TheCrashTest

   To be in love is a splendorous thing, and for me, clothing company Famous Stars and Straps is an amazing lover. Their combination of over-the-top sexually charged artwork, meets tattoo friendly designs makes my head spin like a mofo’! If only some of the females on their shirts were living, breathing organisms, the world would be a better place. Then again, these chicks egos would probably be inflated to the size of a bloody rabid, rampaging rhino, so maybe it’s best they stay grafted to these amazing shirts.

   If you need a wardrobe change, or just need more wardrobe to change into, check out FS&S here and take advantage of their free-shipping February deal!

Dita Von Teese.

   My heart is beating, it reverberates through my body, into the pillows, and through my ears, it fills me to the brim with sound. Like a slow ticking metronome, it paces me to a rhythm to guide my thoughts on their bending, winding circuit. 

   In this bed, I am alone.

   In my mind, I am with many.

   This picture, this “moment”, is the last thing I see. 

I’ve felt this before. The familiarity, the strongest sense of deja vu I have ever felt, seeps in, striking me down, into a fragile state and strangely, I want to break. Break up. Break out. Shatter into a million realms, portals and wormholes. Let people travel through me, throughout me, within me and for them too to break and populate my insides. All of this, and more, for the embrace of another. For the world to feel the embrace of another.

   To love.

   That is for which we are built strong and capable, yet why do so many hearts break for their captors, when I find myself breaking because I’m free? Free to explore and roam beyond the bars of mother earth, here, tonight.

   Hold me now, great unknown. For I have always known no one, in the comfort of these sheets. It is with a woman, so damn near perfect to my own eyes, that I wish to tangle legs. Hold a gaze. Wax poetic. Share a cup of words over coffee.

   Do you hear me? Are you out there? 

(via situationoverload)

   Album: “Dead Throne”.

   Currently dabbling in the ether & listening To: “Chicago”.

   When I get lost in a song, I truly lose myself in the very fabric of its rhythms and message. In that moment, my sorrow reaches out from deep within, through the cold air of my confines, towards the walls, begging with sharpened claws, to find its grip. Digging its fingers into the cement, it begins to pull. I can hear the paint as nails sink in.

   Chip.

   Chip.

   Chipping away.

   As the foundation bends and breaks, the walls begin sliding closer. Above, the ceiling’s caving in and here I am, trapped as I’ve always been by the power of struggle and the imposing will of life gone wrong.

   But, it’s then that I let go and the music takes the reigns, guiding me to an area of my mind that still feels new and safe from discovery. With open doors, it takes me in, lifts me up and caresses me in sweet serenity. Severed from the world, I have no connections to the outside. I am living only for the moments that present themselves in this new state of now. All I’ve ever known is abandoned, freely out of will, for a new grasp on perception.

   I am lost. Though, not for good. The rude awakening will come at songs end, but in this current state, this “new now”, music is my god. My potion. My pillow for a beautiful daydream, upon which I can imagine and be without boundaries. Limitless in me.        

Dallas Green (of City & Colour).

Album Cover: “Stridulum” (2010) by Zola Jesus.

Dita Von Teese.

Kittie.

   This was one hell of a surprising night. Some of the coolest touring bands ever played for a group of 20 or more and created the most intimate musical landscape I’ve seen so far. I believe another way of saying it would be, “It was punk as fuck, man!”.

   Got myself an old Ninjessa demo, and a mini-disc, as well as one of their shnazzy buttons. Wiccan was super heavy, and kind of reminded me of the now defunct Warship. Overall, I wouldn’t take back the time I spent filling my ears with this awesomeness, for the world.

   Couldn’t find a page for Wiccan, but at least check out Ninjessa. They’re an all girl band with an old school punk vibe. Check ‘em out here!

Dixie Chicks.