Warcoholics Anonymous

The 60's are making a come back. Working at H&M, I've seen a revival of trends made popular by Warhol and his cohorts of The Factory. Royal blues paired with light pinks, greys, and creams. Oversized tops with a tailored skinny bottom. Navy, peach, magenta. Chunky geometric jewelery and especially boyishly short pixie hair styles. 

Which I am positively STOKED about. I'm knee deep. I'm also reading Janet Fithc's Paint It Black, in which the main character Josie has a Warhol revival herself when acting the part of a 60's IT girl in a student film. (Highly recommend that book. I've been in bed sobbing for weeks over it. Which believe it or not is a good thing)

For New Years this year I scored an amazing dress from St. Vincent DePaul. Very Twiggy-Nico-Edie and all that jazz. I just have to alter it. The best part about it? It's black, white, short, and after cutting it to just below my ass has a huge upside down cross on the front of it. 

and now I will leave you all with the perfect sound track for a 60's revival 

The Dandy Warhols- Smoke It

Resistance is Futile

Inspiration for the winter. Lately I've been so busy with school and exams and work and trying to maintain somewhat of a social life between all that. But I'm over it. Schools over so thats one less thing to worry about and now I think I'm just gonna worry about doing well at work and my hobbies. I have so many ideas for clothes I want to make, and I have so many Christmas presents to make. So I think I'm just going to do that for now, and worry about social life later. Winter makes me a hermit. I'm working full time at H&M during the winter break too, which is going to be AWESOME. Because maybe I'll have enough money to be a real functioning human being. I feel like I need to recreate myself.

CALLING ALL KITTENS.

So, I posted a while ago that I was going to start a weekly feminist bit and as we all know that never happened. Because I just can't keep up with expected bull shit like that. However, although its not all that academic and although I haven't reported anything I've been studying up. Mostly on feminist angsty grunge bands thanks to feminist angsty grunge Eric from The Palm. Just last night he gifted me with the vocal miracles of Giant Drag, Katie Garside, Cat Power, and Electrocute. Thus! Bringing me to my next point, I've decided that although I have no specialized skills in singing, or playing any sort of instrument, or writing songs I'm going to start a feminist grunge band.

I've always wanted to be the frontlady of a band. I feel like I have all the qualities besides actual musical talent. Which, how hard can that be to learn? I guess we'll find out. But for now I must recruit.

Ladies full of anger and oppression come one come all

Be cute and learn to play an instrument

come be in my band.

For real though, come be in my band.

We are also seeking management. So, if you think you can teach me to write a song or strum a bass guitar, get ahold of me on facebook or twitter or one of those things. 

Double Dogg Dare

I Dare you
I Dare you to see
I Dare you to hear
I Dare you to look through another's eyes
& speak with another's mouth
I Dare you to love
I Dare you to love everyone
Not for your god
Not for your faith
Not for your idols
I Dare you to love for your eyes
I Dare the quarterback to kiss the faggot
I Dare the dyke to hold his hand
I Dare you to shatter your boundaries
     I Dare the saints to sin
                the virgins to fuck
                the men to cry
                & the devil himself to say 10 hail mary's
For it is the blind who see the most
The deaf who truly listen
& the mutes who scream the loudest
I Dare you to forget everything
I Dare you to lose your identity
I Dare you to lose your religion
                            your race
                            your sexuality
                            your gender
I Dare you to lose your eyes
                            your tongue
                            your ears
& I Dare you. To see.

General Psychology

Fruit of knowledge Good and Evil

I'm already ruined so tell me your secrets

The saints come to me for confession

The sinners to me to advise

Everyone flock to my garden

To which no one enters with eyes

I sit with my glass by the screen

A shot and a puff as you join

A penny for thoughts as admission

You leave your eyes covered with coins

For behind every window lies morals

And as we all know I was born blind

I beg you to hand me your burdens

And in turn I will open your mind

Sing me your sins I am deaf

And a mute cannot repeat your rhymes

A window is never a vessel 

Every window will close given time

I am the fruit of all passion 

A flame of indulgence I rise

I am plagued I am roaring I'm ruined

but smoke only trails from the wise

Apple of knowledge Good and Evil

Adams and Eve's both will come

I'm already ruined with secrets

Without eyes Without ears I've no tongue