yellow and blue

Cousin Elita made these tiny paper ladies to go along with her chocolate packs to give away at her birthday.
These sweethearts are two citizens of her dreamy little craft kingdom living in the corner of her home.





Speaking of birthdays and crafts, happy birthday dear Irma. Wish you yer own dreamy craft corner in yer home, sooner than soon!

the murder of the cock

I got a feeling, I'm being fooled.
My feeling always serve me good.
Too bad, I don't take being-fooled too good.

{ cocking gun, gunning the cock. bang! }

:)

*playing: Some Velvet Morning - Lee Hazlewood & Nancy Sinatra

"the sun is up, the sky is blue. it's beautiful, and so are you."

I know you're nineteen already, but I still see you like my little sweetie baby here...



Happy birthday little sis. May you find those sunshiny bits that you dream of in life.
I looooove you, and do tell if you need me to kick anybody's ass for you once in a while!
Don't mess with my little sis, punks!!! *duck fist

*playing: Dear Prudence - The Beatles

j'adore mod cloth vol.02

After a couple of sips of a smirnoff dash orange juice potion, a few minutes of a peek a peek at Mod Cloth, falling for these dresses are just too easy. Papparappappaw ladidadidadidaaa...


{ banana foster dress}


{ cruising along dress }


{ mary queen of spots dress }


{ my gift is my dress}


{ rockin robin }


{ strawberry queen dress }


{ tangram frock dress }


{ temporary secretary dress }


{ the style of music dress }


{ you've got quail dress }

*playing: Cet Air La - France Gall

the ladies of the june

{ in the womb of the june, she kisses the rose, she rests in the black. }

Bon anniversaire Lady Blackenthered and FloLady. Bisous.

[ illustrator + photoshop ]

*playing: Unison - Bjork

"let the chips fall where they may"

Regarding this post, a friend asked how the hell could I be so bitter, to ever have any comfort in words like that. The words are the following:

"You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are all part of the same compost heap.
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world.

.......

This is your life, doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life, and it's ending one-minute at a time.

.......

If this is your first night, you have to fight."

Apparently, we have different digestions toward this lyric. You may instantly see it as a cruel bitter desperate idea of life, how we are not special, hence life is not worth it. Well I see it as one of the most sensible things I've ever heard.

See, the way I swallow it is this, so with this idea of how I am not a unique snowflake or whatever the crap you wanna call the "chosen one" kind of theories, I feel relieved. I feel I have no burden to expect that I was ever designed to be something huge, brilliant, noble, et blablabla. I can stop worrying about if I ever was destined for something. By not worrying those crap no more, I can now just focus on pursuing my dreams. My motive? Well, since everything is nothing and nothing is everything, then I got nothing to lose. Why not?
Conclusion: less drama, more courage.

To remind myself that this is my life, right now, that it doesn't get any better than this, that it's ending one minute at a time, is to remind me to stop planning to do something SOMEDAY. To remind me to do something TODAY. To keep on assuming that my life will be better {only} in the future is crap. What if I die tonight? I want a good life NOW damn it. That way, I remember to just suck it up and enjoy what I can right now.
Conclusion: less drama, more gratitude.

You are free to disagree with how I take life. You are free to clip on yer judgment. This is the way it works for me. This is my way to stay sane, to have the fuel to fight for it. I can be wrong I can be right. If it doesn't sound inspiring, well it was never my intention to inspire. I write what I honestly feel, NOT what I hope will probably sound beautiful to people.
Conclusion: less drama, more to say from the man below.



*playing: Blueberry Hill - Louis Armstrong

pong! pong!

*thankiu a mucho Suddenly Sudden for condemning me as one of yer Ghost Masters this year!

lilith tail, the ghost of the carousel mare

At the last day of the carnival, be sure to stay till dusk. The absence of the sun will offer you more than you wish for.

Forget not to come by the merry-go-round, the happiest ride for every boys and girls.

As the horses are running one by one, close your eyes, and whisper loudly in your heart, "Lilith Tail, Lilith Tail, Lilith Tail." The circle will stop, and there she will stand before you.

The raven-headed mare, dressed in the dragon armor. Lilith Tail, has arrived from your chants.

And as her head turns to your eyes, you will recognize, an irresistible offer for a once-in-a-lifetime ride.

Step up to her back, sit tight and pray might. She will fly you away, higher than any spirits can reach before heaven opens up its mouth.

She will sing you a song too beautiful to be true. But dare not to sing along, for its words are full of cursed calls:
"Here we go round at the merry-go-round. Where you leave the ground to the spirit's mound.
Here we go round at the merry-go-round. Where your soul is bound to never be found."

Ah, it is too too late. You've sang the song, and the words have been tied around your head. You have emerged into her spiritless rest.

But worry not, you will wake again tomorrow. You will wake again tomorrow, and find, how beautifully decorated you are, as one of her brand new mares in the circle of the carousel. A privilege to dance round in the merry-go-round, where you will forever never be found.


For SuddenlySudden's Ghost Master Competition.

[ illustrator + photoshop ]

ear candy, volume 02.

"You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are all part of the same compost heap.
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world.

.......

This is your life, doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life, and it's ending one-minute at a time.

....... 

If this is your first night, you have to fight."

/// The Dust Brothers, This Is Your Life.

ear candy, volume 01.

"Nova, life is a precious commodity. Just because we have chisel abs and stunning features, it doesn't mean that we too cannot die in a freak fight accident."

/// Anselmus Ario, my biatch dear friend slash Zoolander.