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i just felt compelled to say hello 
a simple blog for a simple yet magnificent day.
bacon. coffee. reading in the sun.
acquiring a new bookshelf!
oh, the sweetness of literature and flesh.
i hope you are enjoying your evening, wherever you are.
<3 Rexx
a simple blog for a simple yet magnificent day.
bacon. coffee. reading in the sun.
acquiring a new bookshelf!
oh, the sweetness of literature and flesh.
i hope you are enjoying your evening, wherever you are.
<3 Rexx
hi there, sexy people of the world.
i have had many days free from work in the past two weeks and i am feeling quite refreshed. quite like myself.
frightening how easily these most important rights as earthly beings slip away when one must dole out just too much time each day to "the man". just ever so slightly too much. who decided upon forty hours a week, how did this come about? the government division of robo-human regulation, sub-division of the division of robo-human creation? i do wish to know.
of course i do need to continue the search for enjoyable and fulfilling employment.
work in some way, we must.
i wish i could live in the mountains and work, work harder than ever
but joyful work
work to sustain my own living off of the fat of the land.
frolic about naked in the sun
bake biscuits every morning
distill my own whisky
never, ever cut my hair again
read and write and play music so loud i could hear it though i might wander a mile away
well, i do suppose that i would need electricity, then
i do believe that it is a true shame though how so, so many devote their lives to work that is merely that: non-joyful and self-suppressing work. who let work define who they are, who believe that their work DOES define who they are. that our purpose in life IS work.
no, no, no!
we are entitled to so much more.
we are animals. and in the end, we will rot back into our earth. you may find this morbid, but i find it beautiful. the most liberating fact of our existence. never forget it.
"...All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm. even now, thwarted and frustrated though we may be, the miraculous is never wholly absent. But how grotesque, how awkward and clumsy are our efforts to induce it. All the ingenuity, all the heart-breaking labor spent on inventions, which are looked upon as wonder-working marvels, must be considered not only as sheer waste but as unconscious effort on man's part to forestall and evade the miraculous. We clutter the earth with our inventions, never dreaming that possibly they are unnecessary -- or disadvantageous. We devise astounding means of communication, but do we communicate with one another? We move our bodies to and fro at incredible speeds, but do we really leave the spot we started from? Mentally, morally, spiritually, we are fettered. What have we achieved in mowing down mountain ranges, harnessing the energy of mighty rivers, or moving whole populations about like chess pieces, if we ourselves remain the same restless, miserable, frustrated creatures we were before? To call such activity progress is utter delusion..."
- Henry Miller
(The World of Sex)
and now that i have gone off on one of my tangents,
onto some regular ole light chit-chat between you and i.
since we last spoke i hopped on megabus to new york and then immediately boarded a train to long island and indulged in my first nude beach experience with LizardAM. she is a wonderful and lovely person. it was a pleasure to meet her. and (drum roll, please) she shot me for suicide girls! this will be my first set in years. i hope that once it is ready and hits member review that you love it as much as i loved shooting it.
afterwards it was back on a train to new york, then on another train to new jersey to kick it with zepp101. this dude fucking rocks. it is amazing that one of my first SG friends has become one of my best friends of all time. my life would truly not be the same without all of the wonderful people i have met on this site. between he, my boyfriend, and i we crushed a half gallon of whiskey over excellent conversation, sleeping as the sun began to rise.
after devouring cheeseburgers loaded with bacon with cheese fries on the side at a jersey favorite, the white rose, cj and i headed back to new york city for the inked magazine metal party. free jager drinks. some great metal jams. a shit load of lovely people. a bangin good time.
i am in the july/august issue of inked girls, pick it up! especially if you missed the july issue of inked!
that's my name, don't wear it out
after a wild and wonderfully exhausting few days i returned to pittsburgh and my usual antics.
porch reading.
bed reading.
grave wandering in the endless allegheny cemetery by my house.
i love finding the beautiful gothic graves from the 1800's
so old that the heads have fallen off of some of the statues/carvings
i find this aspect so eerily lovely..
been jammin out constantly as always.
recent playlist:
Leviathan - Howl Mockery at the Cross
Nebula - Sun Creature
Sunn 0))) - Black One
Code Orange Kids - Split EP with Full of Hell
Wolves in the Throne Room - Celestial Lineage
Slayer - Hell Awaits
Explosions in the Sky - All of a Sudden, I Miss Everyone
Mudhoney - Under a Billion Suns
Electric Wizard - Dopethrone
Eyehategod - Take as Needed for Pain
sewing some rad new shit out of some old shit.
like these tool panties
enjoying little aspects of the day
such as atheist grass and ducks wandering in unexpected places
and NOW!
i feel as though this blog is mammoth enough to call to an awkward halt.
stay peachy, till next time.
<3 Rexx
i have had many days free from work in the past two weeks and i am feeling quite refreshed. quite like myself.
frightening how easily these most important rights as earthly beings slip away when one must dole out just too much time each day to "the man". just ever so slightly too much. who decided upon forty hours a week, how did this come about? the government division of robo-human regulation, sub-division of the division of robo-human creation? i do wish to know.
of course i do need to continue the search for enjoyable and fulfilling employment.
work in some way, we must.
i wish i could live in the mountains and work, work harder than ever
but joyful work
work to sustain my own living off of the fat of the land.
frolic about naked in the sun
bake biscuits every morning
distill my own whisky
never, ever cut my hair again
read and write and play music so loud i could hear it though i might wander a mile away
well, i do suppose that i would need electricity, then
i do believe that it is a true shame though how so, so many devote their lives to work that is merely that: non-joyful and self-suppressing work. who let work define who they are, who believe that their work DOES define who they are. that our purpose in life IS work.
no, no, no!
we are entitled to so much more.
we are animals. and in the end, we will rot back into our earth. you may find this morbid, but i find it beautiful. the most liberating fact of our existence. never forget it.
