Oh, finally after getting tired of wearing layers and layers of warm clothes, spring is finally near at hand. And here's for you for the warm update...
Wearing a big blue woolly jumper with an orca whale stitched on the front. Standing on your window ledge, black knees, biting down on acid pops. And your mamma kept shouting for you to come down, come down, she said. She said you do this all the time. Yesterday it was the greenhouse, you ruined all the tomatoes.
How did it feel? How did what feel? Falling through glass. Turned into diamonds. Did it hurt very much? Only a little.. my hands. I have lots of tiny cuts, they look like Soldier Ants marching home. How did it feel? Like flying.
I swear to God and for the love of mine for Monsieur YSL, someday, I could afford this bag with my own money... Someday... and buy another one for my mother.
If it's happening on Spring break, I prolly could have planned a trip by myself to go all the way down to CA, from here, WA (honestly I did plan for it and almost booked a round trip train ticket). Although it would be a 24 hours+ travel by train (...or whatever how long it will take, basically I just don't care). Yeah unfortunately... I just realized that my Spring quarter already begins on April 6th. So I decided not to go. :'(
Last week, DJ Cat NYC contacted me via email, she sent me a link that leads to her first track on her debut EP, Tokyo EP. It was wicked! The track is called "Hot Pink" and produced by Automatic Panic, and featuring her on vox. So check her out people!
Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack! Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than banana milkshakes! Better than George Lucas's trilogy, the muppets and 2001! Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft and Cindy Crawford's beauty mark! Better than the B-side to Abbey Road, Jimmy Hendrix and the first man on the moon! Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates' fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead! Schwarzenegger's testosterone shots, Pam Anderson's lips! Woodstock, raves... Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda! Better than freedom, better than life!
⎯⎯ from Love Me If You Dare (Jeux d'enfants)