oh lovelies

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Sasha Invol2ver Launch Party@MOS, London

Love me or Die


I put this on my other site but like it so much I'm adding it here.







I recommend listening to Sasha and Digweed: Age of Love or Dj Sasha Coma while reading this.






I am going to kill myself if you don't love me so fuck off the comb dropped ---- won't love me anymore he'll ...... ........ more ................not a sssssssssssss so KILL ME already KILL me I dropped my comb so KILL me KILL me KILL me please H please H please H please H he will love me or I will kill myself or him or her or all 3 of us ha! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! holy trinity? ??????????????????????? hehe he will love me or I will commit suicide







love me or I will kill myself if I don't get him I will commit suicide commit suicide I will fucking commit suicide I will commit suicide I will commit suicide dropped my Venus comb comb turns into a tomb you will love me or I will die the day of day of day of day of day of day of tell yourself that keep telling yourself that flowers flowers please don't make me hang myself HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH don't make me do it HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH don't make me hang myself he will love me or I will die he will love me or I will die he will love me or I will die jump over the broom clean my room clean my room again again he will love me or I will die he will love me or I will die roses have thorns and have pricked me pricked me I will cut myself open with it bleed in a Paris tub a bath of rose petals a bath he he he he he will love me or I will die I am in white oh lovely white oh don't make me commit suicide I dropped my comb jumped over a broom she did it on that day then I was stung she did it on that day then I dropped a comb he will love me or I will die don't make me do it oh cleaned my room jumped over the broom the bride and the groom so white so moonly white so white don't be afraid nothing, nothing, nothing will jump out he will love me or I will die oh moon, moon a la pink and oh it was white, when it was it was white, so white, so white..............


and it flew so gently in that wind I jumped over the broom but you know it got red oh too red you shouldn't have made it that way you shouldn't have..........


her dress was pink so sad she had to lose her head dress was pink so sad he drove too carelessly oh that white when it was it was white snow white.......


and her dress was pink but the skull was white the dress was pink her hair was white.......

oh luna! what are they afraid of? why do you twist us this way.....why do you?

oh when it was, white light shiny.......dress was pink so sad she had to lose her head.....all cause of her silly boyfriend........


a la pink....a la white........that I'm on this broom tonight! and her was white, it was white......the H was pink but her hair was white.......I'm on this broom tonight oh so light.....the sky light........

Friday, May 28, 2010


Memphis Minnie




One of her songs Hoodoo Lady


........ what can I say? Only now did I discover her........the beginnings of rock and roll? The Southern United States is a fascinating place. There's so much that's completely fucked up and so much that is just priceless. All kind of mixed together. Well, this article (click above) explains more than I ever can!

I used to be very obsessed with Led Zeppelin and it's pretty well known that these British rockers got their inspiration from American blues. I studied Jazz history in college and we were given these amazing recordings of the music from the beginning......the things we don't know about!!!!!!!!!!!!!


another article here


make this?


Going to make this make this make this it's for you make this make this make this this is for you thought it'd never happen but it did


thought it'd never happen but it did

thought it wouldn't


don't avoid what stings it can only heal
what stings what singes

your head is off
the buzzing's endless

a bride and groom
a red man with horns
he won't leave me alone

seeing red all the time
make mine what's mine what's mine
couldn't be too red it's all I ever knew

I made this made this
don't be ashamed
stringy and strange
your freak baby is still yours
still yours still has a mama it's still yours


and I made this I'm in silk
I'm up here where the sky is navy blue
I heard stories they're only stories
heard rumors they are zzzzzs spilling onto a blank page
white page

make this make this you can lie to yourself

all you want lie to us lie to us but this time


your words smoke up so boring boring

useless useless torture yourself senseless

so boring smoke them away so boring going to make this
rusty as it is rusty as it is rusty

you're getting this this that's my work
my beautiful work
it's black it's red it's really a hand made thing
it stings a little but it wouldn't soothe if it didn't burn

made this made this made this
your words are useless
a green haze you snoozed me at one time
out of my life but I'm back in it and I made this made this don't

think I can't make this
smoke of boring that's your speech
your speech it's not much it smiles
wiry but effective
made this made this didn't make this for nothing


all it is all it is all

Thursday, May 20, 2010

gamma rays



been doing some thinking/artistic projects with the sun in focus...... once in college, ten years ago, I had taken an astronomy class where we learned about gamma rays. I was trying to be "deep" and incorporated that into a poem, titled "The Universe" "Gamma rays disperse and create life " a guy in the class commented as we wrote our thoughts on people's papers, "Gamma rays kill on dispersal. Confused." anyway, here's Sol in Radio light.....it's blue! Found only this image....the moon in GR light...brighter than sun....



oh could he could he could he










Sun:


medicine light warmth compassion starting over forgiveness descend ascend all stories descend ascend life nurture health positivity

my life: father, mother love, mercy, light of truth


oh that it would would surround us all that's orange that it would oh could he could he could he could he oh could he



save me ha! the little ones the center the center the center and how boring after the center now the that is now

apollo you that create and destroy that I fear that I love love oh the love the music the meds i need the meds the meds the meds the meds brain oh I'm sick I need love the meds endorphins love the meds the love the meds save save save save save save salve help help hell love burn help help compassion oh the love the love the love the love the love so elusive so little save save save save save save save save save save save save

Monday, May 03, 2010

new writing

been forever, yes. had internet problems and super busy with work and artistic projects.


here's what I have as of now:

blleeeeeehhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if you read that first one forget you did



two cuts on my right
hand and a burn on my middle finger
it's 3am, 5am......salt still running in me
candle's lit, everything quiet
not asleep....my head is being stabbed
something slices through me
you were running manic this night,
the night before last
5am, 7 am, you're sweating.....
never enough and too much
damn, damn, damn them still more





push a button, call, a house, green, green again
love and hate cut and soothe
a bird flies over your head
an owl, a painting over your shoulder
something you can't explain
feels like metal
you can feel them tightening
so thin made of metal

they are all like zombies, a cult, they're insane




no word and the phone buzzes,
I never knew them, but they know me
too many dolls.....my stomach tightens
they're turning toward you, so slight you can't notice
save, save, bathe me

no one listens
old hag....joke of the village
the crazy lady on the hill


metal
does it heat? this hot, that it can melt
a wig......something burning
this curve was tricky
in an instant how things can change

how things can
I'm waiting and I hate to wait
I hate to wait
I hate to wait

she was in white and it didn't stop him
flowers on the alter, there can never be enough
flowers on a grave
there could never be enough