"...All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm. even now, thwarted and frustrated though we may be, the miraculous is never wholly absent. But how grotesque, how awkward and clumsy are our efforts to induce it. All the ingenuity, all the heart-breaking labor spent on inventions, which are looked upon as wonder-working marvels, must be considered not only as sheer waste but as unconscious effort on man's part to forestall and evade the miraculous. We clutter the earth with our inventions, never dreaming that possibly they are unnecessary -- or disadvantageous. We devise astounding means of communication, but do we communicate with one another? We move our bodies to and fro at incredible speeds, but do we really leave the spot we started from? Mentally, morally, spiritually, we are fettered. What have we achieved in mowing down mountain ranges, harnessing the energy of mighty rivers, or moving whole populations about like chess pieces, if we ourselves remain the same restless, miserable, frustrated creatures we were before? To call such activity progress is utter delusion..."
- Henry Miller
(The World of Sex)
and now that i have gone off on one of my tangents,
onto some regular ole light chit-chat between you and i.
since we last spoke i hopped on megabus to new york and then immediately boarded a train to long island and indulged in my first nude beach experience with LizardAM. she is a wonderful and lovely person. it was a pleasure to meet her. and (drum roll, please) she shot me for suicide girls! this will be my first set in years. i hope that once it is ready and hits member review that you love it as much as i loved shooting it.
afterwards it was back on a train to new york, then on another train to new jersey to kick it with zepp101. this dude fucking rocks. it is amazing that one of my first SG friends has become one of my best friends of all time. my life would truly not be the same without all of the wonderful people i have met on this site. between he, my boyfriend, and i we crushed a half gallon of whiskey over excellent conversation, sleeping as the sun began to rise.
after devouring cheeseburgers loaded with bacon with cheese fries on the side at a jersey favorite, the white rose, cj and i headed back to new york city for the inked magazine metal party. free jager drinks. some great metal jams. a shit load of lovely people. a bangin good time.
i am in the july/august issue of inked girls, pick it up! especially if you missed the july issue of inked!
that's my name, don't wear it out
after a wild and wonderfully exhausting few days i returned to pittsburgh and my usual antics.
porch reading.
bed reading.
grave wandering in the endless allegheny cemetery by my house.
i love finding the beautiful gothic graves from the 1800's
so old that the heads have fallen off of some of the statues/carvings
i find this aspect so eerily lovely..
been jammin out constantly as always.
recent playlist:
Leviathan - Howl Mockery at the Cross
Nebula - Sun Creature
Sunn 0))) - Black One
Code Orange Kids - Split EP with Full of Hell
Wolves in the Throne Room - Celestial Lineage
Slayer - Hell Awaits
Explosions in the Sky - All of a Sudden, I Miss Everyone
Mudhoney - Under a Billion Suns
Electric Wizard - Dopethrone
Eyehategod - Take as Needed for Pain
sewing some rad new shit out of some old shit.
like these tool panties
enjoying little aspects of the day
such as atheist grass and ducks wandering in unexpected places
and NOW!
i feel as though this blog is mammoth enough to call to an awkward halt.
stay peachy, till next time.
<3 Rexx
hello, love kittens.
currently listening to: earth - pentastar: in the style of demons
i am simply lying here enjoying the evening sun.
i will probably remain so,
soaking up every last drop
until i find myself immersed in darkness
with only the hum of the air-conditioning unit to keep me company.
i have been enjoying lots of long walks filled with good music
(or the sounds of the earth when there aren't too many humans about)
on these sweltering days
much coffee as well.
i do not enjoy it cold and therefore i continue to drink it piping hot
on even the spiciest of days
perched on a ledge or in a nook, happened upon
and while sitting on my porch, reading for hours on end.
mm, heat.
i have yet to be immersed in a body of water and for this i am saddened.
curse ye pittsburgh, your distance from the ocean!
i continue the active search for a line of work that is more than just a minor annoyance consuming forty hours of my time per week.
the past year has been full of jobs that seemed ideal at first and then quickly earned my distaste.
but all i can hear in my head when i say this is thom yorke wailing:
"you do it to yourseeeeelf, you do..."
so i will hush and appreciate the fact that i at least have a job, one that's not SO, so bad, supplies me with an endless barrage of delicious breads and of course, the ability to do all those things in life that require a source of monetary gain like whiskey, beer, travel, books, and thousands of nag champa sticks.
i've been toying with the idea of perhaps moving in the fall. out of the house i have been living in for the past three years, at least, if not out of pittsburgh.
the idea is but a budding leaf.
my attentions are focused primarily on applications and transcript sending and getting my fall education plan figured out. the weighing of options was unexpected. now, they gnaw.
but life is to be enjoyed so of course all of this is placed at my convenience amongst the wonderful devouring of books and playing in bed and in the summer sun.
i hope you checked out the june issue of inked magazine,
yours truly was in it!
i will also have a page in the july/august issue of inked girls.
thats two whole months that you have to get yourself a copy!
i'll be journeying to new york for a few days for the inked magazine metal party!!! \m/
AND....
to shoot with LizardAM
for...
i can't wait to meet and work with this lovely and talented lady.
it has been a few years, young grasshoppers.
i feel that i am more eloquent in the fall and winter.
it is as though i need two seasons of charging by the sun's strongest heat
to write anything meaningful.
i look through old journals and see that i typically write less during the summer.
perhaps i talk more?
though still a hermit to the utmost degree,
i do find myself wrapped into random conversation with passersby while i sit on the porch all afternoon
and staying up very, very late, nights there, too..
sipping on brews,
enjoying the way warm air feels against skin in the dark and
how the voices speak more freely
while the ants betwixt white columns never seem to rest.
la-dee-da
the album i am listening to is almost over and i think i will indulge in silence for awhile,
not bothering to put another on.
once the light trickling in becomes insufficient for reading,
i suppose i will descend from my lair,
there is bacon to be fried.
ok, till next time..
