2.26.2010
this time yesterday..
..I saw 'This Time Tomorrow'. Awesome flick and ripping parts from all involved. Lucien Clarke has the ender and well deserved, smooth style and a dirt stache that would make Burt Reynolds jealous. Here are a few shots from the premier in London!
2.25.2010
2.16.2010
2.15.2010
a work in progress: floating passion.
I was laying in a pool of sweat that soaked our off-white satin sheets, staring at the fan blades slowly make their rounds as the current from their efforts chilled the ones on my body.
The drapes were spread wide open, the clouds became peeping toms, catching glimpses of my flesh before exposing the sun once more. I looked down at my feet, ankles slack like a loose belt, and wondered what was supposed to come next. I could see her getting dressed out of the corner of my eye as I lay there exposed, the clouds snickering at the pattern my limbs held.
She came into the room like a shadow, zipped up her blouse and sat on the bed, next to the night stand. I hadn’t moved yet, something made me stay. She got up from the bed, rising like fresh bread. A new confidence oozed from her in the way she put on her gray canvas shoes, matching the horny clouds outside my windows.
“I’ll see you next year,” she whispered and walked out the door, with her hair tied in a loose bun.
The drapes were spread wide open, the clouds became peeping toms, catching glimpses of my flesh before exposing the sun once more. I looked down at my feet, ankles slack like a loose belt, and wondered what was supposed to come next. I could see her getting dressed out of the corner of my eye as I lay there exposed, the clouds snickering at the pattern my limbs held.
She came into the room like a shadow, zipped up her blouse and sat on the bed, next to the night stand. I hadn’t moved yet, something made me stay. She got up from the bed, rising like fresh bread. A new confidence oozed from her in the way she put on her gray canvas shoes, matching the horny clouds outside my windows.
“I’ll see you next year,” she whispered and walked out the door, with her hair tied in a loose bun.
to: Jane & Olivia
2.14.2010
in due time...
comfort zone.
Ever since I can recall, I've had a fear of things that fly. It is not so much the
breed or appearance of the flying monsters that really get to me, it's the sound. The sound of their fingerless arms aiding their flight to my ear canals. The rubbing and flapping of feather against feather, the way they bobble around without a care for others, searching for bread crumbs left from blueberry muffins.
I'm stepping out, going to be the bigger creature, and give these fingerless creatures a chance. Above is a group of enemies. I'll keep them close, keep the circle tight, they can't over take me; I've got fingers.
face your fears, step from that circle
-lowt
new week, new outlook.
2.08.2010
where are we actually going, miss?
'moon light on my floor, shinning through the roof. they've got the city surrounded, as if I needed proof.'
-take it for what you will, there is a change coming. leave the pieces where they lay.
-take it for what you will, there is a change coming. leave the pieces where they lay.
2.05.2010
a head full of contrast is welcome in these parts.
we can learn so much from those around us and those before us. take a minute through out your day and just think about what has come before you; think how you can improve that foundation and build yourself into the structure of this life. find a nice bench and have a sit, let the air come into your lungs and fill you up with life and inspiration. let the molecules swirl into your brain; let the gears turn.
make moves.
good luck,
lowt
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