Liam: Why are you so delicious? Sophaé: I think the deliciousness comes from the fact that my mother was a tart and my father a fruit cake. As such, I am a fruity tart.
What do you study at uni? I 'study' science at Uni, majoring in Ecology. But 'study' is probably not the right word for it because of all the things I do at Uni, 'study' comes just after being a pirate but before pimping hoes. Word. On a side note, I've been practising saying 'word' at the end of sentences like it ain't no thing. I still sound a little unnatural but I'm confident I will get there.
If you had a unicorn, what would you name it? Would it be a boy or a girl? Would you let me ride it around? Now this unicorn question is particularly appealing to me for I often long to own, if not become, a unicorn. The thing about unicorns, Liam, is they do not have a gender. They do not reproduce in the same way as you or I. They are majestic beings for which sex is an unspoken, filthy and unnecessary act. They're sort of likes the Catholics in that way. I think they divide by mitosis. Anyway back to the question I'd name my unicorn/ my unicorn self Jibbles for an unspecified reason. And yes, you could ride it/me but not in a sexual way. I mean, I like you, but with a unicorn? You're sick if you would even consider it. On a side note, something that has always puzzled me about unicorns is that horn. If they are peaceful and loving creatures then why the horn? From an evolutionary stand point horns are classically a tool for fighting, territory defense, male dominance and war. So why then does the unicorn possess such a structure? A dark past I suggest. A dark past of deeply repressed childhood memories.
What do you like listening to (music wise) at the moment? At the moment I am sitting at Roma St Station and there is a homeless lady with beard, rattling a tambourine and hollering. That's what I'm into right now. I think you really have to go to the streets to hear the city's rhythmic soul. I'm new wave like that.
But you know how the bugs don't kill that autistic kid? Was that because, like, the bugs knew what it was like to be different; to be, considered 'retarded' by society? Because that's what my mum says.
Like I said, saw this movie as a minor. I had to have my mum explain the finer points from this movie concerning murderous mutant bugs. I had a dope childhood.
You know what's mildly devastating?
In 50, maybe 100 years time, someone, somewhere will decide it's time to remake the Harry Potter movies, and I'll be too dead to see them.
It better be possible to watch movies in the afterlife.
Because watching Harry Potter movies is basically hell anyway.
But it's a hellish pain I mildly enjoy. And to miss out on this mild joy would leave me devastated. Mildly.
If you're aiming to look like you're about to murder someone at a house party and wanted to slip by unnoticed and socially irrelevant? Fine. But I'm going to be at that house party, and I'm going to note how fucking slaggy you look and report it to the police.
"It was slag star over there. Case closed" I'll say.
Arica needs to calm the fuck down and look on the bright side; Tooth Fairy cash! Motherfucking $2 or something right there!
Just think about how French to the Bench I'd look with this and that, plus the kitten shirt! Would you just think about that for 45 minutes!?
I can't have coffee now! It's nearly bedtime... and I'm going by this "no more than 3 cups a day" rule. Although I abide by this 3 cup rule, I'm actually just deceiving myself, because I drink out of a tall glass which holds twice the volume of an ordinary coffee mug. But don't tell myself that.
It's actually the only thing keeping me alive; the anticipation of coffee tomorrow morning. Like a kid waking up on Christmas morning I immediately dive for the coffee, sloshing it down my gullet like so many cheaply made, non-toxic plastic finger puppets.
I'm bad at the Christmas analogy because the thrill of Christmas morning does not compare to the joy I feel at the prospect of coffee.
And like an eager orphan who's been adopted by billionaires and is allowed to eat as many toys as he likes, the instant I get that coffee into my hands I care not about savouring it or taking my time to enjoy its rich aroma. No. And then I want another.
ROGER: You're saying that in the entire city of Long Island--
AMANDA: Long Island isn't a city.
ROGER: Fine, Long Island City, whatever--
AMANDA: That also isn't a city.
ROGER: Whatever, my point is--
AMANDA: What is your point?
ROGER: I'm TELLING you my point; my point is--
AMANDA: What's your point already?
