love your city

moments of truth
May 31, 2010, 07:34
Filed under: moments

i finally went to pick up my diana photos from mon petit escapade française, and here are some of les plus belles. i don’t wanna get into it, but out of the approximately 70 photos that could have turned out, only a small handful did. it’s sickening and heartbreaking and i’ve put off seeing the final results for 5 months now. don’t get your pictures developed at henry’s and don’t take some of the most important pictures with a camera that is essentially meant to improperly expose your photos. lesson learned.

i’m a fan of yours.

papi chulo.

favie shit.

gaudi breasts.

les landes de napoléon.

steady mobbin’.


là, où la vie est plus lente.

le voyage est une suite de disparitions irréparables. p. nizan


il n’y a rien au monde
May 30, 2010, 19:43
Filed under: video ho

que toi que toi que toi

May 29, 2010, 18:08
Filed under: floetry

The Squirl and his Squirrel, the Rabs and their Rabbits
Have certain obscure and peculiar habits.
Male hummingbirds make the most exquisite rockets.
The snake when he walks holds his hands in his pockets.

humbert humbert in vladimir nabokov’s lolita.

gettin araab money
May 26, 2010, 18:30
Filed under: weezy wednesdays

dipset’s in-house producer is 20 years old and his name is araabMUSIK and he is so so so talented. his beats all have this great frenzied darkness to them all the while being hood enough for hell rell. the boy’s a problem.

best kept
May 25, 2010, 19:33
Filed under: trill


cut the poetry
May 25, 2010, 08:24
Filed under: floetry

a letter written by anaïs nin to a collector of erotica who demanded that she “cut the poetry” from the works he had commissioned her to write.

Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personalties, deeper relationships that change its color, flavor, rhythms, intensities.

You do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspects which are the fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood.

If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent man in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Without feeling, inventions, moods, no surprises in bed. Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.

How much do you lose by this periscope at the tip of your sex, when you could enjoy a harem of distinct and never repeated wonders? No two hairs alike, but you will not let us waste words on a description of hair; no two odors, but if we expand on this you cry Cut the poetry. No two skins with the same texture, and never the same light, temperature, shadows, never the same gesture; for a lover, when he is aroused by true love, can run the gamut of centuries of love lore. What a range, what changes of age, what variations of maturity and innocence, perversity and art…

We have sat around for hours and wondered how you look. If you have closed your senses upon silk, light, color, odor, character, temperament, you must be by now completely shriveled up. There are so many minor senses, all running like tributaries into the mainstream of sex, nourishing it. Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

May 21, 2010, 18:53
Filed under: trill, video ho