untitled (pending incomplete). jain '06
by alex grey
"the only constant is change"
my gypsy nature
time travel
the multi-dimensional.
the chaos
the sorrow
the peace
the chaos
self-diciplin
physical combat
daggers
sword play
playing with hair
cutting hair
finger painting hair
canvas
oil paint
weeks in solitude
roaming the city
palm reading
tarot
dissatisfaction
disillusions
the occult
tears
the blossom of a tulip
cherry blossoms one day in japan
the new
much used
tea cups
collecting junk
subways
mountain climbing
stretching the flexability of my body off large edged surfaces
xtream biking
boxing
bloody combat
martial arts films
my hot, sweaty, welder boy
mothers who have no children of their own
escaping this life by means of oxygen
BDSM
shoe fetishist
belly dance
bon fires
dreadlocks
silver jewlery
tam tams
anthropology
mi famiglia
master me
being a vegetarian
soup
i dance for the sky and live for the trees.
i am not human.
i was sent here to obey and disobey.
carolee schneeman. college was good for somethin'.
chantal menard. most beautiful creature, ever!
if she were my mother, we'd commit incest. dita von teese
tool. and a song that played when i was 4 that i never heard outside my head. it had something about a bridge or an alley. i was not your average child.
TANK GIRL!
the matrix.
boondock saints.
i've watched these 3 all day for days at a time
i'd much rather watch the screens of my mind, the fight channel or the fashion network. IFC is chill too.
if numbers be words then i read the universe; your soul; your eyes; your shoulders, the tales in which i find between the pages of second hand books. my favourite place- used book stores. my, i've never told anyone that.
the compassionate lust inhabiting my soul
rebeca
promethea
my family of women. if we'd start a burlesque troop, we'd sell out every night for as long as we'd perform.