Too delicate, too simple, too water. To have me for a sister.
Is what your name means in Gaelic. In English, you are royal oath, and to the Irish you are in fact handsome. Or hottie. Either way. I love you means you’re in—but not I’m easy...
To note, the most winsome thing about this ephemeral spot is the sunrise spilling over the tree-dappled peaks. After a night under the big window in the front of the living room, its streamers quietl...
Favorite things in life.
Nature defies censorship. Get your kids out of the room if you don’t want them to see bees with erections.
There are generally two camps to this holiday, which to my mind is no holiday at all but a seasonal dysfunction replete with both overwork and overindulgence: the I Loves, and I Hates.
There are two ways this thing is generally taken (or left). The first is in shock-and-awe of its revelatory nature, whether in wonderment, appreciation or neither, and a short-lived curiosity for its...
Unlike other artists, or creative folks, or singer/songwriter/minstrel/poe ts who make crafty things like soap, zines and babies, I have not ‘always known I was an artist,’ and am neither ...
Look what I found! The posting of, tangentially spawned via my last Letter entries. I have nothing to do with this video. But it’s hilarious.
(an ode to the self-important fucks on the periphery of my necessary life) NO, YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP copyright Natsona, Brighton, UK
I am so drunk the clock hands are tired. Home from the only bar I’ve ever in my 33 years actually frequented, Washed Out’s Amor Fati lays on repeat, and everyone—in and out of town&...
How do I get this semen out of my hair?
I love working on Sundays because no one else does. Work, or love to? Either one. Thank you to the tit bombs and my biggest fans for increasing the traffic. I have to say I am grateful for the...
There remains much longstanding debate over breakfast…to skip or not to skip, to consume largely protein or fibrous sugar-laden carbs…but little argument withstands the most ideal of them...
BITCH your glasses are BOAR-ING.
As it turns out, I DO read the official sweepstakes rules. Quoted below is an actual line from Waste Management’s Summer Home Improvements Sweepstakes under Verification of Winners: &nbs...
Sick editing, smooth sailing. Just watch it. And soak blithely in envy.
I just wanted someone to kiss the old me goodbye. It starts pouring. I am getting braces tomorrow. I am thirty-two years old.
It’s a relatively new thing,the TUG, but irremovably prolific in your general ‘hood foot traffic. On the sleepily ‘notorious’ West Side of this rub-n-TUG town, there is a whol...
I swear to god my windchimes play the theme song from Back To The Future. Yeah, the first one. 1985, legwarmers and T-back splatter-plaint aerobic leotards strolling under the Clock Tower. Weird part...
I’ve watched The Hours twice today, worked all weekend to the visual music of cinema, and in sickness—not health—made my sentient progress. Presentiment never withstanding, I keep m...
Look down, baby. Look down.
I’ve had the recent privilege of shooting some actual ‘event’ photography…a vis-comm genre I have always shied reticently from until lately. I credit this newfound, commercial...
‘You have a charming way with words. Write a letter this week.’
MTV wishes Frank-and-Beans a happy birthday: Frances Bean Is Eighteen! My favorite ting-a-ling from the article: Whatever she decides to pursue, it’s clear she has already figured out a lot abo...
I want to find this ad amusing…I really, really do. Because it really, really is, in so many circles. The classic buoyancy of topless college idiots microcosmically relayed through a giant inne...
I have developed, over the course of at least a year, what is likely the coolest and downright meanest little bone spur ever created by an impacted body. All too proudly and pointedly, the thing has ...
The noise quiets. The thoughts become angry and harsh. You are of your design and yours only. They say it inside, as no words will betray it. They do not see you cry. They do not like the marsh. You ...
It was not always good enough to love, but had I little choice, both wanting and hating the boring acts of ballet. It was only an image I looked up to, engraved, until strange came the day…I don’t re...
My advice is to stay in the state you are owned of, that big glitzy empty accrued in your vacant brain, and tell him the minute he knows why you don’t love him…it was me that you wanted a...
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