July 24, 2008
Carrying the Torch
Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their
Home, and I'm welcome no more
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought oh god, my chance has come at last
(but then a strange fear gripped me and I
Just couldn't ask)
Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, da ...
Oh, I haven't got one
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine
Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
July 23, 2008
The Imagine Pageant Pays A Visit
Hello faithful fans,
My relaxing drive on Sunday evening from Fox Lake while under the influence of several shots of vodka could have prepared me for many things: painful death, life-long paralysis, body mutilation, a DUI, court... But what actually happened that sunday evening was worse. FAR worse. Upon reaching the top of the staircase and thinking of the fantastic prospect of tea and sleep, I opened the door and saw LX with his stupid bike and a horrifying smile on his face. I gasped as he said "oh hello buster! where should i put my bike?" this was the ultimate punishment for drunk driving, and a nightmare that has many times played out in my head during bad ecstasy trips, but how could it be real. I walked past him (hoping he would disappear like the horrifying apparition that he is), and looked at the hopeless face of the Other, who motioned at his phone. I looked at my cell, and sure enough i had a message: "BEWARE, LX is here." When LX asked about where to put his bike again, I said "outside, together with all your other belongings and your body!!!" to which he laughed and said something along the lines of "ha ha, you're a funny one!" I completely freaked. he sat down and demanded the Other to make coffee, and the Other, in his shock and terror, obliged. I made a few more insidious and biting remarks to which LX said "if you want me to leave, I'll leave." I breathed a sigh of relief, and said politely: "well, perhaps this is not the best evening for an unannounced, completely rude visit..." As I thought LX would immediately leave me to my drunken thoughts of how many miles per gallon a Honda Odyssey minivan can get versus a Toyota Sienna, I was in a better mood. But ALAS, he stayed, taking my sudden upturn in mood as indication of my permission to hang around. My heart sunk to the depths of hell, and I walked to the sofa, laid down on it in the darkness and tried my hardest to think about the mileage a minivan can get, while LX incessantly bombarded the Other with the details of his bike ride. It lasted 40 minutes, and I'm sure a large part of me died that night. Sighe... All my nightmares are coming true, I feel as if there is no hope...
<3
m
My relaxing drive on Sunday evening from Fox Lake while under the influence of several shots of vodka could have prepared me for many things: painful death, life-long paralysis, body mutilation, a DUI, court... But what actually happened that sunday evening was worse. FAR worse. Upon reaching the top of the staircase and thinking of the fantastic prospect of tea and sleep, I opened the door and saw LX with his stupid bike and a horrifying smile on his face. I gasped as he said "oh hello buster! where should i put my bike?" this was the ultimate punishment for drunk driving, and a nightmare that has many times played out in my head during bad ecstasy trips, but how could it be real. I walked past him (hoping he would disappear like the horrifying apparition that he is), and looked at the hopeless face of the Other, who motioned at his phone. I looked at my cell, and sure enough i had a message: "BEWARE, LX is here." When LX asked about where to put his bike again, I said "outside, together with all your other belongings and your body!!!" to which he laughed and said something along the lines of "ha ha, you're a funny one!" I completely freaked. he sat down and demanded the Other to make coffee, and the Other, in his shock and terror, obliged. I made a few more insidious and biting remarks to which LX said "if you want me to leave, I'll leave." I breathed a sigh of relief, and said politely: "well, perhaps this is not the best evening for an unannounced, completely rude visit..." As I thought LX would immediately leave me to my drunken thoughts of how many miles per gallon a Honda Odyssey minivan can get versus a Toyota Sienna, I was in a better mood. But ALAS, he stayed, taking my sudden upturn in mood as indication of my permission to hang around. My heart sunk to the depths of hell, and I walked to the sofa, laid down on it in the darkness and tried my hardest to think about the mileage a minivan can get, while LX incessantly bombarded the Other with the details of his bike ride. It lasted 40 minutes, and I'm sure a large part of me died that night. Sighe... All my nightmares are coming true, I feel as if there is no hope...
<3
m
July 10, 2008
Convulsive fugue state
Hello fans!
As I am sure you all have realized, I am back in the US of A and am having A TIME! The Other and I bought a grown-up bed with gray sheets and orange pillows. Klassy!
Also klassy, my exquisite and decadent collection of parfums can now be unveiled to the world! Please see my press release below. All of you should try it, I think they are pretty good! Obviously I am trying to get Mila to be my spokesmodel, but if any of you are interested in posing sex-xy for some artistic photographs PLEASE do not hesitate to comment on this entry!
Xs and Os,
Meow
RUBBER DOLL
a trio of fragrances by the House of Janicki
"I was in a sort of convulsive fugue state, crying uncontrollably, not
from fear or pain but from a quivering, never-ending wave of
pleasure."
Power
Exploitative, crisp, and cool, Power commands subservience. Iris and
vetiver compose an earthy yet icy quality while cypress serves as an
intriguing counterpoint. Bittersweet smokiness, musky ambrette seed,
and cut-glass sharp synthetics bridge the rest of the composition.
Just try to escape!
Consumption
Experiencing Consumption is akin to being forcibly engulfed in a latex
hood that has been simmering in church incense. The initial resinous
quality gives way to a smooth sleek musk note. The composition assumes
a cloying sweetness as the whisper fades and the balsamic smoke swirls
around you. The amber dry down will cling to you for days.
Be...consumed!
Vanishing
Powdery and metallic, Vanishing will forever plague your private
thoughts. Elusive violet top notes give way to the green, bitter heart
and iris notes. You'll never know what hit you!
As I am sure you all have realized, I am back in the US of A and am having A TIME! The Other and I bought a grown-up bed with gray sheets and orange pillows. Klassy!
Also klassy, my exquisite and decadent collection of parfums can now be unveiled to the world! Please see my press release below. All of you should try it, I think they are pretty good! Obviously I am trying to get Mila to be my spokesmodel, but if any of you are interested in posing sex-xy for some artistic photographs PLEASE do not hesitate to comment on this entry!
Xs and Os,
Meow
RUBBER DOLL
a trio of fragrances by the House of Janicki
"I was in a sort of convulsive fugue state, crying uncontrollably, not
from fear or pain but from a quivering, never-ending wave of
pleasure."
Power
Exploitative, crisp, and cool, Power commands subservience. Iris and
vetiver compose an earthy yet icy quality while cypress serves as an
intriguing counterpoint. Bittersweet smokiness, musky ambrette seed,
and cut-glass sharp synthetics bridge the rest of the composition.
Just try to escape!
Consumption
Experiencing Consumption is akin to being forcibly engulfed in a latex
hood that has been simmering in church incense. The initial resinous
quality gives way to a smooth sleek musk note. The composition assumes
a cloying sweetness as the whisper fades and the balsamic smoke swirls
around you. The amber dry down will cling to you for days.
Be...consumed!
Vanishing
Powdery and metallic, Vanishing will forever plague your private
thoughts. Elusive violet top notes give way to the green, bitter heart
and iris notes. You'll never know what hit you!
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