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1 creepy doll, 1 bottle of Pimm's, 1 black band jacket, 2 Allsaints shirts, 1 book of Many Dead Things, crisps, 1 oddly-focused vintage photograph, 1 photo postcard from the Tate Modern's EXPOSED exhibit. And probably a couple extra pounds (lbs. that is)
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Oh noes! We are forced to live in London! Teh hörrör.
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*struggle
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I've had quite a few recently which have involved pretty exacting pornographic moments along with intensely ambient, pregnant moments in recurring, shifting architecture (secret rooms, hallways that are longer than they should be, bizarre interior cities where rooms are connected linearly, houses I have never lived in except in dreams, etc).
The air is full, negatively ionized. I am in a flat that I used to (never) live in, and regretted (never) moving out of. The flat is a decent size, Edwardian trim, with a side bedroom that has a trapdoor in the ceiling which leads to an enormous second floor above... through a very narrow crawlspace. Because of this, I never take advantage of the second floor and often forget it is there, despite the breathtaking views from it. The secret upstairs is an open floor plan, modern and white and silver with angled walls (imagine a Lebbeous Woods interior) and windows that span from ceiling to floor. Devoid of furniture. As if the actual Edwardian flat level wasn't perfect enough, this hidden space is perfect squared. Anyway, I've re-visited this space many times in dreams (always when there's an open house but once as a guest of an occupant) and sometimes, in other dreams, pass by on the street and wistfully regret moving out. The flat itself is on the third or fourth floor, reached via a grand spiral staircase and classic, dark-wooded, red-carpeted and brass-fixtured hallway. I was showing Rachael the flat. There's no sense of sequence or events, just the volume of the space, the shape and skin-taste of the air in it (charged like the first day of summer, full of possibility and regret). -
Lounging in a chair in a cozy library section of the house reading something horrid, Rae twinkling on the piano with a bird chirping on her shoulder, Eva putting holes in her stockings while her sphinx sits near, at attention. Life is good, cozy, and full.
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Hm. No, not when you put it into survival terms like that. You got me.
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I fall with grace.
I'm a hesitant starter.
A house by this time next year.
Draw more better.
Staying still. -
Carry On Like A Fool.
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Happiest recent memory was Father's Day last year... Eva "took" me to Great America (amusement park) and proceeded to enthusiastically drag me around to every single ride in the park ("It's your day, dad!"). All day she kept looking over to me, full of love, all this joy on her face. She's so cute it kills me. http://tinyurl.com/y9nxjdk
Most cherished is when Rae told me she adored me. -
Dave Navarro. He could only get sexier if he carrier a broadsword around with him.
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That's tough... but Gary Numan's Manchester "Pleasure Principle" show edges Prince out.
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Where it stops adding, and starts subtracting.
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Of course (I'm trying to imagine who would answer "no" to self-improvement... someone annoyingly smug?). I'd up my social confidence.
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You know it's unfair to choose between these two! I refuse to. Both, next to each other. It's the perfect happy combination. The each make the other look even bett0r.
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I'll just have to fall back on wearing only mint green.
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I have a bit of the "jack of all trades" thing going... a lot of micro-skills and varied interests. It's not enough for me to find something interesting, I have to do it.
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That it's better to be more present and open about what I want and what I need.
Also, to buy stock in Apple and Google. -
ASS Ass ass, but I wouldn't kick titties out of my hands.
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Not to try to buy in San Francisco in the 90's. The house we lived in was sold for about $250k. It was a two-level, three unit Victorian with back yard in the Castro. Family told us it was too expensive and a bad investment. Fuck me.
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Action figures. I got so much mileage out of my Star Wars figures. Neighborhood kids all had these awesome Adventure People figures and vehicles... we'd all pool our toys together and spend hours playing with them outside on a pile of rocks (avalanche!), or at a creek or in the woods (aka Endor).
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Astra’s Bio
I am relaxed, stylish, and made of chocolate. My interests include 60's motorcycles, drag, cities at night, esoterica, the ridiculous, and actual irony. Most things I approach with a raised eyebrow, a firm hand, and a cruel smile.
