and it was one of those nights when you are outside of your body, looking back at yourself. your eyes open wide with delight and excitement for the possibilities that weren’t there before.






photo by jakedobkin

fascinate and stimulate
and it was one of those nights when you are outside of your body, looking back at yourself. your eyes open wide with delight and excitement for the possibilities that weren’t there before.






photo by jakedobkin

fascinate and stimulate


This is the event that Sheena has been busting her ass to put together for so long. To say I am proud of her is a huge understatement. Everyone involved is talented and passionate and it’s gonna be truly amazing. If you know what’s good for you, you better show up, donate and have a good time! Holy shit I am excited.
Matthew Bone is a painter currently living in Hollywood, CA. His mix of pop culture, sex, and horror gives his work such a distinct flavor. I am a lover of color and I really appreciate art that utilizes color to literally pulse on the canvas. Matthew is one to know!
All images copyright Matthew Bone. To see more visit his myspace: myspace.com/destroy_painting
is this all still special? i am still made of magic?
when I realized I was sleepwalking, my legs gave out under me. fell to the ground and broke every bone.







i am so happy that i finally watched revolutionary road. watching that movie was like looking at the inside of me. it broke my heart and yet it lifted me up. the last 30 minutes i was hysterically crying. the feeling i had after it ended is beyond my ability to describe. thank you so much john for giving me a copy.
Twice I turn my back on you
I fell flat on my face but didn’t loose
Tell me where would I go
Tell me what led you on I’d love to know
Was it the blue night
Gone fragile
Was it both men
In wonder steady gone under
Was it the light ways
So frightening
Was it two wills
One mirror holding us dearer now
Thought I had an answer once
But your random ways swept me along
Colossal signs so I got lost
With so many lovers singing soft
Was it the blue night
Gone fragile
Was it both men
In wonder steady gone under
Was it the light ways
So frightening
Was it two wills
One mirror holding us dearer now





Tips for a better life. (not by me)
Things I do and don’t do but want to do more.