Here's a boat.

An island in and of yourself

you would like to fancy that as truth, although seemingly so

we both know, at best, it's rhetoric you read in the back of a magazine you happen to come upon by chance while waiting for your shrink appointment.

I appreciate your valiant efforts to remain sick and implementing a never ending system of foraging for sympathy in the most obvious of ways to everyone but you.
You don't need it...................
it's already there.

Art. Duds. Upanishad attitude.

Amandah Andersson

MOMA
1 West 53 Street
NYC
Cindy Sherman
February 26–June 11, 2012

I leave the responsibility of widening the wake a bit in your qualified hands. Do yourself a solid and make a dreamer proud, one close to you.
You may not be able to again, those expectations are fierce and fleeting.
Who's to say you'll live up to it all?
XO

Brookdale's Isecure Elite and Dresses I will take your life for.

Setareh Mohtarez

So I have been "cordially" (Brookdale's paper bull) to attend some scholarship soiree that is mandatory dress up accompanied by individual photos of you and said donors. Isn't this a little fucking garish? I mean, if you were a person that was in the position to dole out scholarships, wouldn't you want to never meet the recipient, much less have a public and well documented display of ego inflating?!
If this was me, the donor, I would want to NEVER meet the person I had helped. I would feel that they would feel obligated to provide some false sense of smoke blowing just to appease me and my bunches of dollars that helped poor little down trodden you. I believe it to be bollocks and do not think I am wrong in this. To make matters worse, there is a looming sense of, if you DON'T go, your future scholarships may hang in the balance. You are also required throughout the year to write these brave chumps thank you letters in which in the initial notification letter, they inform you that if you fail to produce this "thank you" letter, your future scholarships will be in jeopardy. WTF?
I find this all to be unbelievable. Is the esteem of these insecure donors as such that they require this amount of validation on a public level? How about your thank you is my continued commitment to getting good grades and being a constant on the Dean's List? I am whipping up a death in the family as we speak, as to avoid this shit show. But the man may con me into the carrot , being as how said carrot has been replaced with possible scholarship loot. Mother fuckers. Stay tuned.

It's Never as Quite as you Thought it would Be.

WES GORDON SPRING 2012

Ronson & Other.

Charlotte Ronson FALL 2012

Busy and bleeding, bleeding and busy.
Acing this, neglecting that.
Not wanting anyone but you
they are trying to become real, advance in a way that supersedes my sensibilities
Walking on all of the cracks and none of the mass
Nothing to do with grit
Everything to do with timing.
2 pairs of eyes bore into 2 pair of eyes
not more or less.
Just you, just you
Won't let them in, not even for a second
they are bound for other rocky stints I want no part of.
Uphill will keep them at bay
softer and easier will keep them.
I m waving at you always.

PARKCHOONMOO & Loss Upon Loss.

PARKCHOONMOO 2012 Spring.

You know, it's an odd feeling to be an addict in recovery. An odd challenge you're faced with. People come and go in meetings; you see them and then you don't. When a bunch of junkies are trying to stay clean, you are bound to have some fatalities. Be that as it may, it seems that there has been ALOT lately. Even if you didn't know the person on an intimate level, it becomes a family/team effort in sticking together and is devastating when we "lose one." It almost seems for me personally, that with outsiders, non addicts, associates, elder family members etc.. I have become slightly jaded. Death is always in your face and never far away from you when you have a hovering and patient monkey brooding over your livelihood, but it seems difficult for me to emote with those above mentioned but very easily felt for my kind, inner circle folk and ANY animal I come across. I have shed more tears over the fate of a deer running across Highway 35 than some people that have passed in my life. I know that sounds thoroughly fucked and maybe it is.

Be that as it may, it never gets easier with people afflicted in "our" (addicts) way. It never doesn't hurt that another addict couldn't get or stay on the wagon. The death toll that overdosing is racking up is inconceivable and hellacious. I prefer it not to be this way.