Showing posts with label future. Show all posts
Showing posts with label future. Show all posts
Saturday, 15 October 2011
The genesis of art extended...
Can this "creationism" in art be extended and used to the purpose of the fulfilment of the meaning of life? If we create a world of infinite possibility and an everlasting "image" or something thats purpose is to exist can this replace our need to fulfil ourselves through the eternal battle of "survival"? Maybe "artist" can be extended to human and with our power to create some sort of genesis - through the act of genesis (whatever that may be involving) we do not all have to exist solely for the purpose of the continuation of the of the human race but indeed for the continuation of some other futile subject. We as the create can choose to extend ourselves in any kind of creation through the passing on of energy. If we will play our own God and create our worlds own future with any kind of purpose "to be" maybe the role of human can change - on some sort of level - and we wont all be battling for inevitable (Our population is huge) personal survival in human living, breathing, form but just the survival of a part of our soul.
Friday, 7 October 2011
Past, present, future?
I just want to get away from everything.
I am going to crawl in to a box and never get out.
I AM in a box and there is no way out.
Humanity is fucked up.
I used to think I was stronger than this.
I was stronger than this.
I used to think there was a reason why I was obliged to be stronger than this.
That it was right to carry on?
I just don't think there is any point in it anymore.
Whats the point in being strong and moving on, in putting the shit behind you, in fighting, in not letting it get to you - because it doesn't get better.
We are never going to win against this thing called "life".
I don't know why I would keep on going apart from to survive. To live an existence.
I don't want to exist. Exist for what? For the shit and the dirt. Just to be another fucked up human being in a
crumbling, futile world.
Not for this.
I can't get away from myself.
I can't get away from everyone else.
I don't want to be full of this hate.
And so so so so so tired of waiting for it to STOP.
My memory is torturing me.
The present is tiring.
The future is not going to be any better.
I am going to crawl in to a box and never get out.
I AM in a box and there is no way out.
Humanity is fucked up.
I used to think I was stronger than this.
I was stronger than this.
I used to think there was a reason why I was obliged to be stronger than this.
That it was right to carry on?
I just don't think there is any point in it anymore.
Whats the point in being strong and moving on, in putting the shit behind you, in fighting, in not letting it get to you - because it doesn't get better.
We are never going to win against this thing called "life".
I don't know why I would keep on going apart from to survive. To live an existence.
I don't want to exist. Exist for what? For the shit and the dirt. Just to be another fucked up human being in a
crumbling, futile world.
Not for this.
I can't get away from myself.
I can't get away from everyone else.
I don't want to be full of this hate.
And so so so so so tired of waiting for it to STOP.
My memory is torturing me.
The present is tiring.
The future is not going to be any better.
Friday, 29 July 2011
Seperation
I think you know I mean it.
Because everything changes now.
The end of OUR time.
Never alone again.
No endless spaces.
Our past all dried up and cut and tied ends together.
That world before was our universe - we chose to step in or step out but it was always there.
Doesn't exist anymore!
Black holes are your fascination
But the space up their is disappearing faster than you can imagine.
No more living in the stars or being star dust.
I'm optimistic.
I like this newness.
But I am not stupid like you.
Spend too much time thinking and I know this is the end.
It didn't have to be but decisions are only human to get wrong.
You chose to separate you world.
Don't belong anymore.
It is fear. Fear that haunts us.
Gone. No more.
I didn't think it would happen like this.
the breaking of wishes makes life str o n ger.
All I can say
It seems to be fate
No longer combined.
Evermore.
Because everything changes now.
The end of OUR time.
Never alone again.
No endless spaces.
Our past all dried up and cut and tied ends together.
That world before was our universe - we chose to step in or step out but it was always there.
Doesn't exist anymore!
Black holes are your fascination
But the space up their is disappearing faster than you can imagine.
No more living in the stars or being star dust.
I'm optimistic.
I like this newness.
But I am not stupid like you.
Spend too much time thinking and I know this is the end.
It didn't have to be but decisions are only human to get wrong.
You chose to separate you world.
Don't belong anymore.
It is fear. Fear that haunts us.