ROGER: I'm telling you!
AMANDA: You're pretty worked up.
ROGER: Yeah, I'm worked up.
AMANDA: Do you want to kiss me?
ROGER: Are you kidding me? I want to kiss you on the face.
AMANDA: Then why don't you?
AMANDA: What are you so afraid of?
ROGER: What am I so afraid of? Wow. Um. Looking stupid. Rejection. Dying alone. Global warming. Not living up to my potential. Gradually losing all my friends. Gradually losing all my hair. Having kids who don't love me as much as I love them. My parents getting old. The dentist. Sharks. Settling for a job I don't like. Settling for a wife I don't love. The future in science fiction movies. The future in real life. Anything by Stephen King. Being forgotten after I'm dead. Being forgotten while I'm still alive. Pterodactyl attacks. The government. Fear itself. Spiders. Peaking too early, or too late, or not at all. Never meeting my own impossible standards. Disappointing everyone who loves me. No matter what minor successes I accumulate in my short life, it won't make any difference in the long haul when our entire planet is eaten up by the sun.
AMANDA: Oh. Well, you don't have to be afraid of any of those things.
(ROGER leans in to kiss AMANDA. He is attacked by a PTERODACTYL.)
OR as Lao Tzu says on page 83:
"The movement of the Tao consists in Returning. The use of the Tao consists in the softness.
All things under heaven are born of the corporeal. The corporeal is born of the Incorporeal."
I'ma gunna go kill myself now, Kthnxbai.
After waking up I immediately rushed to the television to watch Ben 10.
I set my alarm for Ben 10 on Saturdays, which, coincidentally or otherwise, is on at 10 o'clock. I'm not sure whether it's intentional, but having a show called Ben 10 on at 10 is just balls out genius in my opinion.
The night before was spent drinking, which makes Ben 10 at 10am but an unattainable luxury. However, if ever in this pickle, I find a Nescafe Caramel Latte sachet and a tablespoonful of a regular instant coffee in a tall glass makes the impossible slightly more achievable.
For the rest of the day I grazed, lunched and dined while intermittently looking at things on the internet, both funny and erotic. I also did 2 loads of washing and hung them out to dry - 1 load nice clothes, the other pyjamas and my underpants.
5. Poppers with realistic fruit skin by Naoto Fukasawa4. This ad featuring Tilda Swinton for Pringle of Scotland
3. Junkie XLft. Steve Aoki - 1967 Poem
2. Edward Maya & Jigulina - Stereo Love ( Massivedrum & Dj Fernando Hit Mix 2010 )
1. Chloe Sevigny speaking about Summer
There is something about this photo of a baby that really resonates with me. Like, it's poignant, ya know?
But let's update you. I've got this anonymous friend who is the bomb. And I couldn't be happier for her at the moment.
She's "dating" this 37 year old (16 years her senior) because she found out he lives in a mansion. There might be other reasons, but I'm pretty sure it's the mansion that really consolidates the relationship, because before we knew he lived in a mansion we only referred to this guy as "the weirdo who comes into her work and presents her with fruit."
It takes guts to stick to your dream of marrying into money. I'm super proud of her honesty regarding her negligible emotional attachment to this man and her tenacity to attempt an empty relationship in the chance of reaping great rewards.
It may sound shallow and yeah, it is. But the pleasure a rich man takes in his association with a younger woman isn't something you can qualify or quantify with your sense of moral decency. It can, however, be measured in gifts; all the expensive gifts she will receive.
Also, I got this mad post about a baby coming up. So stay tuned for that.
If you're looking for something to direct your sarcasm toward, might I suggest this?
I cannot begin to explain the smouldering disdain I feel for it. But maybe I can create a sculpture that will capture its essence. A scupture made from rotting kidneys would be the obvious place to start.
Well they really got the finer details of a heroin user's life down. Ashtray full of cigarette butts, a glass of amber liquid, a human skull, a red lampshade, and what appears to be nunchucks hanging around the door handle.
No drug den would be a drug den without those key things.