February 2012
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for the land of the squee.
We’ve planned a lot of America, I’ve made an epic-ass spreadsheet to keep track of the sweet, sweet details. So far I’m most excited about the giant Mary statue at Pine Bluffs (because what even), staying in an earthship in Taos, being in Astoria and quoting the Goonies to locals who’ll want to stab me for it, and the fancy mineral springs we’re going to stay at in...
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VAGUE POST THAT WILL ONLY MAKE SENSE TO PEOPLE WHO ARE READING INTO VAGUENESS ELSEWHERE. Also it’s a gross thing to do, I feel gross having to say this. BUT. None of my tweets, fb status updates or tumbls are about the guy that you seem to think they’re about (unless it explicitly refers to him, which has literally been exactly once, on tumblr, last week) (unless you count this one,...
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a filmic addendum.
Working in a video store during that period (14 to 20) was an incredibly rich environment as well. We had all sorts of old, amazing films, strange indie films - it was actually surprising for being in Penrith. It was well-stocked. I can thank getting a job there for coming to love the films of Orson Welles, of David Lynch, of Gus Van Sant, of Kevin Smith, of Stephen Frears, of Wong Kar-Wai, of...
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Being Filmic.
I wish I’d thought more seriously about being a cinematographer after high school. Once I realised I would never be assertive enough to be a director, I suppose around 15, I realised the thing I loved most about film was actually the photography. I adored Stefan Czapsky (when he collaborated with Tim Burton), Tak Fujimoto, John Campbell (when he collaborated with Gus Van Sant). Like, I say I...
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I have some pretty exciting news everyone. hey everyone. are you listening? I think I’ve stopped throwing up.
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hippie dippie shit.
I wanted to write something about how we demonise our own bodies and fetishize agendas that don’t fit us, and how fucking unsexy that is, but then realised that before three weeks ago I would have vomited all over myself if anyone I knew had written that down. So, I’ll just leave it as an abstract concept on here and you can take it or leave it or whatever.
But I’ve always...
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just like that some sudden weakness in your ridiculous orbit, a lip half-bitten in a parody of modesty, and you level your eyeline like you’re wasting a whole town we have nothing at all and if I laid you out you’d be the desert lengths I would claw my way to, a cursive horizon at mid morning, a waterless current at night. **
suddenly I realised, you read me like a schoolboy reads a...
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Do you ever find yourself attracted to someone really stupid, and then mentally have a conversation with your vagina that starts with “Oh gurl…” I mean, just asking out of interest.
anneelkmiss-deactivated20130104 asked: "How the hell could seeing a naked stranger banging another naked stranger be any hotter than that. It could not, my friends. He is right and good and I have a very elaborate fantasy about marrying him and having 4000 of his children." - I GPOYed soooooo hard at this that I had to follow you.
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you kissed me in the cemetary,
a languid afternoon,
four cigarettes in
and an exposition on Rimbaud down.
and i wondered aloud
if the skeletons would mind,
their cream jaws agape
sockets widened in shock,
hoped perhaps the afternoon sun would catch
my grandmother’s ring when
I tucked a trumpet-looking flower behind your ear,
in such a way that might signal
to those outside
in...
whateverlola asked: "the elastic properties of a vagina after the first 1000 children." I DIED.
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So no, but just. I do not understand the need for porn in a world where The Daily Show exists, and is accessible. Honestly. Jon Stewart getting worked up over causes, with that logic and that brain, being that funny and that cute and open and seeming that un-asshole-y with such a black sense of humour. How the hell could seeing a naked stranger banging another naked stranger be any hotter than...
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There is actually nothing more lovely than using a hairdryer while sitting in front of a desk fan. That’s, like,optimum temperature right there,
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anarchy of the body.
The Road has been in my head lately. Seabas is watching The Walking Dead, I think that’s mostly why. I have only seen glimpses of it, but I can hear the noises down the hall, those gutteral undead moans and screams. It’s awful. So, why has The Road been in my head? There were no zombies, not in the traditional sense. But the caravans of lawless men, catamites tethered, pregnant women...
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you are incapable of anything real.
in case my growing heart-on for Six Feet Under needed any concrete justification, this.
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Brendan Maclean sings good and does other stuff...
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