Gone. No more.
I didn't think it would happen like this.
the breaking of wishes makes life str o n ger.
All I can say
It seems to be fate
No longer combined.
Evermore.
Monday, 25 July 2011
Obvious
Smoke and water in the electric streets
The umbrellas blow your mind.
Mutant skin sticks to sodden sky
The snake wont bite you because it has lost its eye
Shed its scales in dystopia
Puddles piss pools of stars.
The money doesn't matter anymore
The vision is counting down
The yellow mackintosh absorbing air.
Guns blow holes in your heart
The doll feels everything.
The umbrellas blow your mind.
Mutant skin sticks to sodden sky
The snake wont bite you because it has lost its eye
Shed its scales in dystopia
Puddles piss pools of stars.
The money doesn't matter anymore
The vision is counting down
The yellow mackintosh absorbing air.
Guns blow holes in your heart
The doll feels everything.
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Tuesday's thoughts whilst waiting
I think you are going to irritate me for the rest of my life. If you stopped maybe I could stop regretting everything to do with you. I understand the irrational behaviour - I am hardly rational myself - but you seem to have no understanding of an end. Everything ends. Or at least changes. There has to be a point when you say no more. Your unintelligence confuses me. Your childishness makes me angry. Only because I know you have the capability of being more than that. Everyone does. Very little "behaviour" makes me angry to a point where I don't understand but your blindness is too hard for me to comprehend. The frustration is frustrating. It has been going on like this for months. You don't change. How can you not change? It isn't funny or a game - how can you refuse your control? Are you really planning on spending your life like this? Because quite frankly it is ridiculous.
Grey floor.
Are they doing everything they can to make me feel uncomfortable?
Waiting games.
Waiting rooms.
I am staring in to space trying to force a source of inspiration.
Smily girl.
Voice doesn't match the face.
Your job must be such a drone.
I wish I wasn't so scared of doctors.
Maybe I would tell them how I feel.
Sometimes I come close.
But I know it's text book.
What is that fake tree doing in the corner?
Honestly - who makes decisions like this?
I just want to get out of here.
I don't care about the chair.
Cloud music isn't helping.
Not that I feel particularly strongly against it.
It is just hilarious that it is such an obvious but failed institutional choice to create a "pleasant" environment.
My life is my own.
The setting annoys me.
Obviously I am having an annoyed day.
Or just pretending to.
At the end of the day I am the one using the service.
It's just waiting to step out into the real world again.
Not that the street is any more real.
But the sky is.
Sometimes I feel like I am the only person in the world that feels right.
Sometimes I feel like I am the only person in the world that feels wrong.
In reality this doesn't matter. Neither is true.
What ever a feeling is it is transient. We will never know what it means.
What it means to feel.
God it must be so awful for you sitting here with your Bible surrounded by all us degenerate sex crazed scum. It just intrigues me. I assume people like you wouldn't be here. Now I want to know why.
Grey floor.
Are they doing everything they can to make me feel uncomfortable?
Waiting games.
Waiting rooms.
I am staring in to space trying to force a source of inspiration.
Smily girl.
Voice doesn't match the face.
Your job must be such a drone.
I wish I wasn't so scared of doctors.
Maybe I would tell them how I feel.
Sometimes I come close.
But I know it's text book.
What is that fake tree doing in the corner?
Honestly - who makes decisions like this?
I just want to get out of here.
I don't care about the chair.
Cloud music isn't helping.
Not that I feel particularly strongly against it.
It is just hilarious that it is such an obvious but failed institutional choice to create a "pleasant" environment.
My life is my own.
The setting annoys me.
Obviously I am having an annoyed day.
Or just pretending to.
At the end of the day I am the one using the service.
It's just waiting to step out into the real world again.
Not that the street is any more real.
But the sky is.
Sometimes I feel like I am the only person in the world that feels right.
Sometimes I feel like I am the only person in the world that feels wrong.
In reality this doesn't matter. Neither is true.
What ever a feeling is it is transient. We will never know what it means.
What it means to feel.
