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Thank you lightelation for expert model plane flying in the last video!

Now you can get famous as a blogger. And looking at all these fashion blogs wants me to spend spend spend. The Urban Outfitters blog looks so cute but they're so evil and owned by this huge conglomerate of a company that panders poorly made products to unsuspecting (or, maybe even worse? suspecting and ignorant buyers). In any case, let me document some of my material desires. It just happens to be that I "chose" the womb I was to be born from and it was a womb of the poor.

1) Dolce Vita ankle boots. The site uses flash so I can't fucking put the image in here. But look how soft that leather is...and those nice fleshy black laces...

2) Victoria's Secret Lace Stirrup leggings. Also flash. But...stirrups and lace??

3)
From Forever21

4) And a $400 poncho from somewhere. I forget where.

Don't think this is the official video, not too much of it is interesting, sorry whoever made it, but this song is incredible. I'm just really getting into them again.

I miss how this journal used to be! I miss that little dining room! I miss the bed on the floor! I miss staying up late and attaching my thoughts to Google image search queries!

There is nothing of interest on my computer as of late, perhaps it's because I don't spend as much time on it anymore?

Here is an image that was on my desktop. I am going to try and document things a little bit better.

I cannot deal with very reasonable or logical people. Strangely enough for me it's when communication is most likely to break down. I can only talk in a circular formation with someone with a likewise method. Then the two circles will circle and loop through each other and eventually come to an understanding.

pris from blade runner. synthetic wig was $20. i had to cut and straighten it though. lol

I realize that more often than not, I set a ceiling for myself- I give up after a certain point, like "this is alright".

But,

No more fucking around.

I miss having fun...

The VJ group I'm in is doing an event in Pershing Square (downtown L.A.). I've been pretty much going over to Donnie's apt almost every night for the past two weeks to work on stuff.

Our projection platform (this geodesic/space frame/tetra+octahedrons) that we're making with the help of D's bf (Phillip) is basically unprecedented in COLLABO (and my personal) construction history. The theme is dreams, here's a short bio:

Title: A Manifestation of Collective Subconscious.

Sentence: Just one artifact exploring the multifaceted phenomenon known as dreaming.

I did a bit of the writing for it, as well as constructing a narrative to be read by an oldish man with a Swiss British accent I met at the corner of Haight & Ashbury (while that poem was being written to me on a typewriter) walking around naked.

And some pictures:





In short, come see us if you read this and are in LA.... though I know barely any of you are. This was a real update though!

how do you feel sad and revel a bit in sorrow and not make someone else feel bad too?

definitely a point of struggle.

and it feels fucking awesomeeeeeeee

some photo updates:


new h&m pants and haircut


lynn gentry who will write you a poem for any amount of money, wrote me one about my requested theme "the opposite of the universe"


his voice is very nice. www.myspace.com/lynngentry


sf is pretty.

I stumbled upon a quote in Memories, Dreams, Reflections that described one memorable scene in the movie pretty well.

Btw, it is in my Wordpress blog:

http://trytobegood.com/wordpress/?p=196

the animals are finally getting situated in the new grounds!

some screencaps from the yyys short film (?) Snake sweat. wtf is going on??

make me feel wholly undeserving (of course you don't mean to), but just trying to think the way you think makes me want to prove that I am more.

This is good in a way.

when you start realizing that you can no longer use something or other as an excuse.

finally a bookshelf! and shooting target.