<3 Rexx
currently listening to: earth - pentastar: in the style of demons
i am simply lying here enjoying the evening sun.
i will probably remain so,
soaking up every last drop
until i find myself immersed in darkness
with only the hum of the air-conditioning unit to keep me company.
i have been enjoying lots of long walks filled with good music
(or the sounds of the earth when there aren't too many humans about)
on these sweltering days
much coffee as well.
i do not enjoy it cold and therefore i continue to drink it piping hot
on even the spiciest of days
perched on a ledge or in a nook, happened upon
and while sitting on my porch, reading for hours on end.
mm, heat.
i have yet to be immersed in a body of water and for this i am saddened.
curse ye pittsburgh, your distance from the ocean!
i continue the active search for a line of work that is more than just a minor annoyance consuming forty hours of my time per week.
the past year has been full of jobs that seemed ideal at first and then quickly earned my distaste.
but all i can hear in my head when i say this is thom yorke wailing:
"you do it to yourseeeeelf, you do..."
so i will hush and appreciate the fact that i at least have a job, one that's not SO, so bad, supplies me with an endless barrage of delicious breads and of course, the ability to do all those things in life that require a source of monetary gain like whiskey, beer, travel, books, and thousands of nag champa sticks.
i've been toying with the idea of perhaps moving in the fall. out of the house i have been living in for the past three years, at least, if not out of pittsburgh.
the idea is but a budding leaf.
my attentions are focused primarily on applications and transcript sending and getting my fall education plan figured out. the weighing of options was unexpected. now, they gnaw.
but life is to be enjoyed so of course all of this is placed at my convenience amongst the wonderful devouring of books and playing in bed and in the summer sun.
i hope you checked out the june issue of inked magazine,
yours truly was in it!
i will also have a page in the july/august issue of inked girls.
thats two whole months that you have to get yourself a copy!
i'll be journeying to new york for a few days for the inked magazine metal party!!! \m/
AND....
to shoot with LizardAM
for...
i can't wait to meet and work with this lovely and talented lady.
it has been a few years, young grasshoppers.
i feel that i am more eloquent in the fall and winter.
it is as though i need two seasons of charging by the sun's strongest heat
to write anything meaningful.
i look through old journals and see that i typically write less during the summer.
perhaps i talk more?
though still a hermit to the utmost degree,
i do find myself wrapped into random conversation with passersby while i sit on the porch all afternoon
and staying up very, very late, nights there, too..
sipping on brews,
enjoying the way warm air feels against skin in the dark and
how the voices speak more freely
while the ants betwixt white columns never seem to rest.
la-dee-da
the album i am listening to is almost over and i think i will indulge in silence for awhile,
not bothering to put another on.
once the light trickling in becomes insufficient for reading,
i suppose i will descend from my lair,
there is bacon to be fried.
ok, till next time..
<3 Rexx
lounging in bed after a nice morning romp
been out of town
recovering from several late, late nights
filled with whiskey and beautiful women
including shirley manson.
finally saw my favorite woman in the world in person
garbage was fucking incredible in atlantic city!
note: i did not take this video nor would i ever use the number 2 instead of one of those beautiful little morsels that we call W-O-R-D-S in the title.
wonderfully long bus rides to and from new cities
means a wonderfully long playlist to accompany the scenery.
you know,
the rolling hills, the used car lots, the fornicating cattle.
(yes, i did assemble and listen to this in alphabetical order)
Aereogramme -- Sleep and Release
Air -- Pocket Symphony
Alice in Chains -- Jar of Flies
Arms and Sleepers -- Matador
Autopsy -- Macabre Eternal
Bathory -- Hammerheart
Bloody Panda -- Summon: Invocation
Burning Witch/Goatsnake -- Split
Caspian -- Tertia
Cough -- Ritual Abuse
Corrupted -- El Mundo Frio
Earth -- Earth 2: Special Low Frequency Version
Electric Wizard -- Dopethrone
Isis/Pig Destroyer -- Split
Jesu/Battle of Mice -- Split
Led Zeppelin -- II
Melvins -- Gluey Porch Treatments
Mogwai -- Young Team
Mudhoney -- My Brother The Cow
Old Man Gloom -- Christmas Eve: Part I and II and VI
Portishead -- Roseland NYC (Live)
Radiohead -- I Might Be Wrong
Skinny Puppy -- VIVIsectVI
Sleep -- Sleep's Holy Mountain
Smashing Pumpkins -- Gish
Witchcraft -- S/T
I am in the june issue of inked magazine!
i had a blast shooting for that and inked girls in new york back in november.
go check it out!
( i suppose now you will all know my real name. )
classes are over at last and I have a small pile of summer reading to look forward to.
i am seeing radiohead again next week in ohio!
i can't wait.
sorry to be short
but hopefully, sweet.
i am going to sip on my coffee outside,
do some naked yoga to satanic doom metal,
and then bake strawberry cookies with white chocolate chips.
i hope life is wonderful.
ciao, baby.
