i love this sparse corner nook with incense and trinkets

from Tobacco and Leather

i get overwhelmed by information pretty much constantly. after reading hundreds of blogs a day there are probably tens of things that grab my attention.

so as to gain some focus and perhaps patience, i want to do some exploratory posts on things that I'm interested in. lets see how this goes...

helplessness blues

Fleet Foxes - Grown Ocean from Fleet Foxes on Vimeo.

and what a stunning image

just one line

one party of lost souls
aim of the night
(every night)
was clouded consciousness
guilt inducing
memory forging
altered states

we choose to inauthentically
build our own moments
on our coin as we
gave away filter-less
precious moments reserved for
no one in particular
a bunch of phony control freaks
is all they were.

-me

thecalculatedflail

heart
mind
heart + mind
[null]

this except somewhere else

In Paris With You

Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.

Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There's that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I'm in Paris with you.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris.
I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I'm in Paris with... all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I'm in Paris with you.

-james fenton

ITSTIMETOSLOWDOWN

i need all of it to myself

The Weeknd - Wicked Games by The_Weeknd

HOT.

its almost sick how quickly a mood can changed based upon outside influences. I had long mundane day at work only to find myself having drinks with my coworkers learning and laughing and being real. I had to bounce early to go to a class I wasn't really mentally prepared to attend, only to receive a stellar grade on the midterm I took the week prior in solid delirium. (see previous post)
I left the class feeling competent and grinning cheesily ear to ear. Today was a good day, and I believe in the power of positive actions. Chouette!

strike

this image and the mugler campaign imagery are so beautiful.

these times of woe afford no time to woo

i woke up unsure if i had slept at all and looked over at the window where, beyond the curtains lay lush green and as far as I was concerned, a black hole. Though night had fallen, I saw it clear as day; the spirit, a subtle ball of faint white glow flew towards my heart and entered me. I closed my eyes in a combination of disbelief and ecstasy and felt my body vibrate uncontrollably for a few seconds. The bodily quake left me paralyzed and confused as I began to feel my limbs return to pink and eventually to blood-red circulation. I lay astounded and tried to make sense of it all, heart pounding up to the ceiling and back into my chest.

if i had a boat

the most saturated of feelings. round the clock.
i can't pause yet to sort it out.

this trailer appeals to my mood at the moment:

the longest week

im tired like i've never been before. sleeping while im awake, i am floating along and all i want to hear is old arctic monkeys demos (hard to find)

i hope its good...

Norwegian Wood: Young Love on Nowness.com.

i think i'll reread this tonight