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Love this phone case!
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Lil vampire
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I’ve been in full on record-making mode for almost two months now. As creatively free the outcome may be, the process actually involves a massive amount of routine, such as (very) regular visits with my good friend thesaurus.com, my Clyde Caldwell fantasy art book, copious amounts of tea, wearing the same pants every day (despite the breezy crotch rip), frozen yogurt, no-care hair, and a trusty source of CNS (chicken noodle soup). And maybe cookies. It also involves springing up (well… rolling groggily over) at 3AM to lay down the ideas you are bursting with in your half sleep. Thinking too much about anything in particular leads half of that whole sleep somewhere off in the direction of oblivion, so whole sleep has been something of a myth so far in 2011. Anyway, here I find myself yet again, wrapped up in a wonderfully puffy cloud (-:”/9) but unable to sleep because there is an idea in the way. Damn obstructive ideas. Actually, I think that’s an oxymoron.
This record should be decent…
Lights.
(via neonroyal)
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Yupcakes & Sweet dreams
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Lights
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I’ve been in full on record-making mode for almost two months now. As creatively free the outcome may be, the process actually involves a massive amount of routine, such as (very) regular visits with my good friend thesaurus.com, my Clyde Caldwell fantasy art book, copious amounts of tea, wearing the same pants every day (despite the breezy crotch rip), frozen yogurt, no-care hair, and a trusty source of CNS (chicken noodle soup). And maybe cookies. It also involves springing up (well… rolling groggily over) at 3AM to lay down the ideas you are bursting with in your half sleep. Thinking too much about anything in particular leads half of that whole sleep somewhere off in the direction of oblivion, so whole sleep has been something of a myth so far in 2011. Anyway, here I find myself yet again, wrapped up in a wonderfully puffy cloud (-:”/9) but unable to sleep because there is an idea in the way. Damn obstructive ideas. Actually, I think that’s an oxymoron.
This record should be decent…
Lights.
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“ Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Because it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.You don’t care a bit.
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You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
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plastic noses, mannequin poses… expensive clothes, my face is froze 💙 photo by @gossipphotography
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“Don’t wanna move an inch, let alone a million miles & I don’t wanna go, but I know I’ve gotta go.” — LIGHTS
