Showing posts with label Music Video. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music Video. Show all posts

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Submersion, Synchroncity and Still Life

Unlike you...

I am afraid of drowning.
I don't advertise it.
I don't make a thing of it.
I don't even let it stop me from swimming or diving into the deep end of the ocean.

There's a lot of don't's and you're probably wondering what it all means.

It means nothing. Only that you still love wasting time, mine and yours. I still love having fun with you because of it. ha. Are you having fun yet? I am. 

Diego Munòz

This is one of my favorite images, I've used it here and here. Needless to say it reminds me of a bit of darkness that takes place in an old story, that I wrote and later published here, This story in turn reminds me that I was inspired by a video that looks and sounds like this... 

And if you're still not following me here's the story that I wrote followed by an image that captures the very essence of the story.

Still Life 
(September 25, 2009)

Floating. Weightless. Sinking.

There are a million thoughts in my mind as I’m descending further toward a watery grave. The loose pieces of white sheets dance in the aquamarine expanse that surrounds. The long black tendrils of my hair reach up to grasp and the last remaining spark of golden light that penetrates the water’s surface.

It’s not clear to me how long I have before hitting the bottom, or perhaps even, how long I can continue to hold my breath. There are so many uncertain feelings in my gut. Would this time be different? Had I pushed him too far? Would he really let me die? As I descend deeper and deeper, the pressure becomes heavier and it’s now a struggle to hold my breath. These last moments are becoming quieter and darker. The small glint of golden light is diminishing and the sea around me becomes bluish darkness.

Killing me had always been a threat that neither of us took seriously. Artists. Painters. We we’re so passionate, emotional, misguided, highly wounded and intense individuals. Both to blame so very often. Even after he dropped me off a building, hit me with a car, and took a knife to my face, I still believed in his devotion… as all was in the sake of the craft and I was never in any harm. The beauty of the moment - the creation of a single timeless instant to be frozen for all eternity. After the anger there was always such impractical beauty. Researched. Polaroided. Cataloged. Painted. Hung in the museum, the gallery, or the rich man’s wall for all to envy. This time I’m afraid he’s quite determined and madness has taken over. The madman fitted me with a pair of cement shoes which seal my fate. This will be over soon.

No point in struggling. That will only ensure that I’ll drown sooner. I’m wrapped tightly in 50 yards of white canvas bound by ropes from my shoulders to the base of my calves. Mummified in an eternal moment at the base of the ocean. The fool wanted to see the beauty in my death so he never wrapped my face. “There will be no need to gag you,” calmly he tells me as his hand brushes my cheek and pauses. Look him in the eye for answers. “You won’t scream or you’ll suffocate faster.” There are none as his gaze breaks away. He lifts me and carry me to the edge of the dock. “I can’t change this. You understand? This is the epitome. The final boundary - death. You must see the beauty in this. I love you.” Laugh. Kiss my forehead. Let go.

I’m falling. Watching his face from beneath the surface as it scrutinizes my descent.

Holding my breath is becoming unbearable. It’s quite apparent to me now… there’s no return. Pretty certain I’m reaching the threshold of my limits. Open mouth, release a bubble of air. The time is almost here. I’m fading. There’s no more strength. Take in water. Soon… open eyes and mouth, pale white skin, blood red lips, and aquamarine darkness against white canvas. Breathtaking beauty, researched, photographed, cataloged and then painted. Still life.

Tied Up by Tyler Shields c/o Miller Gallery

Instantly I'm reminded how much fun it is for me and not for you.

It's still nothing like Fight Club. 

Conflict. Solution.

Unlike me...

You mind people pointing fingers & them thinking how much yours looks exactly like someone else's. (*It may be a copy, but its still an authentic copy. You do have your own flair, darling. Be a love. Brag more. Some men really should. Others shouldn't. No shame in the game. kisses.)
You mind giving credit to another person. 
You mind so much that you keep making a thing of it. 
You mind that you are really crazy inauthentic. (*it's ok. it won't kill you. ha)

There's a lot of minds in there and it's a shame that you still aren't using yours. 
I'm not afraid to use mine... why are you? It won't hurt. Ok. It might hurt you a little. Worth it.

Use your mind not your reaction. 

Enjoy the story, the images, the video and only you can let your imagination run wild... unless you're afraid?

Kisses, m.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Music 77

"I'm not going to worry, I'm going to play another song." - unknown

bittersweet symphony - the verve 

Monday, February 18, 2013

The Music 75

pedro reyes: imagine - musical performance 

Artist Pedro Reyes has imagined a new purpose for weapons. He has given various types of guns new life and meaning by fabricating them into musical instruments. Instruments that once brought about death and destruction now breath life into musical sounds. After a collaboration with six musicians Reyes was able to produce a recorded concert. 


kisses, m.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Your ex-lover is dead?

stars - your ex-lover is dead

Your ex-lover is dead? Mostly likely not. They are not like dogs and I'm inclined to believe that they don't all go to heaven. Now if you're like 99% of the human population then you have realized that your ex is still living, breathing and existing outside of your circle of life... if you're lucky. Sometimes it's not that simple and they linger. 