God it must be so awful for you sitting here with your Bible surrounded by all us degenerate sex crazed scum. It just intrigues me. I assume people like you wouldn't be here. Now I want to know why.
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
To be an artist
To be an artist means I can be everything I ever wanted to be.
I can be an actor, a writer, a dancer, a poet, a performer, a painter, a designer, a muse, a model, a star, a director, a lover, a painter, a singer, a daughter, a mother... and nobody can tell me I am doing it wrong.
I can be an actor, a writer, a dancer, a poet, a performer, a painter, a designer, a muse, a model, a star, a director, a lover, a painter, a singer, a daughter, a mother... and nobody can tell me I am doing it wrong.
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
On being twenty
Yesterday I turned twenty.
Twenty years of life.
Breathing this air.
I don't know how I feel.
I didn't want to be twenty.
It terrified me.
I panicked and broke down the day before.
I don't really know why.
Probably because my 19th birthday was the best day of my life.
Because twenty isn't a teenager anymore.
Because life goes so fast.
Because everything changes.
Everything is transient.
But this isn't a bad thing.
It is just fear.
I remember everything about the last ten years of my life so clearly and sometimes I don't feel like I have changed at all. I know I have. But i am still that girl.
I still feel stuck like that sometimes.
I hated being a teenager.
Or at least I don't think I was very happy.
I didn't feel at one.
Or like I fitted in.
I hated school.
I spent two years in mental hospital.
I was sick.
I was depressed.
I fell in love.
I fell out of love.
I fell in love again.
I went up and I went down.
I ate.
I didn't eat.
I cried.
I cried.
I smiled.
I laughed.
I became and artist.
I became an actor.
I grew.
I travelled.
I drew.
I screamed.
I shouted a lot.
I hurt things.
I got hurt.
I hurt myself.
I haven't spent a day doing nothing.
Apart from when I was forced.
I was imprisoned by others / I was trapped by myself.
I achieved.
I found myself.
I lost myself.
It keeps on going.
I drunk.
I drunk to much.
Had bad sex.
Good sex.
Used sex.
I made friends.
I lost friends.
I learnt to talk.
I learnt to listen.
I watched the world.
I still do.
I am changing.
And trying to change for the better.
Made rules.
Broke rules.
Challenged myself.
Always challenged myself.
Grew selfish.
Cared about others.
Change is permanent.
Fear is hard to overcome.
The future is in my hands.
Who knows what twenty means.
I had a great day.
Twenty years of life.
Breathing this air.
I don't know how I feel.
I didn't want to be twenty.
It terrified me.
I panicked and broke down the day before.
I don't really know why.
Probably because my 19th birthday was the best day of my life.
Because twenty isn't a teenager anymore.
Because life goes so fast.
Because everything changes.
Everything is transient.
But this isn't a bad thing.
It is just fear.
I remember everything about the last ten years of my life so clearly and sometimes I don't feel like I have changed at all. I know I have. But i am still that girl.
I still feel stuck like that sometimes.
I hated being a teenager.
Or at least I don't think I was very happy.
I didn't feel at one.
Or like I fitted in.
I hated school.
I spent two years in mental hospital.
I was sick.
I was depressed.
I fell in love.
I fell out of love.
I fell in love again.
I went up and I went down.
I ate.
I didn't eat.
I cried.
I cried.
I smiled.
I laughed.
I became and artist.
I became an actor.
I grew.
I travelled.
I drew.
I screamed.
I shouted a lot.
I hurt things.
I got hurt.
I hurt myself.
I haven't spent a day doing nothing.
Apart from when I was forced.
I was imprisoned by others / I was trapped by myself.
I achieved.
I found myself.
I lost myself.
It keeps on going.
I drunk.
I drunk to much.
Had bad sex.
Good sex.
Used sex.
I made friends.
I lost friends.
I learnt to talk.
I learnt to listen.
I watched the world.
I still do.
I am changing.
And trying to change for the better.
Made rules.
Broke rules.
Challenged myself.
Always challenged myself.
Grew selfish.
Cared about others.
Change is permanent.
Fear is hard to overcome.
The future is in my hands.
Who knows what twenty means.
