pretty pretend

today i'm listening to: the joy formidable - cradle

and the new pornographers - your hands (together)

dancing, tae-bo-ing ninjas... duh.

party.

whisk me up that dopamine-kinda-high

we can claim it as a mistake tomorrow

love me do

(you know i love you)

under my umbrella.ella.

ella.

so i've reached one of those lifey times

when those lines we draw... SPECIFICALLY to keep ourselves in check

(you know... sharpie-esque, tattooed, lines of teacher's-red-pen permanence)

become awwwfully blurry.

what's up with that?

"you call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing,"

and you're terrified somebody's

gonna stick you in a cage.

well baby, you're already in that cage,

you built it yourself.

and it's not bounded in the west by tulip, texas,

or in the east by somalialand.

it's wherever you go.

because no matter where you run,

you just end up running into yourself."

- george axelrod, breakfast at tiffany's

it's not true I had nothing on,

i had the radio on.
-marilyn monroe

take off your shoes and
make the fuck out.

ignited. you're invited...

grow wings sprouting

from the backbone.

- mark farina, dream machine

"there are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out"

mae west

anyone fancy a
good ol' fashioned yard sale?

ceiling tiles, oh my.

check out this book art by brian dettmer, book surgeon.

"i work with knives, tweezers, and surgical tools to carve one page at a time, exposing each layer while cutting around ideas and images of interest. nothing inside the book is relocated or implanted, only removed."

HOT DAMN

i went for a run this morning

i almost died.

but this day is just to good to spend in cyberland

(where we only drink.... diet coke.)

rent?... anyone?

beuller?

i'm off to fly with the birds.

xoxo. -jess