<3 Rexx
been out of town
recovering from several late, late nights
filled with whiskey and beautiful women
including shirley manson.
finally saw my favorite woman in the world in person
garbage was fucking incredible in atlantic city!
note: i did not take this video nor would i ever use the number 2 instead of one of those beautiful little morsels that we call W-O-R-D-S in the title.
wonderfully long bus rides to and from new cities
means a wonderfully long playlist to accompany the scenery.
you know,
the rolling hills, the used car lots, the fornicating cattle.
(yes, i did assemble and listen to this in alphabetical order)
Aereogramme -- Sleep and Release
Air -- Pocket Symphony
Alice in Chains -- Jar of Flies
Arms and Sleepers -- Matador
Autopsy -- Macabre Eternal
Bathory -- Hammerheart
Bloody Panda -- Summon: Invocation
Burning Witch/Goatsnake -- Split
Caspian -- Tertia
Cough -- Ritual Abuse
Corrupted -- El Mundo Frio
Earth -- Earth 2: Special Low Frequency Version
Electric Wizard -- Dopethrone
Isis/Pig Destroyer -- Split
Jesu/Battle of Mice -- Split
Led Zeppelin -- II
Melvins -- Gluey Porch Treatments
Mogwai -- Young Team
Mudhoney -- My Brother The Cow
Old Man Gloom -- Christmas Eve: Part I and II and VI
Portishead -- Roseland NYC (Live)
Radiohead -- I Might Be Wrong
Skinny Puppy -- VIVIsectVI
Sleep -- Sleep's Holy Mountain
Smashing Pumpkins -- Gish
Witchcraft -- S/T
I am in the june issue of inked magazine!
i had a blast shooting for that and inked girls in new york back in november.
go check it out!
( i suppose now you will all know my real name.
)classes are over at last and I have a small pile of summer reading to look forward to.
i am seeing radiohead again next week in ohio!
i can't wait.
sorry to be short
but hopefully, sweet.
i am going to sip on my coffee outside,
do some naked yoga to satanic doom metal,
and then bake strawberry cookies with white chocolate chips.
i hope life is wonderful.
ciao, baby.
<3 Rexx
a very small chid is screaming directly in front of my house.
i actually got up from my comfy couch perch to make sure the incessant wails were human
because after a few minutes i started questioning whether it were a duck being strangled..
luckily it was only an infant, a fresh addition to this twirling world,
come to join in the infinite scream of life
(and to induce loathing in my heart with each and every helpless, bawling episode).
through rage and fear, roller-coaster rides and good, hard fucks..
we are all destined to scream forever.
i wonder what the other animal species think when they hear these shrieking vocal displays?
sometimes it feels great, magnificent even, to scream for absolutely no reason at all,
for the bloody fuck of it.
i think it would be fantastic if we all stepped out onto our front porches, right now,
took in the scenery for a moment,
sucked down an overly-dramatic drag of joe, or beer, or joint or smoke,
then just put our fleshly faces to the wind
and fucking SCREAMED..
only to stop and walk directly back indoors.
i'm imagining people all around the world at this very moment doing this..
the four or five or however many of you actually read this here thing.
i can see the neighbors horrible stares,
the startled birds flying rapidly upward,
the cat in the cracked window, tilting its head to one side..
and you, screaming,
completely, joyfully mad for that one moment, not giving one flying fuck.
perhaps a ball scratch or a roar of self-inflicted laughter follows
and then an abrupt return to the inside from whence you suddenly came.
i cannot imagine what all of these insides look like..
only the porches, the stoops or the sidewalks.
i know this won't happen,
but if anyone actually does this
and has solid audio/visual proof
i will send you a prize,
no matter where you live.
tell me of your experience.
i start a new job tomorrow.
my third employment change in the past year
but the first that feels like a new leaf.
bakery business, i return to you with open arms
(that will no longer have to be covered with long sleeves).
as for today, it has been nothing short of wonderful.
woke up early and smiled at the fact that tomorrow marks the start of the month of these highly anticipated events of the manson variety:
then, in honor of having a total revisit to my still-reigning, fourth-grade obsessions,
i had a nice viewing of the craft in my skivvies with hot java and the sunshine pouring in.
sewed a few rexxy-original digs
including these atheist leopard shorts.
meow.
took a long walk in the deliciously warm weather of today,
indulging my feet and skin and brains
and ears:
Witchcraft - Self-Titled
Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X
Bathory - Under the Sign of the Black Mark
Corrupted - Garten Der Unbewusstheit
Death - Leprosy
Jesu - Ascension
worked on finishing the final scraps of homework and exams for the last week of classes. whew. to be continued...in the fall, i do suppose. perhaps my ten-year plan will not last so long. or perhaps it will never end. it all depends on how i feel at any given moment.
i have a near mountain's worth of books that i've collected over the months to read for my own personal joy and self-education. a mountain that will only get larger once i return my textbooks to gracious old amazon.com. with no more class, my nag-champa-loving nose will be buried in books all summer long.
i rewarded my hard work by baking an absolutely scrumptious, gooey batch of red velvet chocolate chip cookies. yum!
in addition to marilyn and shirley, code orange kids (sick local band, now signed to deathwish) is playing here tomorrow night at the smiling moose! last week i got to catch a friend from virginia's band, cough, (awesome jams if you like doom) at the moose as well. they opened for weedeater!
i went to an incredible blues and burlesque show here in pittsburgh at the rex (the rex!). it was really, really, REALLY amazing. davina and the vagabonds played the blues (her voice is smashing. absolutely smashing), while kinky kitty cabaret dazzled us with their burlesque excellence. if this show travels to your town, you should definitely check it out.
music is good
times are good
life is good
and now you are all caught up on little old me.
i hope all of your days have been lovely!
thanks for stopping by my little piece of the universe.
till next time...
