Month: September 2012

  I want to see this with Mary Frances, possiblé? But legit this is an amazing song.... and there is a woman painting in the background on a canvas throughout the set.....Respect

The men of Madison Avenue are on top of the world at the beginning of the 1960's. With nothing on their mind but making money and wooing ladies, the main male characters clearly depict the gender differences that were apparent during that era.For example, in one of the episodes, a high-class Jewish department store owner… Continue reading Remember Don, When God Closes A Door… He opens a dress →

Brown's New Titty TattyThis prompt is quite terrifying. I completely, hands down agree that Chris Brown's new tattoo symbolizes Rihanna. In-fact, it looks just like Rihanna. The bone structure present in the tattoo almost completely matches the cheek bones of Rihanna, and when the two pictures are placed next to each other, this becomes very… Continue reading A Tit for a Tat →

that baby you the best 

"I always feel like my hair is a mess and my skin is red...I think I'm a messy person in general. I live in organized chaos. That applies to beauty, my fashion, everything in my life. It's perfectly imperfect. There is no such thing as perfection in my life. There's always something awry. And I… Continue reading Jumping through hoops for joy →

“People I meet... the effect upon me of my early life... of the ward and city I live in... of the nation, the latest news... discoveries, inventions, societies... authors old and new, my dinner, dress, associates, looks, business, compliments, dues, the real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love, the sickness of… Continue reading My phone is dead →

Speaking Through Art            Without plot, there are no actions and no basis for which a writer is to build on. Through the understanding of tragedy, a story design with a thoroughly developed arc can be used to describe the Complication and Unraveling between characters. In Part XVIII and XIX of The Poetics, by Aristotle, tragedy… Continue reading I was refined in a refinery →

and no one is trying to find meHELLO LA LA, I AM READY TO EAT YA UP