I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"

Welcome to my Journal. IGNORE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, or become my Editor


You're as Cold as Ice

download full song: Boppernation

I know a lot of Fakers and Flakers. Santa Barbara blondes, that aren't blonde astound me. Superficial, social climbing bitchy monkeys define the rest of Thee.

Ungrateful people who have been given the world, fuck things up on their own and scapegoat the wolf, we laugh at thee.

On a Positive Note: I've met a couple real people in the mist of Santa Barbara fog, 'the rest of you assholes can kiss my white ass.'

Some of you are lesbians. We know this. Not trying to be sexist in any nature..just being real. In this business I've learned to take NOTHING personal..sometimes I lose myself in emotions and surrender for a second, stoop to your level and apologize for financing and creating the Dream, opening your eyes to the world....

But for those of who can't seem to see it past those Dior shades...while your another speck in the dimmed out stars of the world..the ones that we can see only on clear nights and just barely..you aren't part of any Constellation and I am done trying to explain myself or give you any consultation.

FACT: YOU have problems, YOU need to sort them out. DONT involve me in them. I am here to have fun, be a Super Nova after burning Inside the Sun. No more self pity bullshit. I am simply having fun.


Santa Barbara Blondes

To: the invisible liberty of patronizing agony.
CC: the director of Self Pity.

We have not won, we have not lost, we are not done, but we must stop. It isn't anything personal, prejudice or purposely ridiculous. I am just sick of the strangeness and driven to madness by the boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, predictable, sameness.


p.s. "Life is a playground and I want someone to play with"



Sorry the world is so painful, but if you let me I promise I would be your feathers.

Together we'd fly into the sun only to melt like wax and plummet.

After I took you so high and low, would you only remember the ground and forget to thank me?

The Truth

I imagine Panda meat contains the texture of Pork, the richness of Duck & the mental uplifting superiority of any blood diamond..because in the end as human beings, there is nothing more rewarding than acting like the most dominant species on the planet.


Quiet Noize

The Inkwell is completely dried up. I need to be inspired.

I Wish I could tell you there is more to life than this vacant parking lot.
Occasionally a nice view emerges, an orgasm is reached, but everything always ends.
Destructively beautiful, expelling toxic radiation, consume at your own risk.
Everyone loves me from a distance, what is it I miss

Answer: Consume the Drug called Music and quit being such a bitch. Get off your ass and make things happen. Don't join the millions of those who do nothing and the billions who dream and talk about big things, but make nothing happen.

awaiting another visual dream, need a new muse, and enjoying new friendships


Coma Reality

"Do I believe in God, Do I believe in Me, Controversy"

Welp, back to reality again. I got to share the fantasy world with another, but at the expense of my dear friends relationship. It is hard to enjoy, reminisce on anything positive after so much negativity.

I spent yesterday sick and feeling like shit, I wasn't alone though. Anyways, the balance of life. I wear my insides out, so my bipolar disorder is just as present in me as it is in my life. Extreme Highs with Extreme Lows. The Nature's Zen is doing some wonder, but I'm worried it's making me a bit emotional. Although I've accomplished a lot relationship wise with my mother, we've kind of been butting heads. (AW how cute)

This is totally just a journal entry, so for those of you who like to live my life or simply just checking in to make sure I'm OK. Alls well. I feel much better today. Building my setlist for this saturday, I will be DJing along with my brother. And yup there it is. Talking to myself, my favorite pastime.


lost in translation

Miscommunication is a funny concept.
Brett Easton Ellis's book 'rules of attraction'
illustrates this clearly.