I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.

Tittoo

I really want to get this as a tattoo.

How large would I have to get it so you could make out the incredible detail?

Sorry I forgot the source.

I wish the world was a four by four ball
It would sit in my lap and look awful small.

From my lap it all starts to look really great
But I stick a pin in the world and watch it deflate.

Then I go to a geography shop and purchase a globe.

Boots are made for walkin.

I have crippling shin splintz from standing all day, all the time at work.

So - on pay day, I decided to purchase a good pair of shoes to aid my pain.

And it just so happened that they were cushioned AND beautiful.

I'm trying

The trip to Rye.

Listless and languid.

Sometimes you win,

And sometimes you don't.

Your friends will disappear,

Don't assume that they wont.

You can dye your hair,

And ink your skin.

You can start self abuse,

And become oddly thin.

And although all these projects,

Take away all the pain.

Close your eyes for a moment,

And it comes back again.

Build a cocoon out of blankets,

Then drown in your bed.

Sink a fistful of pills,

And get out of your head.

I'll take an old sun.

My heart crumbles.
I don't know why.
I hate not knowing.
I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.
Bob Dylan said for the times, they are a-changin'.
Please.
I can't have the times changin'.
Please don't change.
Because if I don't have you then I am empty.

I think I might already be empty.

Fuck,

I am empty.

Lost in the fun house

Lostinthefunhouse.

'The life & mind of Andy Kaufman"

Written by Bill Zehme.

"Here was a gauntlet thrown and a madness born - to sort and sift through a life of fantasy, but also a life on earth, and locate truths wherever truths had been sent to hide."

Andy Kaufman inspires me.

Andy Kaufman compels me to stare in the mirror and uncover the 'real me'.

Andy Kaufman shows me that individualism is beautiful and rare and misunderstood.

Andy Kaufman urges me to fight and fight and fight and fight for my eccentric dreams.

Andy Kaufman proves to me that success can still come from taking your own path in life.

Stop all the clocks;

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W. H. Auden

Fun in the proverbial sun.

Summer is coming!

You're suck a birk(in)

Yesterday I splurged...

Purchased a faux black Birkin handbag from my work with the staff discount (BLISS).

Youst ink.

Kitty!

I wanted to share with all of my readers that I am seriously considering purchasing this beautiful little creature.

Photo excellence

Some incredible photos from the halloween season.

Courtesy of Le Fashion and Knight Cat.

Are eye drops just recycled tears?

My eyes hurt from crying so much.

Spooktacular

The best halloweenie images i've seen have been from Le Fashion

I got a job today.

I hope the cash starts to roll in.

Mum suggested I do freelance styling next year.

So if I save enough money $$ over the christmas period.

Hopefully i'll be styling next year.

My partner in crime has amazing designs for tee-shirts.

I would love to work with him.

Song + Dance man

Why did we lose such a brilliant man?

January 17, 1949 – May 16, 1984

Andrew Geoffrey Kaufman

I want to be just like Andy when I grow up.

Arts and Crafts!

It happens eventually.
Even if you stuff your pockets with tape and staples.
Everybody wants something from you.
And you can't put the pieces back together, no matter how scrapbook-savvy you are.

You mix a drug cocktail and fall asleep.
One day you wont wake up.
And they'll find you, with your pockets stuffed full of tape and staples. Nothing else.
Because everybody has already stripped you of everything.

jayo

Is a suicide letter really any different to a love note?

♥♥♥

I would do anything for you and I would do anything with you.

We are perfect for each other. Thankyou for reminding me.

Do you have to let it linger.

I can imagine being happy if I had velvet pants and chunky ankle boots. Of course I wouldn't be.
There is always something wrong.
Every day I wish we didn't have to grow up. The little kids that I know long for an adult life. I don't want to be an adult. Where birthdays stop mattering, where you don't get to eat ice-cream cakes. Where sack races are replaced by martinis and jumping castles are exchanged for cab fares. I wasted my youth looking for myself, hoping that the discovery would make me into something. Instead, I don't like the me I found.
I want the child back.
I'm not sure I know anything at all. After everything we go through for enlightenment. I don't know anything at all.

Lets get some shoes.

The best of JAK and JIL blog. I like my shoes chunky and big! Thanks for fuelling my obsession.

JAYO xo