i am alice

rocket to venus firefly - fuel my destiny demise
ramify my love with disaster - implode on me just one more time
kill that hope inside with lies - the rope around your neck
be just what you are, no more no less

losing my mind - constantly deprived
the nothingness plagues life - sight
divine intervention - oh so blind
losing my mind - my inhibition prevails again

jump down the rabbit hole with me tonight
twist and turn - we will learn to see in low light
exit signs all around, they lead right back to here
run away, give up, lay down and die my dear

she's driving me mad, i fear - won't escape her presence
venus speaks like wine so sweet - drink it all in
feel the fireflys dance inside - rise up to my head
rise up to my head, my heart, my love - my love

losing my mind, panic inside - metaphysical collide
to be what you are, what you are - what you are to me
i spin away in the starry night - is this rapture? it's rapture
oh this love........
oh this love........
just jump down the rabbit hole tonight
just jump down the rabbit hole tonight
ramify me
ramify me
rise up to my head inhibition

joder!

tal vez tengo que decir eso. lo siento si os la molesta. ayer fue un buen dia, al final. pero todavia estoy tan confudido sobre relaciones, mujeres, el pasado, y mi fe. que Dios me diga que pasa! por favor! me gustaria ser mas tranquilo, dedo confiar mas. a vivir mejor, poco a poco. tantas cosa! oy! no se las palabras que escribire. ellas me vengan.

lets waltz in the kitchen
two step down the hall
show me that rhumba
baby you know them all

but i'm waiting for that slow dance
and the second chance
to fall in love

switchfoot

Tell you where you need to go
Tell you who you need to be
Tell you what you need to know
Tell you when you’ll need to leave

But everything inside you know
Says more than what you’ve heard
So much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words

And you’re on fire
When He’s near you
You’re on fire
When He speaks
You’re on fire
Burning at these mysteries

Give me one more time around
Give me one more chance to see
Give me everything You are
Give me one more chance to be... (near You)

Cause everything inside looks like
Everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I’ll take

When I’m on fire
When You’re near me
I’m on fire
When You speak
And I’m on fire
Burning at these mysteries
These mysteries...

I’m standing on the edge of me
I’m standing on the edge

down

depression's a bitch.

arbus

arbus was a fashion photographer during the sixties, however she shifted focus during these years and began to photograph normal people (maybe not completely normal) in different situations. the reality she dipicts is quite surreal. this is one of my favorites so far. it just makes me laugh. (is that bad?)

beheaded baptist

barefooted john rest his head in his hand
the lamb not far away
the fields are blooming the drought soon will come
why do you look so sad?

revealing your hunger, your hair hides your eyes
when was your stomach last full?
wrinkles give way to a beckoning smile
so calm, so quiet, so near

you seem to be practicing the art of dying well
don't advance yet, don't recoil
there's no shame in mortality
brother john

this is not chapel, this is not church
anything at all but cloister
this is the dirt this is the dust
sea shells for your soul

the dove flys high toward the sun
melting like beeswax
radiante phoenix
your wings are on fire

madrid

i took this picture in madrid...i never knew i would grow to envy it, it seemed so charming at the time...

strange things are afoot in weather like this...

...and the wind wisped away any hint of what may have been a thought.

ugly mug

jack rabbit slim, kindred fall, and our life aquarius. good show. good bands. mediocre photos, or maybe photographer?

html

you may scoff, but thanks to the super powers of my axis ally and roomate, the world of html seems much less daunting. note the nice new link section to my friends blogs...tell me if you want a link! :-)

futile red

abandon begging, lust bathing
red.
panic striken, rushing - stop
red.
heart feeding, blood bleeding life
red.
passion raging, colors fading
red.
bull charging, swords sparring
red.
lights shining, minds coniving
red.
leaves sailing, time changing
red.
seas parting, tides marking
red.
fruit fleshing, sin dripping
red.
rust running, skin piercing
red.

dc*b

Deconstruction is a post-structuralist philosophical theory related originally to the reading and interpreting of texts. It ignores the referential theory of language; language is not seen as a neutral tool that matches up beliefs, feelings, and thoughts to the outside world; rather it is seen as a thing in itself, as capable of creating our thoughts and feelings as it is reflecting them - the idea of the referent as distinct and separate, entirely unlinked, to the signifier is rejected. The origin of "deconstruction" is an intentionally informed collision of the words "construction" and "destruction" representing the idea of the process of theoretically taking apart a text and then putting it back together again. The deconstruction of a text does not aim to render it meaningless; instead, the goal is to probe and extend the potential meanings of it in order to better understand it. The purpose of this recording is to situate our contemporary music production in relation to these issues that inform it. Despite current cultural claims as to the presentness of this juncture, with its attendant ambition to agency and instrumentality, the issues of current concern are perhaps best understood in relation to a long trajectory of rejections, inversions and continuances. To expose the historic condition that underlies contemporary projects this recording presents a triangulation of timely and (seemingly) archaic topics. In an attempt to cast the possibilities (and limits) of the moment, we have constructed three arcs of collision. 1. Illuminate Compositions-An informative examination of light-A study of light will split it apart-Refraction is necessary to discovery. 2. A Small Collection of Interpreters and their Interpretations-Here, light is refracted-Prisms dangle and colors divide. 3. You our Subjective Listener-Exploring specific tensions and instabilities-Questioning the priority of things which are set up as original, natural, and/or self-evident-Attending to how texts subvert, exceed, or even overturn their author's stated purposes-To examine the "rhetoricity" of the work, the reliance on rhetorical figures and figurative language-Reveal and subvert the tacit metaphysical presuppositions of thought-A play of internal counter-forces, disseminates into an indefinite range of self-conflicting significations. We offer this in hopes that your life tears it apart and puts it back together and/or that it tears apart your life and puts it back together.