I had a great day.
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| Me at twenty |
Sunday, 19 June 2011
You make me more than cry
The star boy in my mind smiles on sound.
Silence glistens as my fractured brain feels whole.
What imagination I must have had to make him live and still the ghost remains?
A spectre of hope – it haunts me.
I cry when I feel what I have lost yet I do not know whether it ever even existed.
The story was there.
Fairytale fiction that found my heart and fixed my thoughts and made me feel free.
Freedom that slowly suffocated my shadow and changed from light to dark in an instant.
Beautiful boy with that pretty face and perfect body that fits just right and closes this space,
In my dreams you still stay,
One day, one day...
One day I will find you and the world will be the right colour again.
To feel found I have to say goodbye.
I miss the kiss. Tears fill my eyes because
I miss the kiss and my face tenses up.
Choking body.
I feel so angry at not knowing what or how or why I feel or why you fucking did this?
Choking frustration at you making this silly little girl so vile.
I want it to be ok.
Live the life...
But we planned so different.
I was the one that believed it. A fault so faultless.. I wish I could be like that again.
I just can't help but hate you.
That star boys ignorance.
You make me more than fucking cry.
Saturday, 21 May 2011
The rapture
Engulfed in blood thirsty painting
The end is the beginning
Red fire and gold stars are the start of the s.eduction.
We didn't believe and we still aren't going to.
Ancinet myth means nothing in this modern lost world.
Time is just a measurement,
Where is the consistency in that?
The scale is no longer important.
Pheonix born again in flames.
This is life.
I am not sitting waiting for stopping or dreading my own destiny.
Whether written or unwritten our fate is lost in the folds of the universe.
Our hands don't belong on the decision,
They never will but that doesn't stop us from choosing which direction to breathe.
Wasting my youth is your needing..
My wildness my heartbeat!
Mistakes just actions and I can't choose to regret when the future looks fucked.
Not that I believe.
What's the point?
That is a joke.
We want to live forever and we will.
At least in fairytales.
The end is the beginning
Red fire and gold stars are the start of the s.eduction.
We didn't believe and we still aren't going to.
Ancinet myth means nothing in this modern lost world.
Time is just a measurement,
Where is the consistency in that?
The scale is no longer important.
Pheonix born again in flames.
This is life.
I am not sitting waiting for stopping or dreading my own destiny.
Whether written or unwritten our fate is lost in the folds of the universe.
Our hands don't belong on the decision,
They never will but that doesn't stop us from choosing which direction to breathe.
Wasting my youth is your needing..
My wildness my heartbeat!
Mistakes just actions and I can't choose to regret when the future looks fucked.
Not that I believe.
What's the point?
That is a joke.
We want to live forever and we will.
At least in fairytales.
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Transcript
Do you feel sick if you can't be with me?
Yes
Do you see me in close up?
Yes
Do you love me?
Obviously
I am sorry.
I don't understand?
Are you in love with me? Please tell me.
You know I am completely in love with you.
Why am I not in love with you anymore? Why are you still in love with me?
Because things like love, desire, wants and needs... they change.
But I used to be in love with you and I don't even know when it stopped.
Probably when you realised there is more to life than love.
But I didn't. I don't think there is. I care about love. I really still want to be in love.
What if I never fall in love again?
You will.
I don't think it is that easy... real love!
Maybe you were never really truly in love with me?
No. No. No. I was very definitely in love with you.
Well ask yourself when was the last time you looked at me and said to your self, fuck I really love this person?
I don't know. Well I do. But the feeling was fleeting and it used to be there all the time. I know when I thought "fuck I love this person" but it isn't the same as thinking "fuck I am in love with tis person and I will be forever and I want nothing else."
I am scared.
Of what?
This.
Yes
Do you see me in close up?
Yes
Do you love me?
Obviously
I am sorry.
I don't understand?
Are you in love with me? Please tell me.
You know I am completely in love with you.
Why am I not in love with you anymore? Why are you still in love with me?
Because things like love, desire, wants and needs... they change.
But I used to be in love with you and I don't even know when it stopped.
