EMPTY POCKETS OF A PUNCH DRUNK KID

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{\--the lipless chronicles

je suis une gamine psychedelique,
hold my hand and let's drown together

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the punch drunk kid

i'm THAT kid. the one with the flaming red hair and that smirk on her face

della, sixteen, experimentalist extraordinaire
affectionately twisted :>

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do you belong to a song?;
does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?

{/every inch of me is bruised --

Wednesday, September 24, 2008 ( 9:25 PM )

Film renders visible what we did not, or perhaps even could not, see before its advent. It effectively assists us in discovering the material world with its psychophysical correspondences. We literally redeem this world from its dormant state, its state of virtual nonexistence, by endeavoring to experience it through the camera. - kraucer. I DISAGREE.

books are by far much more effective than cinematic media. so yeah your face my ass kraucer. i don't want to elaborate because i don't want to sound geeky which has been happening much too often for my liking. i sometimes can't stop my mouth from going off or saying a really geeky thing. hahaha. oh well, my true color is showing.

everybody's waiting for a sunny day - mando diao

we're going to Makati to interview a Hotel Manager tomorrow. I have to wake up early because Austa, Mawows and Mela are coming over at about seven am so that we have enough time to curl our hair HAHAHA. yes, we are vain.
i will update soon. very very soon. ciao.

Labels: criticism, makati