Catch for us, the foxes.

elianaaa @ 2007-08-03T19:24:00

2007-08-03T09:36:12Z

lately i have become such a misfit. i love it.

elianaaa @ 2007-07-29T14:22:00

2007-07-29T04:45:14Z

this is the generation making mistakes, while longing trying to find an identity. or rather, giving off a phoney one is cover up of its desperation.

i have been direly yearning for some things lately-

surrealism
surreal art
surreal life
is what i want.

i need to know everything about the evolution of speechbaloons. i have this funny feeling its gonna lead somewhere. where, i do not know. but somewhere, defs.

i also would like a paper dress, with bob dylan printed on it.

mummy my iron table is down, where are my tablets?

sia is good, her videos, they're good. i am mildly impressed.

these days, one things seems to stem to another, culture overpower. at times, i need to press home.
have been discovering possessions of my grandfathers' under the stairs of a time, of a place, that has been lost.

am wanting to get white-blonde bob cut.
thinking i should
probs wont
but defs want

which i will team with winged eyeliner, and my bob dylan paper dress.
EDIE I LOVE YOU
ASH I J'ADORE FOR REBOOTING THIS LOVE AFFAIR
man we belong at studio 54
so pull up a groove and gehht farbulass dazz.

THIS IS A HAPPENING

2007-07-29T03:52:25Z

i stood there, the pressure of the hot water pouring thick and fast over me, just as the most pristine wonderings pounded on me ever so densely. surges of comtemporary, unknown thought fell right upon me, and as i rushed here after hastily drying the hair, limbs, and an odd bodily section here and there, i completely forget everything that i was so eager to jot down. now i am le angry. you should feel some regret too. there were some pretty marvellous ponderings happenings there that you will have most likely stolen and put on your myspace. its fine, im used to it.

oh well.
i talked to jesus..
he says im ok.

art project of long gone

sif id usualz do dis. howevs harry potter is tomorrow, + time is passing ever so slowly.

2007-07-20T12:04:37Z

20 secrets about 20 people.

1. I cant stand to be near you, you sicken me, i hate your voice, i hate your face and i hate the way you present yourself. please, for your own duty, clean yourself up, chin up, and get back down to the fucking ground

2. You, you, yes you, are the only thing i would ever need. our love is past platonic, and i know people are jelous of it. i love you partner in crime. love, mrs doyle

3. You always get in the fucking way, thanks a bit for blemishing and dirtying it all. i almost hate you, and you'll never know it

4. I like to watch you but i'll never talk to you

5. You bring out the worst in me, and i love it. verbal abuse suddenly got fun

6. I admire you like no other, your intellect, wit + sadism honestly astounds me to such a high degree. i love you, even though we have never talked in person. i want to be you, mzzz school cap'n '07

7. ... i like you these days. :) respect

8. I love you. i am so certain we were surgically seperated at birth, we are too alike. nothing could beat our conversations on drag queens, culture and daniel radcliffe's pencil, ahaha. you are such a kindred spirit, am so thankful that i got to know you.

9. Once again, i love you too. you are way savage, so mental, so funny. you bring the light, my pretty!

10. I used to be mildly-severly obsessed with you, but now you work at mcdonalds and are mildly-severly funny looking

11. You look funny too. most spesh in your silly sweater. ahaah. hanky panky!

12. It's sickeningly sad that you got with number 11, because i respect you so dearly, and not him. you, unlike him, have a mind, not to mention a heart. you have no idea how direly i want to pick your brain.

13. You have no precedent.. there is no one like you. you fucking feral, ahah. i adore you beyond belief, its true. i always want to protect you, although there is no needz what-so-evs. you my drear, are humerous, smart, dumb, witty, and ridiculously good looking. i just wish you recognised your strengths at times, dig

14. Let your freak flag fly motherfucker! your dry sense of humour, its superiorz

15. You brought a charm into my life that will never detatch itself

16. I always thought you were way too good for me, way too gorgeous and rad. really. i think that everything between us is so familiar, that we've always been tight. our minds are on the same level, we have so so so much in common. i honestly worship the ground you walk on, you are the best thing thats happened to me lately. what edie is to you, you are to me.

17. You are the moonlight of my life.. i can read you like a book, although i must say id be pretty normal if it weren't for you. i love you

18. I miss paying out people with you.. come home, pull up a groove and lets git fonky.

19. I could write a fair few paragraphs on how you intrigue me so. i'll say, as much as i try to impress you, to make you see me as only the best, i know my efforts are in vain. you are way to self-absorbed, and i dig it. you are so dope. quite literally infact. haa. you are the oddest speciman of man i have ever encountered. thank you for my A+.

20. You are quite possibly the most fabulous gay boy i've known, and i've met a fair few in my time. soul mates, lyyk 4lyyyyf

21. I hope you wither away to nothing, you deserve not one fibre or ounce of anyone, and everyones efforts or thoughts.

meow

i defy

2007-07-17T08:39:21Z

Paris
no London
no Tokyo
no Paris

Anywhere please
Anywhere but here

Every arugement
Every kiss
Is about love.

And im scared

Im too restless for my own good
aim for the next two hours:
create some nifty artworks
on the pages of a worn book

speak to me, warhol.

2007-07-17T08:36:58Z

today = choice

i saw an orginal wig that the one and only Warhol wore back in his hey-day. thought it was super rad, not many other people did.

good rye.

