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.