<3 Rexx
i actually got up from my comfy couch perch to make sure the incessant wails were human
because after a few minutes i started questioning whether it were a duck being strangled..
luckily it was only an infant, a fresh addition to this twirling world,
come to join in the infinite scream of life
(and to induce loathing in my heart with each and every helpless, bawling episode).
through rage and fear, roller-coaster rides and good, hard fucks..
we are all destined to scream forever.
i wonder what the other animal species think when they hear these shrieking vocal displays?
sometimes it feels great, magnificent even, to scream for absolutely no reason at all,
for the bloody fuck of it.
i think it would be fantastic if we all stepped out onto our front porches, right now,
took in the scenery for a moment,
sucked down an overly-dramatic drag of joe, or beer, or joint or smoke,
then just put our fleshly faces to the wind
and fucking SCREAMED..
only to stop and walk directly back indoors.
i'm imagining people all around the world at this very moment doing this..
the four or five or however many of you actually read this here thing.
i can see the neighbors horrible stares,
the startled birds flying rapidly upward,
the cat in the cracked window, tilting its head to one side..
and you, screaming,
completely, joyfully mad for that one moment, not giving one flying fuck.
perhaps a ball scratch or a roar of self-inflicted laughter follows
and then an abrupt return to the inside from whence you suddenly came.
i cannot imagine what all of these insides look like..
only the porches, the stoops or the sidewalks.
i know this won't happen,
but if anyone actually does this
and has solid audio/visual proof
i will send you a prize,
no matter where you live.
tell me of your experience.
i start a new job tomorrow.
my third employment change in the past year
but the first that feels like a new leaf.
bakery business, i return to you with open arms
(that will no longer have to be covered with long sleeves).
as for today, it has been nothing short of wonderful.
woke up early and smiled at the fact that tomorrow marks the start of the month of these highly anticipated events of the manson variety:
then, in honor of having a total revisit to my still-reigning, fourth-grade obsessions,
i had a nice viewing of the craft in my skivvies with hot java and the sunshine pouring in.
sewed a few rexxy-original digs
including these atheist leopard shorts.
meow.
took a long walk in the deliciously warm weather of today,
indulging my feet and skin and brains
and ears:
Witchcraft - Self-Titled
Sneaker Pimps - Becoming X
Bathory - Under the Sign of the Black Mark
Corrupted - Garten Der Unbewusstheit
Death - Leprosy
Jesu - Ascension
worked on finishing the final scraps of homework and exams for the last week of classes. whew. to be continued...in the fall, i do suppose. perhaps my ten-year plan will not last so long. or perhaps it will never end. it all depends on how i feel at any given moment.
i have a near mountain's worth of books that i've collected over the months to read for my own personal joy and self-education. a mountain that will only get larger once i return my textbooks to gracious old amazon.com. with no more class, my nag-champa-loving nose will be buried in books all summer long.
i rewarded my hard work by baking an absolutely scrumptious, gooey batch of red velvet chocolate chip cookies. yum!
in addition to marilyn and shirley, code orange kids (sick local band, now signed to deathwish) is playing here tomorrow night at the smiling moose! last week i got to catch a friend from virginia's band, cough, (awesome jams if you like doom) at the moose as well. they opened for weedeater!
i went to an incredible blues and burlesque show here in pittsburgh at the rex (the rex!). it was really, really, REALLY amazing. davina and the vagabonds played the blues (her voice is smashing. absolutely smashing), while kinky kitty cabaret dazzled us with their burlesque excellence. if this show travels to your town, you should definitely check it out.
music is good
times are good
life is good
and now you are all caught up on little old me.
i hope all of your days have been lovely!
thanks for stopping by my little piece of the universe.
till next time...
<3 Rexx
hey baby
it is an absolutely radiant spring day.
the grass and dandelions of my odd, slanted yard are comically overgrown,
to be fussed over another day.
for now the sun's tender bugs float and twirl all about it,
i am lying belly-down in bed, window wide open, twirling my wavy strands
wiggling my toes, just letting myself be dazzled by their jungle ballet.
(and my daily bird's on the fence do not seem to mind, either)
at certain moments they rise up
(tiny white specks from here)
as micrometeroids drift down through the atmosphere
(seen pouring into my room when the light is just right)
and there is no battle,
just a passing through of one another.
perhaps we should all learn to be so lessened in our concern with others
with their thoughts on life and of us,
with their actions, political views, styles, vocabularies,
with whether they snort or smoke or swallow
with how they raise their children
we are destined to be disgusted with our own species and on too rare occasions,
endeared.
to expect drastic change of a species of nearly seven billion and rising
of humanity's size and capabilities
must be exhausting.
to be concerned and to take action in whatever way you do is noble and worthy
however, some days we have to look outside of ourselves
feel honored that despite the monstrosities of mankind,
there are scatterings of precious gems
and we are still in the presence of so many other wonderful life forms
that live and die without having to scowl at distasteful actions to pass
without a relentless struggle for money
without convincing themselves that the reason for the existence of life goes beyond
merely continuing the existence of life
but it is still fun to dance and sing and craft and ride and know we can be cured of ailments
but please, world, just for a few moments, a few days, a few years...
stop being so serious.
wake up and smell the bacon.
