(36 | bee) So-Cal Exposure: Shots from my Work With Philip'e [03 Feb 2010|02:45pm] ___io___ [ mood | busy ] [ music | My Brightest Diamond -- "To Pluto's Moon" ] As I sift through New Year's Eve photos and play post-holiday catch-up with work, I figured I would show you guys some images from my Los Angeles shoot with Philip'e in October. ( Two Shots, NSFW )

(bee) [03 Jan 2010|04:57am] aseverednerve the eel in the lung its dumb gray heart pumping slowly in the throat "crooked spin cant come to rest im damaged bad at best"

(bee) [01 Jan 2010|03:39am] girl_anitra weird fucking night. need to stop fucking drinking. no, not "need to"....WILL. sick of the morning after bullshit. i wanted to hug my brother desperately tonight and wish him well. have to remember the good usually weighs out the bad and shitty. happy new year

(6 | bee) [28 Dec 2009|05:03am] drunkensailor [ mood | disappointed ] I have never even thanked the man who volunteered himself to an obscure international registry at only about my age now and was one day called upon to undergo a long series of daily shots and an unpleasant medical procedure called apheresis so that he could shed peripheral blood stem cells, all to give them to a boy he didn't even know, clear on the opposite side of the world, in what was decidedly an act of altruism. I have never thanked my donor. He saved my life and I have never even given him the inadequacy of a "thank you." I always told myself I would do so once I had a post-recovery accomplishment worth sharing, something worth his time and his blood, but I can't even seem to get genuinely post recovery. Always behind the eight ball. Maybe instead I should just be thanking him while I can still do as much.

(bee) [27 Dec 2009|04:53am] aseverednerve always the slow forcing of a lightbulb into the mouth cracks in leaded glass, a vein the slow meeting of teeth, its shadow in black

(bee) two-one thousand three, four one soggy count them on your fingers. [24 Dec 2009|07:25am] aseverednerve og ogggh of tar its coalescing the pin pricks dragging up the walls of the esophagus the dim sensation of legs tugging the stomach lining a man coughing clots in the kitchen with the butcher the tangle of legs, a ball of filamentary fiber dislodged a rough cough, black mud chunks of kinky spun silk, someone "i think i see some blood in there" somewhere a rough cough of sharp bits of glass or clam shell and now hes slowly applying pressure with an awl to the tough pink fissures in the flesh of a shellfish, puncturing slowly the flesh of rudimentary organs, pressing that sharp tool through the lens pineal and turning it hooking it slightly against the shell, search deeper and deeper through the tissues with needles for the cracked remnants of a sooty black pearl the chunks of black gold, the inward curling of a dry and segmented preceding a soft gurgle a sick reaction from its primitive nervous system the one is silver and the other is gold one is something different, a thick cream effluvium from a simple fatty swelling of the brain, the painless bite of a brown recluse, the other a tender and yellow cushion blushing the reddening plush pillow of meat nothing left but the suffering animal but become nauseous, he held his guts, in the face of this fauna being one very, very different

(1 | bee) [24 Dec 2009|12:06am] aseverednerve one is silver and the others gold

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