And they say, times are changin'.....

It's been very busy with keeping everything under control, work, friends, shopping etc. I figured if i can maintain my ass in the correct position eventually it'll hit the spot.
Sebastian suggested i get red nano, the one where you become charitable by exercising your first-world values of consumerism. I thought maybe it would be a pleasant notion , i ventured into oxfam shop again where they have that retarded girl with a voice box on 'outdoor' mode so you can hear her vibrating her vowels at the end of George street. Did i care? Not really. I go into that shop from time to time, is my search to pacify consumerist guilt however i often end up rolling my eyes at poorly manufactured handicrafts, it's a doll? Really, looks more like a deadrat wrapped in a teatowel.
I fear i will not cope in these recessionary times.
Back to sebastian, i thought the yellow ipod would brighten up my monochromic lifestyle and then i realised the ipod classic is great value be it a bit bulkier which made the hyperactive salesboy confused, "did you want the nano or the classic?"
"I don't know, which one is more value?" I asked and he said "one was bigger and one was smaller but the classic doesn't donate to the RED org." And i Asked "is bono still involved?" and he replied, "i'm not sure" and i responded "me too" and we left it at that.

I don't know why i'm back here again, this little part of the world i abandoned .
It's a place where memories live be it real or amplified.
I've started collecting art, glass art but it wouldn't be vases or venetian. started with a glass cicada from CIRCA as i walk by there alot from Wall cafe.
It was hideously expensive and out of my budget but i bought it anyway.
I'm going to collect all of them, they have 6-9 glass cicadas in closed wings and some being made of the chrysilis .
I don't know what i'm going to do with them but all i know it's better than buying white manchester and ipods.
Anyway back to the pictures.

In honor of world youth day and his holiness the Pope.

Oh, yes... umm not that you care anymore, however if you want to, it's "flotis schmotis" on facebook.
Till next time.

Kate moss appearing as a hologram for Alexander McQueen

Busy. but i think of you from time to time.

I haven't blogged properly for a while, you become the ration that is your existance.
I don't care to blog anymore, infact i don't care about alot of things these days, just keeping my life streamlined and uncluttered has become so attentive that i have relinquished all that could be free.
And it is within these boundries i find myself evermore deliciously alone.

My heroes had the heart to Lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

I can't stand these ultra-thin pretty young male models!
I just want to go up to them and throw bacon and $5 bills at them, jesus god damn bloody buggery...

One of my speakers from the home theatre is broken, so now i have sound going from the front, left to right.. then stopping behind me on the left hand side and continuing on the right!
It's just ridiculous! So i went and bought some fantastic george jensen home furnishings. An entwined candle stick and a clock so i can tell what time it is in the morning. First thing i see in the morning is a george jensen clock .

Says it all really.

Am i having my hair done in some gothic-underground-carpark?

It's been a while, only because of my unstable social life.
Work has been and still is with the odd mental case here and there, one woman carried on and on about her circumstance and schizophrenic son whom she brought up in dire circumstances, do i really care these days?
shouldn't i be charging 200 per hour excluding the chesterfield sofa?
Or the tranny with receeding hairline and red and white paisley print smock, yes, smock calling herself "miss jones" no wonder by friday i'm a mess, like a puddle of emotions, a puddle darlings.
i went shopping at Shibuya bus stop , they have 2 tiny stores in chinatown, one 'punk' one 'goth'. I don't know what i'm doing but i just found the muslin jackets with cut out holes just too tempting and bought two. Winter will be homeless-goth for me.
Misery attracts alot of things.

I have Yoko ono's "ONO BOX" on rotation and it's making me feel things.

Had a quick jaunt to the city, books books, one on Serbian identity and another on crude medical experiments, for example cataracts removal without anesthetic.
A million laughs.
Some thoughts, why do those little african kids advertising for world vision wave round huge enamel mugs?????? i thought it was drought ravaged??? did they drink all the water with those huge mugs???? i do wonder.
And sometimes i can't help but notice the jumpers they wear in 40c heat, is it pumpkinpatch or baby gap? i swear they sell those for $50 each at the stores and why pull-overs?
In one ad. i thought the boy had a walkman on his head, turns out to be some rope with sticks bundled to it, pet, why are you carrying it on your head?????
Where do these poor kids in a nation of nothing, everything dehydrated to a tiny box of sultanas find a tyre rim to roll round?? please explain that one!!!

The third world needs a stylist.

I'd start with a more fitted silhouette, why not, they have the bone structure and deep red lipstick for the girls in fabulous cutout bikinis, perfect day-wear whilst planting crops from oxfam donations and it can be worn under some gorgeous cashmere blankets they can drape over themselves in cold evenings.
Those men, well just gorgeous toight, i mean toight! boxer briefs and uber slender jeans from Dior homme topped with very-white hessian (can we pronounce that with 'ssss' please) shirts unbuttoned.

That's enough i'm getting wet with thoughts.

"cos in the dark you can't see shiny cars..."

I believe it was just something, one of those negative things that attach themselves to you and shut the world down .
So i had a lay on the crystal bed, got my chakra re-aligned and had some channelling done. From brazil no less by a 'medium' who went into spasms as he stroked my shoulders from behind me but there was a chair between us, drank some holy water and thought very little of latin gregorian chanting, it's abit 90's.
The spirits tinkered round, made my right leg move and felt all warm and fuzzy whilst i was contemplating which ipod shuffle i should get.
The human kipper had a session on the crystal bed and ended up bent over a toilet bowl .
Her message was "LOSE WEIGHT NOW!"
There was going to be a psychic reading too but had to be cancelled because it was 'alternate' saturday, the one she gets her kids off her husband. Didn't see that one coming eh.
Oh i must get in touch with my spiritual side, i think there's a little bit of mystic in all of us, oh lets.

Since i left you....

There has been an undercurrent of bitterness which has bubbled to the surface, a pretence lightly skimmed off other peoples bittnerness. It's ok to feel ones strange fruit.

I'm physically reacting, wanting to annihilate, plot and scheme a glorious downfall purely with self gratification wiped across my smile one vertebrae at a time.

I think i'm entering a phase of quiet-horror.

Everything is going back to black not as counter-culturing this regurgitation of neon on thin-cotton print, thin thin cotton print.

If you took out concepts of beauty, every ideal what is left to say about yourself?

Why do i even bother.