EAT MY FUCK BITCH!

ill do graffiti if you speak to me in french

2007-07-05T12:56:49Z

im almost eighteen. hard for someone to fathom how much regret and guilt im riddled with. there are countless people who have changed and morphed the world even before they turned said dreaded age. but why does that bother me? i dont want to change the world. fuck that, no way. all i want to do, all i feel compelled to do, is remind the inhabitants of this planet what we had, what we created. the world is ending so soon, i believe this, and it will eventually be the notion that will lead to my phychological downfall, who knows, years or even months away. yet im still sitting here, having moved nothing but a mere few souls. ah, in a few months i will be out of this crippling town and poppin and lockin. for real.
nothings new. i want to be a modern genius, compared to the minds of anyone who ever swept through Warhols shadow.. maybe, maybe even Warhol himself. but, nothings new. im nothing new. i want to find it. actually, pretty motherfucking sure i will find it.
over and out.

no bra = saggy

2007-06-27T08:26:32Z

Saggy is no longer daggy....
This isn't for the kids who wear their trousers baggy.....
Battle rap is dead...

faggy!

elianaaa @ 2007-06-18T21:22:00

2007-06-18T11:28:40Z

i dont think i can really describe the extent of my love for fischerspooner.

casey spooner - i will turn you straight. we will be husband and wife. you will not look at another man again.

elianaaa @ 2007-06-13T23:55:00

2007-06-13T13:57:13Z

How come no one told me
All throughout history
The loneliest people
Were the ones who always spoke the truth?

prom.

2007-06-13T11:31:43Z

so my senior prom [or as australians call it.. "The Formal" blah] is a year and a half away. but anyway im still preparing. my dress will be courtesy of Wheels + Dollbaby, my jewellery, Chanel. ive got it all sorted. so you better realize before i pa-ra-lyse.

oldy foldy. so my dress options.

The Sex Goddess Dress

The President Dress, black

tha roksss.

from ebay! $400. $$$

this is US$455. eek. but so beautiful.

talllk about cream the jeans!
xo.

little wing

2007-06-11T12:21:37Z

you know, its funny how much i try to contradict myself against cliched ideals. and yet here i am, more cliched than gay man in PVC.

a sylph-like wonder, my friend?

2007-06-11T04:59:45Z

weee

weapon of choice

2007-06-11T01:51:22Z

im growing weary.
its too much.
freedom would be nice.

new hiptop.
new camera.
new hair.
new everything, very soon.
CURRENTLY-

Adoring winter.Sleeping.Editing.Dancing.Digging Yeah Yeah Yeahs.Slappin up tix for festivals.Walking.Scanning web for retro clips,people,clothes.French films.Painting.Post-it noting.Procrastinating.Dreaming.Pocky.Hello Panda.Drawing.Making films.Baking.

Can you feel my eyes on the back of you?

elianaaa @ 2007-06-10T23:09:00

2007-06-10T13:11:56Z

Everything you’ve always wanted to say to a Japanese person but didn’t quite know how:

Sakana niwa te mo ashi mo arimasen
Fish have neither hands nor feet

Shininni kuchi nashi
Dead people can’t talk

elianaaa @ 2007-06-10T00:39:00

2007-06-09T14:40:00Z

Please, i do beg- take no notice of this current layout. 'tis foul, and will be changed as soon as i get my shit together.

in the meantime-

Clad in metal, proud
No mere salt-curing for you
You are not bacon

And who dares mock Spam?
You? you? you are not worthy
Of one rich pink fleck

Silent, former pig
One communal awareness
Myriad pink bricks

Twist, pull the sharp lid
Jerks and cuts me deeply but
Spam, aah, my poultice

Can of metal, slick
Soft center, so cool, moistening
I yearn for your salt

Blue can of steel
What promise do you hold?
Salt flesh so ripe

Grotesque pinkish mass
In a blue can on a shelf
Quivering alone

Like some spongy rock
A granite, my piece of Spam
In sunlight on my plate

Oh Argentina!
Your little tin of meat soars
Above the pampas

The color of Spam
is natural as the sky:
A block of sunrise

Little slab of meat
In a wash of clear jelly
Now I heat the pan

Oh tin of pink meat
I ponder what you may be:
Snout or ear or feet?

In the cool morning
I fry up a slab of Spam
A dog barks next door

Slicing your sweet self
Salivating in suspense
Sizzle, sizzle..Spam

Pink beefy temptress
I can no longer remain
Vegetarian

Cold, Pink, gelatinous mass,
The potted meat for which I crave,
Warns of impending earthquake.

Ears, snouts and innards,
A homogeneous mass.
Pass another slice.

Pink tender morsel,
Glistening with salty gel.
What the hell is it?

Cube of cold pinkness
Yellow specks of porcine fat.
Give me a spork please.

Old man seeks doctor.
"I eat SPAM daily", he says.
Angioplasty.

Delighted!
I am flattered
And overwhelmed to Pink.

Watch the pink slab fry
Its grease can lubricate eggs
Get ketchup ready

Spam on Wonder bread
He's allergic to sulfites
Hives come after lunch

Pressed, the cold slice soothes
Eye, a black-and-blue shiner
Spam, what useful stuff

Highly unnatural,
The tortured shape of this "food".
A small pink coffin.

Parts of pigs o' plenty.
Sumptuous feet and tails,
Rub amber gel through hair.

You don't want to know,
What they put in that tin can
It's scary to think.

Drop a pig in a blender,
Add salt and dye:
The recipe for Spam.

Have you ever lost anything
It's in that one little can,
Of Spam.

In the same manner as we,
lick envelopes to seal them,
cows lick Spam.

Did you ever wonder,
Where rats go when they die?
Spam knows where they go.

weapon of choice

2007-06-09T13:45:23Z

why do i blog?

such a waste of time.