SHINE

BIRTHDAY magic

so SOON

point the wand, rub the belly, say a prayer

Dear Fashion god's/ magic.

I have not been in the blogging mood for awhile.

Do you hear my cry?

Help ME.

nom nom nom

Good Riddance Fringe.

Say Hola to Middle Part.

I think I am sick of the bangs again for now.

I am inspired.

Give it a couple months though the fringe will grace my face again.

photos property of Gucci fall 08', random of Daria, and the Mighty Snake of course.

Possibility

IT IS Saturday Evening....

I am going to try and do a few productive things

I am going to indulge at my favorite Organic grocery

Walk the streets and pray the Vintage Stores are open

Get my eyebrows threaded

Maybe sneak a secret cigarette and feel half alive with the shocking cold air, stars and busy people.

Last night I fell in love with a tall asian boy with BLUE eyes at a Sushi Restaurant

Maybe it will be serendipity and I will run into him again

I hope he doesn't mind pink Chanel lipstick and White Fox Fur....

Maybe I will just get drunk with him tonight and laugh and forget about real life

Bond and Free

Love has earth to which she clings

With hills and circling arms about--

Wall within wall to shut fear out.

But Thought has need no such things,

For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.

On snow and sand and turn, I see

Where Love has left a printed trace

WIth straining in the world's embrace.

And such is Love and glad to be

But Thought has shaken his ankles free.

Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom

And sits in Sirius' disc all night,

Till day makes him retrace his flight

With smell of burning on every plume,

Back past the sun to an earthly room.

His gains in heaven are what they are.

Yet some say Love by being thrall

And simply staying possesses all

In several beauty that Thought fares far

To find fused in another star.

by: Robert Frost

Two Decades of Magic

Photo is Circa Mexican Vogue 1989.

The Year I was born.

Pure Magic.

Masked

"When you came along, oh how strange!

Well I guess I was meant to be

A puppet on a string

To think I found you really love me

Look what love can bring

Strange, you're still in my dreams

Oh what foolish me

I still care for you, oh how strange"

There's Magic Here

The woods= magic

Now just leave me there. Alone.
Thank You.