quarta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2010

sexta-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2010

quinta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2010

japão, era tudo que eu mais queria!

quarta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2010


there's a little phrase called

too much information

terça-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2010

domingo, 17 de janeiro de 2010

slo fuzz: ouçam. deixem tocar...

quinta-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2010


terça-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2010

stupid little girl, you're just a doughnut!

segunda-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2010

Who wants to be ordinary?

sexta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2010

When we come home, we pull the curtains down, making sure that the TV is on

quinta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2010

I'm a modern girl, digital and tv-free; a girl for the millennium. A diversified, multi-cultural, post-modern deconstructionist; politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I've been uplinked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced. I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high-tech low-life. A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bi-coastal multi-tasker, and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I'm new-wave, but I'm old-school; and my inner child is outward-bound. I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted cool customer; voice-activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database; my database is in cyberspace; so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive, and from time to time I'm radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin' the wave, dodgin' the bullet, pushin' the envelope. I'm on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I've got no need for coke and speed; I've got no urge to binge and purge. I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom-feeder. I wear power heals, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing, big-foot, slam-dunk rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic, a working rageaholic; out of rehab and in denial. I've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up; you can't dumb me down. 'Cause I'm tireless, and I'm wireless. I'm an alpha-female on beta-blockers. I'm a non-believer, I'm an over-achiever; Laid-back and fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home; low-rent, high-maintenance. I'm super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built to last. A hands-on, footloose, knee-jerk head case; prematurely post-traumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate-mail. But I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing. A supportive, bonding, nurturing primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond, and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash movies. I'm gender-specific, capital-intensive, user-friendly and lactose-tolerant. I like rough sex; I like tough love. I use the f-word in my e-mail. And the software on my hard drive is hard-core-no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a mini-mall. I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I'm toll-free, bite-size, ready-to-wear, and I come in all sizes. A fully equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. I've been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped and vacuum-packed. And ... I have unlimited broadband capacity.

a única, unicíssima coisa que pode interromper um silêncio
é uma gargalhada.

terça-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2010

you move like shadows in the dark.

já não ouviamos falar de the knife por aqui há muito tempo....

high school poem. Retirada da banda sonora do filme hanna med h. enjoy