(and whatever you vegans eat)
tell the man "fuck you, man" at least every so often
remember that money is useful but you can indeed survive without much of it if you must
(and even just for kicks)
fall in love with the tiny feet of birds as they flit about on city streets
while a woman in a suit screams into her telephone,
"Mommy can't come to your soccer game!!! she has a HAIR APPOINTMENT!!!!!"
never, ever, forget life before twitter and facebook.
in fact, take time out to remember it well.
someone recently said to me after a trip to the used movie store: "i can't believe you still buy dvds!"
i guess i have rapidly become old-fashioned by today's standards.
well, i was staring out the window about to catch you up on the events of the past couple of weeks and now we have landed here, somehow. i am also not sure how to end this, and so i will just awkwardly transition.
i mentioned bacon...i do legitimately want to know if there is a vegetarian/vegan alternative to bacon that actually tastes somewhat like bacon? i don't plan to ever abandon my omnivorous ways, but i have always been curious.
but anyhow,
events!
me and my amazing lovah took some time off and made a journey down to virginia and then to new york. in virginia i got to visit my parents/sister/brother and they took me out for a belated birthday dinner at my favorite mexican joint. they also got me chocolate/banana/peanut butter cupcakes with white chocolate on top and even got skull napkins to serve them on. they know me so well.
the next day i headed to richmond and went to my favorite bookstore in all of the united states, chop suey, and purchased a few gems.
that night was the converge show in richmond that i've been anticipating for months.
it was fucking brutal!
i found this video of them performing last light at this show:
the next day we drove to new york where we stayed with a friend in queens.
it was super late when we got in and i was still pretty beat up from the show so we stayed in
but started early the next day with a brunch of kings at a place called cafe bar.
bacon! coffee! bloody marys! sunshine!
it is an absolutely radiant spring day.
the grass and dandelions of my odd, slanted yard are comically overgrown,
to be fussed over another day.
for now the sun's tender bugs float and twirl all about it,
i am lying belly-down in bed, window wide open, twirling my wavy strands
wiggling my toes, just letting myself be dazzled by their jungle ballet.
(and my daily bird's on the fence do not seem to mind, either)
at certain moments they rise up
(tiny white specks from here)
as micrometeroids drift down through the atmosphere
(seen pouring into my room when the light is just right)
and there is no battle,
just a passing through of one another.
perhaps we should all learn to be so lessened in our concern with others
with their thoughts on life and of us,
with their actions, political views, styles, vocabularies,
with whether they snort or smoke or swallow
with how they raise their children
we are destined to be disgusted with our own species and on too rare occasions,
endeared.
to expect drastic change of a species of nearly seven billion and rising
of humanity's size and capabilities
must be exhausting.
to be concerned and to take action in whatever way you do is noble and worthy
however, some days we have to look outside of ourselves
feel honored that despite the monstrosities of mankind,
there are scatterings of precious gems
and we are still in the presence of so many other wonderful life forms
that live and die without having to scowl at distasteful actions to pass
without a relentless struggle for money
without convincing themselves that the reason for the existence of life goes beyond
merely continuing the existence of life
but it is still fun to dance and sing and craft and ride and know we can be cured of ailments
but please, world, just for a few moments, a few days, a few years...
stop being so serious.
wake up and smell the bacon.
(and whatever you vegans eat)
tell the man "fuck you, man" at least every so often
remember that money is useful but you can indeed survive without much of it if you must
(and even just for kicks)
fall in love with the tiny feet of birds as they flit about on city streets
while a woman in a suit screams into her telephone,
"Mommy can't come to your soccer game!!! she has a HAIR APPOINTMENT!!!!!"
never, ever, forget life before twitter and facebook.
in fact, take time out to remember it well.
someone recently said to me after a trip to the used movie store: "i can't believe you still buy dvds!"
i guess i have rapidly become old-fashioned by today's standards.
well, i was staring out the window about to catch you up on the events of the past couple of weeks and now we have landed here, somehow. i am also not sure how to end this, and so i will just awkwardly transition.
i mentioned bacon...i do legitimately want to know if there is a vegetarian/vegan alternative to bacon that actually tastes somewhat like bacon? i don't plan to ever abandon my omnivorous ways, but i have always been curious.
but anyhow,
events!
me and my amazing lovah took some time off and made a journey down to virginia and then to new york. in virginia i got to visit my parents/sister/brother and they took me out for a belated birthday dinner at my favorite mexican joint. they also got me chocolate/banana/peanut butter cupcakes with white chocolate on top and even got skull napkins to serve them on. they know me so well.
the next day i headed to richmond and went to my favorite bookstore in all of the united states, chop suey, and purchased a few gems.
that night was the converge show in richmond that i've been anticipating for months.
it was fucking brutal!
i found this video of them performing last light at this show:
the next day we drove to new york where we stayed with a friend in queens.
it was super late when we got in and i was still pretty beat up from the show so we stayed in
but started early the next day with a brunch of kings at a place called cafe bar.
bacon! coffee! bloody marys! sunshine!
we checked out the high line which is amazing! a public park built on a historic freight rail above the west side of manhattan. walked the entire length twice. marvelous people watching.
the museum of modern art is free on friday nights, so that was a given.
there was a lot of cool stuff and a lot of questionable stuff, like any museum
some of my favorite pieces were
this painting called napolean on the wilderness by max ernst
this crazy egg filled with pieces of hair, bone, and timepieces by natsuyuki nakanishi
and this installation piece, for the panty hose fetishists
friday night was wild and fun. slugging whiskey and beer in queens and east village until 6 am.
i was proud of myself for finally somewhat figuring out the subway system on this trip.
saturday we went to eat at my beloved kati roll
as well as got delish donuts at the doughnut plant
saturday night we headed to brooklyn to see converge again at the music hall of williamsburg
(i LOVED this venue. the sound was incredible)
this show wasn't quite as intimate and violent as the one in richmond but still fabulous.
