you know that moment you feel like drawing, you feel like painting, you feel like writing, you feel all of this energy running throughout your body as if you were about to explode yet, all you can manage is sleep? i’m currently experiencing a day as this.
Your head’s like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and...– Grant Morrison
i am really hoping this insanely down drag of a mood is due to being overly exhausted. but.. i feel more compelled to write than anything these days and the moment i felt my “mia stunt” might be over, i only feel more eager to dive right back in to the extreme of it all. i need new scenery. but, what else is new.
winterfieldt: Christian Löffler is celebrating his album release tonight at about blank with all his friends and I can’t explain how excited I am!
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People interest me. I honestly think this might be my favorite area of doing Funeral Parade.. meeting passionate people and hearing a bit about their lives via artist interviews and collaborations. Its crazy, realizing how truly similar we all are yet the differences, the unique characteristics separating each one of us as individuals, is beautiful. People are pretty bad ass. FP Spring issue...
there are no ugly women in this world, just lazy ones.– coco chanel
[no roughing, just thoughts]
so many words left unsaid and even more whispered under breaths of, passive aggressive nature i’ve become all too familiar with. where did things go wrong if my wanderlust filled dreams claim we never truly fit juuust right to begin with? and i’ve spent many nights, just as this, wondering and questioning, raping adjectives and nicely wrapped inscriptions of dictionary filled pillow...
detox. i haven’t eaten in 5 days now. but this cleanse is a synch thus far. think i might do a month.
putting a magazine together is difficult, more so than I had imagined before taking on this new venture in my life. i’ve found myself falling [willingly] victim to staring contests with calendars, second hands, minute markers; not to mention the computer screen.. for what seems, months now. the spring issue of funeral parade is looking more beautiful than i had envisioned upon beginning...
Lips that taste of tears, they say Are the best for kissing.– Dorothy Parker