Probably when you realised there is more to life than love.
But I didn't. I don't think there is. I care about love. I really still want to be in love.
What if I never fall in love again?
You will.
I don't think it is that easy... real love!
Maybe you were never really truly in love with me?
No. No. No. I was very definitely in love with you.
Well ask yourself when was the last time you looked at me and said to your self, fuck I really love this person?
I don't know. Well I do. But the feeling was fleeting and it used to be there all the time. I know when I thought "fuck I love this person" but it isn't the same as thinking "fuck I am in love with tis person and I will be forever and I want nothing else."
I am scared.
Of what?
This.
Saturday, 19 March 2011
YES
I am no longer going to say NO to anything. I am going to do EVERYTHING. I am going to LIVE. To fill EVERY minute.
NO more SATURDAY nights alone crying with my broken heart.
EVERYone will know the real me... HOWEVER UGLY
I am going to spend MONEY
LIVE
DANCE
DO
push myself
no push myself
taste everything
No more living for THAT happiness
Find NEW happiness / or maybe not just try
I may come out of it with nothing
BUT i need to do this now
IT MAY be an EVITA case.
I am young
Free
SAY YES
See what happens.
I AM not saying it is right.
(p.s no asking for sexual favours!)
NO more SATURDAY nights alone crying with my broken heart.
EVERYone will know the real me... HOWEVER UGLY
I am going to spend MONEY
LIVE
DANCE
DO
push myself
no push myself
taste everything
No more living for THAT happiness
Find NEW happiness / or maybe not just try
I may come out of it with nothing
BUT i need to do this now
IT MAY be an EVITA case.
I am young
Free
SAY YES
See what happens.
I AM not saying it is right.
(p.s no asking for sexual favours!)
Saturday, 8 January 2011
I wrote my destiny in patchwork..
The way we think of ourselves, the way we present ourselves, the way we make oursleves... It is like being trapped. Stuck in the world of our lives. It is fear. Fear of the unexpected or the softening of oneself, of love or change. Fear of it turning out differently. This life we write for ourselves ... is it some kind of prison?
Thursday, 11 November 2010
theatre in subtitle
Last night I set off on another Barbican adventure to see Shun-Kin by Complicite.
A story of blinding light and darkness I really didn't know what I was in for.
The play really hit and touched me on a number of levels.... for a start the very fact that I never imagined it to be NOT IN ENGLISH! shocked me. How narrow minded i am! How lazy! The neon subtitles forced the audience to work hard shifting their gaze from the bright to the dark... minds woking fast trying not to miss a word or a scene. The stark contrat of the modern light and the dakness and ancientness of the story hinting at the complexity of the modern world. The cocoon of electricity playing against the blanket of shadows... which is more repressive?
The story.. one of blindess.. the audiene loosing their language.. the players their sight . A play about a woman's life time- "Shun-KIn" but in reality the story of her guide, slave and lover Sasuke. A story of the senses and of time. What is love? Is it harsh ... S and M? The vunerability and reliance of a master or the utter devotion of a slave?
What is love... to blind one self? Or would you blind yourself for love?
The complexity of love is revealed in its closeness to violence. A beauty or and ugliness who can tell? The story was troubling even at the most basic level but who are we to judge? All our lives are intertwined with darkness and light.
Stemming from traditional Japanese culture it questioned the past and future. What is right and where we are heading. The link betwee technology and the play was obvious... the play was reliant on technology yet it seemed to pity it.
Can we know fully live our lives noticing the magic and loveliness or are we tooo blinded?
Who knows?
What do you think?...
The trailer for the japenense film of the same story (not as stylised)...
... A must watch in Japanese!
A story of blinding light and darkness I really didn't know what I was in for.
The play really hit and touched me on a number of levels.... for a start the very fact that I never imagined it to be NOT IN ENGLISH! shocked me. How narrow minded i am! How lazy! The neon subtitles forced the audience to work hard shifting their gaze from the bright to the dark... minds woking fast trying not to miss a word or a scene. The stark contrat of the modern light and the dakness and ancientness of the story hinting at the complexity of the modern world. The cocoon of electricity playing against the blanket of shadows... which is more repressive?
