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There's no time to explain. My name is Jack Bauer and I need to make love in this club. ...RIGHT NOW!

*Evacuate the dancefloor*

Emotional Landscape:
crazy crazy
Musicality of the Moment:
Lovr in this club, Evacuate the dancefloor
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Dear costume designers and digital artists,

Colouring two tiny spandex nipple coverings and a g-string with a simple pattern is not a female version of whatever costume/character you're inspired by.

Simply because the string bikini is green camouflage does not make the costume a "female commando"

Simply because it's silver does not make it a "sexy cyborg" costume.

Now I'm not saying a bikini can't be an element of the costumes you want to make. But on their own, they seem ...incomplete to generously say the least. I suppose you could add ...bikini model to the end of the costume name, but even then it doesn't always work. I'd want a "cyborg bikini model" to have some leds and maybe some metal/plastic plating etc...

Simply because the girl in the lingerie wears a fireman hat does not make her a firewoman. A firewoman who has lost her clothes maybe. Which is fine...

It really is if that's what you're going for. I mean, I love skimpy bikinis I do, but if you're telling me as an artist who was asked to design a vampiress.. your best idea with all of the potential that exists, the most creative and interesting choice you can make to share something with the world is ... take the commando bikini and paint it black. In response, I must say what the hell is going on?

I know the female body is a wonderful thing, but seriously? Is there a fabric shortage? Did you buy pencils that can't draw clothes? How do they make those?

I certainly don't know. Sammy Samson I am ...signing off.
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Do all werewolves have a thing for caffeine? or is that just a pattern I'm sensing?
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In order to aid in personal growth I will not be checking LJ regularly for the next while.
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With thanks to a fictional character from a tv series that told me something important about heroes.
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I don't think you know who you're dealing with.




Exploring:
Innerspace
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One emo post avoided, thanks to my ever inventive subconscious that seems to have been working on a new form for me in the background. I'm not sure how long this has been in active development  but at least months, possibly years. It appears I've spared no expense either.

Reactive and reflexive deployment  seems to be only one of many tricks its/I'm capable of.

Well done me.

*continues test flight*

Emotional Landscape:
quixotic quixotic
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Up and down like a see saw
Coast along with no real cause
Tranquilized by the scenery
Hypnotized so easily

I used to dream about everything in colour
Now it seems it's only black & white
I used to drive fast cars in the summer
Now everything I do
There's nothing good to sing about

I'm going out tonight
Crowd surfing until daylight

Cash crops are down again
I only wish I had a real friend
Grass is growing in the backyard
Thinking clear is getting so hard

I used to dream about everything in colour
Now it seems it's only black & white
I used to drive fast cars in the summer
Now everything I do
There's nothing good to sing about

I'm going out tonight
Crowd surfing until daylight

I'm going out tonight
Crowd surfing until daylight

Going nowhere
Really don't care
Take me for a ride

I used to dream about everything in colour
Now it seems it's only black & white
I used to drive fast cars in the summer
Now everything I do, everything I do
There's nothing good to sing about

I'm going out tonight
Crowd surfing until daylight
Exploring:
The Labyrinth
Emotional Landscape:
anxious anxious
Musicality of the Moment:
Crowd Surfing - Dunk
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Isn’t it interesting: when things seems so dark and foreboding and so oft efforts of myself, my friends and my loved ones twist in unexpected and seemingly harsh directions; when time and energy seem strained by mundane forces of the matrix so much so that physical exhaustion begins to try against the other levels of existence already beset with issues that demand additional strength and support (both internally and externally); when all seem robbed of large portion of comfort and clarity that I remember slivers of my identity?


Not everything of course. Just enough to make me feel more foolish.


Doubly so given the current state of affairs.


And of course even I knew enough to truly share what was learnt in a way that wouldn’t seem repetitive or redundant in regards to the clues and outright statements I have made in the past, I don’t know that there is anyone that I could tell …yet.  



These e-spaces that people build are often shrines dedicated to their pains or elaborate statues they craft to idolize their flaws. While I understand and appreciate that art and its many potential functions, it was never something I wanted for this place.
 


Moreover to "recall" out loud almost feels embarrassing at this point in the tale. The realization. The grand reveal. The moment of transformation, when I find my way to these plot points I’m sure I will feel differently. For now, in service of the story (and yes, my ego as well I admit), this is not the time. Now is the time where I go about the beauty of life and live up to who I am, regardless of memories.

Tags:
Exploring:
The Edge of the Clouds
Emotional Landscape:
embarrassed embarrassed
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Exploring:
The cusp
Emotional Landscape:
inspired
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