Moon (2009)“I hope life on Earth is everything you remember it to be.”
This month, Dividing By Zero takes a turn for the sexy.
I still had the untz untz booming around my skull and was cleaning up in time to the beat of the bass in my head. I recalled the timid touches and let myself indulge in a short fantasy. Anton Nabukov’s dying eyes came to life for a little while on the dance floor. I loved exerting that kind of power over a new target. Noticing my dopey smile, Paris ran over and wrapped her arms around me and cupped her hands over my breasts. And I let her. Because it felt fucking incredible.
It’s the simple things that’ll resurrect you.
“Someone’s in the good place,” she whispered in my ear, while running her hands down towards my crotch.
“Mmmhmm,” I purred right back.
A flash of cool breath and shivers ran down my spine. She knew all the right buttons to press. The secret triggers that turned me to jelly.
Give me sweet release. Give me oxygen and dry heat. Give me metal and concrete. Give me depression. Give me delirium and destruction.
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Behold, my first venture in music video making.
I used a Canon 7D and the help of willing family members.
I filmed it the week of Christmas/New Years 2012 in Miami Beach, Wynwood, Brickell, I-95 and my uncle’s wedding.
I love this so much. Yay Sailor Scouts and my childhood. And here’s to the career I always wanted (which was to be a Sailor Scout, of course).
Infographic of the Day: History of Nintendo
In celebrating the release of Wii U, YouTuber RetroGameAddict brings this colorful infographic slideshow about the history of Nintendo console systems.
I <3 cool design and animation!
Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it’s okay. I promise.
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.