paranoia caught me [20 Nov 2008|01:23pm] 20-11-2003 friends-only                   because i don't like being found (i left two entries public, just for your curiousness) 5 comments|post comment

utrecht, february [17 Feb 2008|02:00pm] this city is a still life. all these people on their bicycles, they are too many, they can't be real. look how they ride, with no hands, without even looking, they just can't. and all the houses are beautiful, all of them arranged, and the ducks swim on the green waters of the canals, someone must have put them there. i see sheep from my window and green everywhere, and the clock of the dom tower plays a tune every hour. and all these bookstores, and the smell of food and pot all the time. this can't possibly be real. post comment

la removida [31 Dec 2007|12:51am] when you get in the vip list, when you get all these free drinks, it all becomes a little blurry. we are getting all this exposure, i see them in the papers, in fashion magazine photoshoots, i saw them on tv today, we are famous on the internet. what if i got my pants on in front of wendy james the other day, what if a third of my friends are stylists, what if another third own the clubs, what if the other third are djs, what if i've become a dj myself, what the fuck. we live in this kind of small town where everyone knows each other, where everyone is a star, but we are no one outside the scene, most of us don't really earn much money and live with our parents. we were the weird kids at high school and still when we're in the tube people look at us because we dress and look strange. we are still the weird kids, we forget about the world outside the underground, we are still the weird kids, why do you envy us. 1 comment|post comment

inheritance [20 May 2007|10:07pm] i was looking through the window and i saw the light on her kitchen turned on. we live so close to each other and we haven't met since new year's eve, when we just sat and talked and played the mixtapes i had made for her years ago. if i die i want her to own my records. post comment

to liverpool [29 Dec 2006|11:30pm] what i liked was running through the airport alone, despite my being terrified, i felt free like i do only when i'm scared to death. what i liked was the excitement of taking off for the first time and the girl beside me ordering whiskey and carefully placing it into her bag, then falling asleep for the whole flight. what i liked was the man behind me who asked me if he snored and who actually did. what i liked was waking up in liverpool when everyone was out at college and walking the streets alone until i memorized them. what i liked was standing in front of the dj at the virgin store, and him happy to see someone had finally noticed him. what i liked was all the british houses i could see from my window on the train to manchester and the lovely lady who made me fill in a survey about the national railroad system. what i liked was bold street with its fancy and expensive shops and taking all the fliers in them, and that place in topshop no one paid attention to and was lovely. what i liked was the unbelievable graveyard and the chorus rehershal in a psychedelic church, with its couple of men hiding playing the trumpet. what i liked was dancing like mad and people liking me and walking home with a girl i'll probably won't see anymore, which is a shame. what i liked was crossing the airport control without a passport and with exceeding hand luggage, offering cookies at everyone, and the staff smiling at me and being the kindest because i guess i looked so harmless. what i liked was random people helping me with my exceeding luggage. what i liked, again, was the thrill of taking off, and that man beside me drawing and writing something like chemistry or physics formulae. what i liked was the english landscape getting tinier below me and reading tim burton, roland barthes and seventeen magazine, all while i was eating my cookies. that's what i liked. 5 comments|post comment

Love is nothing but light [14 Nov 2005|07:29pm] i wasn't paying attention to my greek theater teacher today, so i forced myself to write (do something productive for once!) LIGHTHOUSES It's not rum what makes sailors go around leaving women in love with them everywhere. It's practical. Those girls try to hide it layering clothes unsuccessfully. It comes up at night sometimes, in the dark, sometimes salty blue, sometimes wavy white if love is pure enough. Coming from their chests light will guide the sailors. Blood mixed with galaxies a safe light. post comment

FRAGILE handle with care. [29 Aug 2005|04:20pm] post comment

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