 PST

high density...

i will always love this song. and i will always want to run as fast as i can and jump and fly."born slippy".underworld. ...
Posted by breakingblue on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 08:51:00 PST

when i need to cry.

shows need to end at some point and the finale to this show that gave me less fear about death, was just beautiful. ...
Posted by breakingblue on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 08:10:00 PST

the intrusion.

my feet melted into the earthand i almost forgot you.but the ground couldn't hold meand i was able to flyand to take with me the memoriesthat hold my soul together....
Posted by breakingblue on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 08:35:00 PST

the curse.

it is a demon that likes to seduce us into an intimate dance.it is hard to refuse,for some of us.the blood rushes and we feel honoredand obligated.the waltz.in the beginning it is beautiful.and then a...
Posted by breakingblue on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 07:45:00 PST

patti smith.

i shot this video off of my camera at the opening for her last album "twelve" at the hiro in nyc. it's a little shaky but still is as beautiful as she. the last three minutes ravish my heart. ...
Posted by breakingblue on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 10:41:00 PST