The story.. one of blindess.. the audiene loosing their language.. the players their sight . A play about a woman's life time- "Shun-KIn" but in reality the story of her guide, slave and lover Sasuke. A story of the senses and of time. What is love? Is it harsh ... S and M? The vunerability and reliance of a master or the utter devotion of a slave?
What is love... to blind one self? Or would you blind yourself for love?
The complexity of love is revealed in its closeness to violence. A beauty or and ugliness who can tell? The story was troubling even at the most basic level but who are we to judge? All our lives are intertwined with darkness and light.
Stemming from traditional Japanese culture it questioned the past and future. What is right and where we are heading. The link betwee technology and the play was obvious... the play was reliant on technology yet it seemed to pity it.
Can we know fully live our lives noticing the magic and loveliness or are we tooo blinded?
Who knows?
What do you think?...
The trailer for the japenense film of the same story (not as stylised)...
... A must watch in Japanese!
Thursday, 5 August 2010
faith in fortune...
faith in future...
It's nice to be told things that give you hope.
I had my tarot read today... very different from the last time... true or not? who knows... i am sceptical but i do beleive in some sort of parth, choice or fate.
This time again it was positive but not associated with my past at all, just my future.
I was told I had no choice.. at the moment I am in the exact place in my life I am meant to be. Many people have options but i am in my perfect path. I have come a long way and I am talented and will be sucssessfull.
I was told I am an artist and I will be well known and shown in big museums (haha)
... follow my gut and have faith in myself.
It was also pointed out that I feel too much and am over emotional but I need this for my work!
As for my "man" apparently this is absoltely right and I should not worry :)!
All very nice and supportive to hear!hmmmmmmmm....
It's nice to be told things that give you hope.
I had my tarot read today... very different from the last time... true or not? who knows... i am sceptical but i do beleive in some sort of parth, choice or fate.
This time again it was positive but not associated with my past at all, just my future.
I was told I had no choice.. at the moment I am in the exact place in my life I am meant to be. Many people have options but i am in my perfect path. I have come a long way and I am talented and will be sucssessfull.
I was told I am an artist and I will be well known and shown in big museums (haha)
... follow my gut and have faith in myself.
It was also pointed out that I feel too much and am over emotional but I need this for my work!
As for my "man" apparently this is absoltely right and I should not worry :)!
All very nice and supportive to hear!hmmmmmmmm....
Thursday, 24 June 2010
the road
ther are many kinds of roads. maybe we wont encounter them all...
this one scared me
our future is so unkown and their are so many dystopian possibilites. Our society is narrowly balncing and it could so easily be tipped over. The prospect is disturbing and we have to ask ourselves how humanity would cope or even what humanity means? Do we know ourseves and are people good or evil? naturally) What is the fre...and what do children mean. Even what life is worth living...
Now I must read the book
this one scared me
our future is so unkown and their are so many dystopian possibilites. Our society is narrowly balncing and it could so easily be tipped over. The prospect is disturbing and we have to ask ourselves how humanity would cope or even what humanity means? Do we know ourseves and are people good or evil? naturally) What is the fre...and what do children mean. Even what life is worth living...
Now I must read the book
Monday, 14 June 2010
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
I want to fuck you as had as I can...
I cant help my self
I'm in love,
And when i get back from outter space
I'm gonna punch him in his face
If he's the moon
Then I'm eclipsed
I'm so lunar yeah when I get to him
I'll run him over with my rocket ship.
My eyeliner runs in constellations
For you dear
If only I could reboot my mechanical heart
I'd think clear
Baby I'm feeling so out of this world,
Baby with you I'm a different girl
Ohhh, ohhh, ohh you're my future love.
Baby could we make a home in the stars
Baby somewhere in a galaxy far
Ohh, ohhh, ohh you're my future love
Ohohohoh, I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love,
Would you be my fu-fu-fu-fu future love
I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
Would you be my fu-fu-fu future man
I wanna fu- fuck you as hard as I can
Would you be in my fu- future plans
I want a fu-fu-fu future man.
