Canadian.

I am a temporary Canadian now, with no time on my hands.

Await updates.

pearly whites.

whatever is making this wine "hippy", I AM PLEASED BY.

pearly whites.

good times.

I am getting so sick of being treated like dirt.

That's all.

playlist.

Strange kind of feels unguided

I think the voice of life went
It went bang bang in my head
And now it's just a little exciting
Like more than perfect timing
It goes bang bang in my head

And in this moment I'm just a little weak
And in this moment I cannot quite find my feet
And in this moment I could see this day leave me
And in this moment I'm wandering effortlessly
And in this moment I have questions burning
They go bang bang in my head

And so I will not deny this
Not even try and fight it
It goes bang bang in my head
Like that, that the fever takes hold
And the peoples hands go
They go bang bang in my head

And in this moment I'm just a little weak
And in this moment I cannot quite find my feet
And in this moment I could see this day leave me
And in this moment I'm wandering effortlessly
And in this moment i have questions burning
They go bang bang in my head 

 

 

playlist.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me, let's me see

As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn beyond the lines of reason
Push the envelope, watch it bend

Over thinking, over analyzing, separate the body from the mind
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment, drawing way outside the lines

Black then white are all I see in my infancy
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me, let's me see
There is so much more and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities

As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn outside the lines of reason
Push the envelope, watch it bend

Over thinking, over analyzing, separate the body from the mind
Withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind

Feed my will to feel this moment
Urging me to cross the line
Reaching out to embrace the random
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come

I embrace my
Desire to
I embrace my
Desire to
Feel the rhythm, to
Feel connected
Enough to step aside and
Weep like a widow, to
Feel inspired, to
Fathom the power, to
Witness the beauty, to
Bathe in the fountain, to
Swing on the spiral, to
Swing on the spiral, to

Swing on the spiral of
Our divinity and
Still be a human

With my feet upon the ground I move myself between the sounds
And open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin
I'm reachin' up and reachin' out, I'm reachin' for the random or
Whatever will bewilder me, whatever will bewilder me
And following our will and wind, we may just go where no one's been
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been

Spiral out
Keep going
Spiral out
Keep going
Spiral out
Keep going
Spiral out!
Keep going 

pearly whites.

could've eaten it all.

nothing flash.

 

...the fuck you lookin at??

creeper in my yard.

pearly whites.

have needed a lot of cheering up today.

 

 

pearly whites.

		Nutella is a perfect butter substitute, especially for chocoholics.
		Spread bread with Nutella all over.
		Sprinkle with 100's & 1000's.
		Cut into fingers (or soldiers). This is the only other acceptable way to cut your bread.

city & colour.

city & colour.

amazing.

just...amazing.

also, the bearded guy had a crack, using the pick up line "I have a fake leg"

...it's all true.

apologies for the token drunk shots.
but fuck off, I was drunk.

playlist.

Out for blood! Wanted by the cops for grave robberies.Cannibalistic sickos let loose on the streets.
With a taste for fear and a lust for blood.
See the whites of our eyes you better fucking run.
Lurking where it's cold and dark.
Just waiting for young couples to park.
Car door unlocked was your first mistake.
Don't turn around cause' we're eating your boyfriends brains.
We prowl the streets filled with rage.
We're scumbags returned from the grave.
We fuck up everything in sight.
The ghouls come out at night.
Paranoid sittin' in a deep sweat.
Fiending for the taste of raw flesh.
The scent of fear excites us.
Driven by an insatiable blood lust.
Motherfuckers beware cause' we're sick.
Dead heads and frogs legs mmmm cake mix!
Why are you laughing? This ain't a joke.
Step to the dead walk and have your ghetto pass revoked.
Out for blood! Father forgive me for I have sinned.
I've consumed the flesh of human beings.

muse.

I am loving this guys artwork.

http://iainmacarthur.carbonmade.com/

loving.

playlist.

[George]
Old man sits at his desk
One year from retirement,
And he's up for review
Not quite sure what to do
Each passing year
The workload grows

[Dallas]
I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
For things to come my way
It always ends up the same
(Count your blessings)
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise
(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

[George]
Poor little tin man still swinging his axe,
Even though his joints are clogged with rust

[Wade]
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away
Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day
(Count your blessings)
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away
Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late
(Count your blessings on one hand)

[Dallas]
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

[George]
Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day
There's no loyalty and no remorse
Youth sold for a pension cheque
And it makes him fucking sick
He's heating up, he can't say no

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)[x4]

[Dallas]
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight,
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.
(So wait up)
So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die
Wait up for me
Wait up for me
Wait up for me

The boiling frog story is a widespread anecdote describing a frog slowly being boiled alive. The premise is that if a frog is placed in boiling water, it will jump out, but if it is placed in cold water that is slowly heated, it will not perceive the danger and will be cooked to death. The story is often used as a metaphor for the inability of people to react to significant changes that occur gradually; with the upshot being that people should make themselves aware of gradual change lest they suffer eventual undesirable consequences. This may be in support of a slippery slope argument. It is also used to illustrate the idea that change needs to be gradual to be accepted.

pearly whites.

the best dessert.  ever.

pearly whites.

I buy my own flowers.

But my boy provides me with so much more.

a bit jelly.

playlist.

Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless gray
On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know
Stiffend wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It's the last time you will
Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

also...

I also have a tumblr blog.

That site has so many zombie loving freaks on it.

http://belledahlia.tumblr.com/

so, I took photos at its funeral.

real.

oh, sorry, I missed the message about having to be a stick insect to be deemed:
"acceptable looking"; "beautiful".

here's my real life girly body.