pianos become the teeth killed it as well.
they are one of the best bands to surface in the past few years in my opinion, i haven't seen so many people this genuinely stoked and moved by hardcore music in a very, very long time. i'm so happy they got the opportunity to tour with converge, who has personally influenced my life more than any other band.
a video from the brooklyn show! (long, but a great one)
now i am back in lovely little pittsburgh.
i've been struggling with shitty corporate jobs for the past year, ever since i quit the bakery
i found a new opportunity a couple of months ago but it just isn't what i thought it would be
life is too short to hate your job
i've been wanting to get back into the bakery business while i finish school and generally continue to feel life out, because it is a trade that i genuinely love and want to learn more about
on a whim i came across an opportunity at a local bread bakery who does everything here in pittsburgh, all the way from the mill. fresh. local. and it is located in the complete opposite direction from downtown. i have had to experience downtown pittsburgh every day of my working life for almost seven years. GET ME OUT OF THERE.
i would actually get to learn to bake bread which excites me.
and the possibility of not having to wear long sleeves the entire summer fills my heart with joy
interview is on wednesday, regardless of the result, i gotta get out of where i am
wish me luck
its been a glorious day ever since.
lounged at my favorite neighborhood coffee shop for a cup of joe and some quality reading time
added some treasures to my thrift store coffee mug collection:
otherwise been hanging in my skivvies enjoying a day free of homework and work of all kinds
i have some goods for sale in the swap meet group!!! check it out if you wish.
thanks for stopping by, sexy people of the land.
it has been a pleasure to share with you, as always.
til' we meet again..
<3 Rexxy
for things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision
i cannot decide in which direction to walk
but this doesn't matter to me, and i might as well
decide to climb a mountain (it looks almost flat)
as decide to go home
or to a bar or restaurant or to the home
of some friend as charming and ineffectual as i am
because these pauses are supposed to be life
and they sink steel needles deep into the poors, as though to say
there is no use trying to escape
and it is all here anyway.
-john ashberry
peace and love, baby.
oops, i drank the entire pot of coffee again.
dogwoods bloom
with a swift lunacy each year
all over the east side of town
at spring's first fluttering lid
on cool mornings
while i wait
their petals swirl around me
with cigarette butts
with plastic vagabonds
in the form of bags
i giggle, feeling quite
the little princess
with all this swirling
of hair and white matter
petals begin to pile
like snow
like confetti after the parade
someone walks up and i wonder
what they would have thought
of the breeze's matinee
and
if it all stopped at just that very moment
or if it were only in my head
i like to think the wind with all her powers reserves some moments for only certain humans' witness.
or perhaps it is just the dreamy tree-hugger beneath my gloomy exterior speaking.
listening to: Craft - Void
stuff reduction.
winter remnants tucked away.
sunglasses found.
the skeleton's scarf removed.
next week to virginia and new york. (converge, converge)
next month to atlantic city. (garbage)
next next month to cuyahoga falls. (radiohead)
manson in between.
camping, grilling, flesh.
classes almost over.
spirit willing and able
body frisky and limber.
beer in the fridge.
as for today, i'm off. plethora of sludgy, blacky, doomy, metal,
reading with the window slightly more than cracked,
my tiny flame twirling beside me in the breeze.
live well.
don't take any guff from these fucking swine.
<3 Rexxy
dogwoods bloom
with a swift lunacy each year
all over the east side of town
at spring's first fluttering lid
on cool mornings
while i wait
their petals swirl around me
with cigarette butts
with plastic vagabonds
in the form of bags
i giggle, feeling quite
the little princess
with all this swirling
of hair and white matter
petals begin to pile
like snow
like confetti after the parade
someone walks up and i wonder
what they would have thought
of the breeze's matinee
and
if it all stopped at just that very moment
or if it were only in my head
i like to think the wind with all her powers reserves some moments for only certain humans' witness.
or perhaps it is just the dreamy tree-hugger beneath my gloomy exterior speaking.
listening to: Craft - Void
stuff reduction.
winter remnants tucked away.
sunglasses found.
the skeleton's scarf removed.
next week to virginia and new york. (converge, converge)
next month to atlantic city. (garbage)
next next month to cuyahoga falls. (radiohead)
manson in between.
camping, grilling, flesh.
classes almost over.
spirit willing and able
body frisky and limber.
beer in the fridge.
as for today, i'm off. plethora of sludgy, blacky, doomy, metal,
reading with the window slightly more than cracked,
my tiny flame twirling beside me in the breeze.
live well.
don't take any guff from these fucking swine.
<3 Rexxy
well, it is a nice, chilled evening here in pittsburgh. took a raging hot, candlelit shower with an after work beer and now i'm ready to settle down for some serious studying and inevitably, some porn (well, after these brief messages, that is ) . online classes and my porn addiction are forced to mingle when they are both just a click away on the same screen. first world problems.
i've been enjoying the relatively cooler weather these past few days and doing miles and miles of wandering the trail that runs along the allegheny river. my work and my home are both easily accessible from it and sometimes when the mood and the weather are just right the six mile trek beckons my feet to hit the dusty road. sometimes i'll put on an album that seems to track with the experience in an almost unbelievably magical way. the other day it was panopticon by isis. after about five miles i came to a strange spot where i needed to be on a bridge but couldn't seem to find an accessible way that wasn't life risking. i would have had to turn all the way back but another half mile of exploring the terrain i found the way. the song playing at just this moment was 'altered path'. perfect. if there aren't many people out i'll go bare ears and enjoy the vast melodies of nature, free of screaming children and inevitable drunken river yelling. i like to wander about for at least a mile or two each day. hell i'd walk the entire country and back if my knees would allow it. the most i have ever walked in one day was nearly 30 miles in boston a few years back when i was on my cross-country trip. two months of just me, my legs, and greyhound buses. i really need to look into more hiking around here that is accessible without a car but outside of the city limits. more mountainous. suggestions, fellow inhabitants of pittsburgh?
