everything stops.

here in the snow.

snow friends.

we are.

close to me

the cure.
it's so right.

listen.

ampersand as apostrophe

parcel bag, aztec collection.

so many cool ways to wear it.

ampersand as apostrophe.

lots more to see.

secret basement show

 

grave babies.

he makes the best decisions...

 back then.

love, actually.

 not so long ago, 

you crushed me in a single man.

and now i can't wait too see this:

the king's speech.

something that makes me happy.

that's him.

blexbolex.

good thing he's around.

all the world's a stage...

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.



one hangs on my wall

richard olmstead.

i said kiss me, you're beautiful,
these are truly the last days.

time flies, but airplanes crash.

another saturday night

the best girls draw.

and share it with you.

sacha peet + uli = my loves.

we can see them on saturday.

lord knows it would be the first time

always on repeat.

start it off right

first show for me of 2011.

the babies from brooklyn + some local bands.

i'm playing too.

yeah!

the times they are changin'

2011, yes.