I've been working and engineering
All our chemistries and our situations
Working out our sex equations,
And I know I'm no Nostradamus, yeah
Cause my hair is blond but my heart's brunette
If I'm not on que then at least I'm honest
My mascara runs in constellations
For you dear, my dear
If only I could outer space my brain
For a minute
I'd think clear (I love you so much)
Baby I'm feeling so out of this world,
Baby with your I'm a different girl
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh you're my future love.
Baby could we make a home in the stars
Baby somewhere in a galaxy far
Ohh, ohhh, ohh you're my future love
Ohohohoh, I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love,
Would you be my fu-fu-fu-fu future love
I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
Would you be my fu-fu-fu future man
I wanna fu- fuck you as hard as I can
Would you be in my fu- future plans
I want a fu-fu-fu future man.
If you could only take me in
To a place we've never been
He is so unreal yeah!
He's a mannequin
A synthetic, plastic, rubber man
And I'm relying on, on a shooting star
To get to you my future love ah ah
He's my rubber hunk, my mechanic guy
And I'm stuck in his metal rubber ey-ey-ey-eyes!
Rubber ey-ey-ey-eyes!
My future guy
I'm in love,
And when i get back from outter space
I'm gonna punch him in his face
If he's the moon
Then I'm eclipsed
I'm so lunar yeah when I get to him
I'll run him over with my rocket ship.
My eyeliner runs in constellations
For you dear
If only I could reboot my mechanical heart
I'd think clear
Baby I'm feeling so out of this world,
Baby with you I'm a different girl
Ohhh, ohhh, ohh you're my future love.
Baby could we make a home in the stars
Baby somewhere in a galaxy far
Ohh, ohhh, ohh you're my future love
Ohohohoh, I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love,
Would you be my fu-fu-fu-fu future love
I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
Would you be my fu-fu-fu future man
I wanna fu- fuck you as hard as I can
Would you be in my fu- future plans
I want a fu-fu-fu future man.
I've been working and engineering
All our chemistries and our situations
Working out our sex equations,
And I know I'm no Nostradamus, yeah
Cause my hair is blond but my heart's brunette
If I'm not on que then at least I'm honest
My mascara runs in constellations
For you dear, my dear
If only I could outer space my brain
For a minute
I'd think clear (I love you so much)
Baby I'm feeling so out of this world,
Baby with your I'm a different girl
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh you're my future love.
Baby could we make a home in the stars
Baby somewhere in a galaxy far
Ohh, ohhh, ohh you're my future love
Ohohohoh, I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love,
Would you be my fu-fu-fu-fu future love
I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
Would you be my fu-fu-fu future man
I wanna fu- fuck you as hard as I can
Would you be in my fu- future plans
I want a fu-fu-fu future man.
If you could only take me in
To a place we've never been
He is so unreal yeah!
He's a mannequin
A synthetic, plastic, rubber man
And I'm relying on, on a shooting star
To get to you my future love ah ah
He's my rubber hunk, my mechanic guy
And I'm stuck in his metal rubber ey-ey-ey-eyes!
Rubber ey-ey-ey-eyes!
My future guy
Friday, 9 April 2010
Freedom
It is hard to loose a love
It's letting go of past that seem so present,
Dispersion of a precious prescence, emotional energy...
Can it save your life?
But love doesn't dissapear it moves on.
The world still suks in the energy and seeps it out; released again.
Not losing a love means not living,
There is so mch much more to love and you have freedom.
It's letting go of past that seem so present,
Dispersion of a precious prescence, emotional energy...
Can it save your life?
But love doesn't dissapear it moves on.
The world still suks in the energy and seeps it out; released again.
Not losing a love means not living,
There is so mch much more to love and you have freedom.
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
It's something we are intimately involved with; the reshaping of the reshaping of the human body by modern technology.
Vaughan unfolded to me all his obsessions with the mysterious eroticism of wounds: the perverse logic of blood-soaked instrument panels, seat-belts smeared with excrement, sun-visors lined with brain tissue...
sex + technology = the future
sex + technology = the future
Thursday, 25 February 2010
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