Needless to say Valentines Day is around the corner and I've finished my monthly column for the locally distributed ModestoView. Yes, I am not sorry to say that it's filled with great ways to bring more love into your life. Like most of my friends have done, a few of you just choked back a bit of vomit with your less than warm fuzzies about the love business. Which brings me back to where I am right now: Pondering what happens to our exes... Or rather what could happen to our ex-lovers, especially those that don't go away.

So you broke up. The Finite! The absolute end. Or is it? Sometimes people we don't want to EVER see again keep popping back into our life. Again and AGAIN! And yes when that happens you might even contemplate setting yourself on fire to get away. But you don't. No, you don't need to. Now I'm not suggesting you be "the bigger person" at all. In fact, I've come up with some ways that you can dispose of your ex without the wondering if you'll ever have to see them EVER AGAIN! So for the light hearted and happy-enders you might want to find the nearest exit away from the darkness I'm about to unleash for my favorite naysayers who are single this year for Valentines day. 

Without further ado I bestow all of you with a bit of darkness in my true Fabulous form and present 5 Ways To Get Rid Of Your Ex-Lover: 

1) Set them their material things on fire. There's only one way you're setting yourself on fire and that's after everything else is gone. The only sure fire way that he/she will never step foot in your home is if there isn't a reason to be there. No clothes, no things = No reason. Don't fool yourself into believing the obvious excuses. The whole "Where's my Cd's" cha cha cha no longer needs to happen after you've BBQ'd their Best of Disco Classics CD Collection and spare iPod. *disclaimer: Polyester and certain brands of shoes that shall remain nameless are resilient. Plan ahead and have a back-up dumpster in case of indestructible items.

2) Cut up them their pictures with a sharp knife. It's sad to say but everyone is a sentimental sack on the inside. Taking a large exacto knife [scissors work too!]  to their favorite family memories not only guarantees that you're a bonafide psycho it also guarantees you peace of mind that your ex-love will not be returning. If you're lucky they may even run away upon seeing your psychotic display of perversity.  Especially if you superglue Mom and Uncle Mort's heads onto the bodies of Porn Stars when completing your wall encompassing Porn Collage. 

3) Blackmail.No.  Stealing their mail. Federal laws prohibit this one too. However... Change your exes mailing address. Needless to say most couples share everything, including a mailing address. Breakups mean that someone has to relocate and in this case it's your ex. The ex may have already filled out one of those lil ol cards stating where they wanted their mail. And the problem here being, they keep coming over to your house looking for "mail" that isn't arriving there anymore. Sometimes it is best to take matters into your own hands. You have a few choices... A) You can forward all of their mail to a Prison. This makes things interesting when it is Returned to Sender. B) You can send it to a Mental Hospital for the Criminally Insane. This guarantees people will question your ex about their Mental Health. or C) Simply send all of the mail to his/her previous ex including a letter about the highly contagious genital warts that he/she may be infected with. Mail isn't as personal as family heirlooms or material possessions but it's not something that anyone wants their ex going through. 

4) Run them their toes over with a car. It's not a life threatening appendage. It will look more like an accident and poor driving skills than anything. It's guaranteed to send away anyone, including the Witnesses who trespass on your property and ruin your lawn while trying to save your soul. Run over their toes and those witnesses will never make it a mission to save your soul again. Now hopefully setting fire to your exes material possessions, destruction of family memories and fabricated genital warts should  have them running but on the off chance it doesn't, maiming them should definitely slow down their approach to your front door. 

5) Cock/Cunt block them. Call them while you are having sex with someone new. Let me say this one is for the brave and particularly strong-willed. Once you've crossed this line there is no going back unless: Your ex is a moron and a glutton for punishment! To hell with worrying about your ex getting some ass. Who cares? Remember you are NUMERO UNO. You deserve to get someone to fulfill your sexual needs above and beyond. It's best not to worry about the needs of the one that left you. It's their mistake for not realizing your amazing bedrooms skills. Now to remind them how much fun they are missing while making them feel uncomfortable accidentally let your freak flag fly with a little bit of speed dial action when you're intimately occupied with your new amor. The phone call will be quick, catch them off guard and incite a wee bit of irritation. Of course there is always the revenge video sex tape but that can only serve to haunt you on Youtube later. Consider yourself warned. *disclaimer: Let your new amor in on the gag before they become your next ex-lover.

I must say that in no way do I condone any such actions for the fallout of typical breakups but in the case of your undead ex-lover becoming a zombie mutant who needs to move onto another warm body and leave you alone... I'll let you make the call! Kisses to my favorite single naysayers, and for those with an ex that won't die... GOOD LUCK! 


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