it is not often that i blog with more photos than words but i have a few to share and i think that it will be just fine. 'tis what i've been up to these past few weeks:
happy that the baby leaves are beginning to sprout. i have been observing them since i first noticed the buds begin to swell on the tips of the branches.
never ceasing to marvel at a tiny coincidence happened upon at just the right moment. seeing this as i walked into work made my day. it doesn't take much, realize.
i baked some scrumptious skull cakes with reese puff brains.
hanging in my well known pittsburghian nooks. finding new spots to dwell. smiling at the mallards and geese nibbling the grass and floating peacefully along together in the water.
every morning i walk by this wall (and for quite some time now have stopped by it for a moment before moving on) revel in the power of the words, wondering who wrote it and how it has remained untouched for so long. envying the little home that exists on top of it with so many ducks and such a nice sunrise and set to see each day. i'd love to talk to whoever is up there behind that blanket.
i don't usually spend a lot of money on clothing items but i bought myself some new docs for my birthday. twenty-five, baby. thanks for the wishes
been doing a lot of porch chilling in these unseasonably hot march days. the grill has been fired up! go on and admire my kabobs. i am the master of the meats in this house of four men and one gal.
we are lucky to have an incredible rooftop on our three story house and tis the season to climb out once again. roof scrabble! roof jams! roof beers!
i discovered a collection of over a hundred wasp carcasses and nest remnants under a ledge by the river. i have been having some difficulties with my old film slr so this does not do them justice but as a huge fan of death and decay it made me leap for joy to find these. you can barely tell here but these two died and were preserved in mid thrust!
i've been dabbling in some sewing over the past year. this is one of my favorites so far. i made this shirt in the winter out of two of my boyfriend's old band t-shirts and a lace skirt. it was finally warm enough to wear it! i've been sewing by hand which i love on a rainy day with the window cracked and a nice big joint, but my lovely mom got me a sewing machine for my birthday so i'm excited to start doing more. i have a ton of ideas and fabrics and look forward to having more time once spring semester is over to dabble with a plethora of lingerie i've been dying to start on.
well that about sums it up. i got yet another session done on my sleeve, one more session and it will be complete! it is such an amazing feeling after all these years to finally have the money to crank out what i have wanted and envisioned for so long. its just how i wanted it. it is mid-heal so i'll save the photos for next time. road trips upcoming to virginia, nyc, atlantic city, ohio and god knows where else for a plethora of shows including converge, birds in row, pianos become the teeth, radiohead, garbage, marilyn manson...
otherwise i've just been my usual self,
whiskey bent and hell bound.
yeah. i am quoting hank williams jr while listening to slayer,
but i saw the album on an old juke box the other day and i couldn't resist.
whatever.
love. peace. happiness. bacon. rainbows. clouds. penetration.
viva!
time to hit the books.
as always, till next time...
<3 Rexxy
) . online classes and my porn addiction are forced to mingle when they are both just a click away on the same screen. first world problems.i've been enjoying the relatively cooler weather these past few days and doing miles and miles of wandering the trail that runs along the allegheny river. my work and my home are both easily accessible from it and sometimes when the mood and the weather are just right the six mile trek beckons my feet to hit the dusty road. sometimes i'll put on an album that seems to track with the experience in an almost unbelievably magical way. the other day it was panopticon by isis. after about five miles i came to a strange spot where i needed to be on a bridge but couldn't seem to find an accessible way that wasn't life risking. i would have had to turn all the way back but another half mile of exploring the terrain i found the way. the song playing at just this moment was 'altered path'. perfect. if there aren't many people out i'll go bare ears and enjoy the vast melodies of nature, free of screaming children and inevitable drunken river yelling. i like to wander about for at least a mile or two each day. hell i'd walk the entire country and back if my knees would allow it. the most i have ever walked in one day was nearly 30 miles in boston a few years back when i was on my cross-country trip. two months of just me, my legs, and greyhound buses. i really need to look into more hiking around here that is accessible without a car but outside of the city limits. more mountainous. suggestions, fellow inhabitants of pittsburgh?
it is not often that i blog with more photos than words but i have a few to share and i think that it will be just fine. 'tis what i've been up to these past few weeks:
happy that the baby leaves are beginning to sprout. i have been observing them since i first noticed the buds begin to swell on the tips of the branches.
never ceasing to marvel at a tiny coincidence happened upon at just the right moment. seeing this as i walked into work made my day. it doesn't take much, realize.
i baked some scrumptious skull cakes with reese puff brains.
hanging in my well known pittsburghian nooks. finding new spots to dwell. smiling at the mallards and geese nibbling the grass and floating peacefully along together in the water.
every morning i walk by this wall (and for quite some time now have stopped by it for a moment before moving on) revel in the power of the words, wondering who wrote it and how it has remained untouched for so long. envying the little home that exists on top of it with so many ducks and such a nice sunrise and set to see each day. i'd love to talk to whoever is up there behind that blanket.
i don't usually spend a lot of money on clothing items but i bought myself some new docs for my birthday. twenty-five, baby. thanks for the wishes
been doing a lot of porch chilling in these unseasonably hot march days. the grill has been fired up! go on and admire my kabobs. i am the master of the meats in this house of four men and one gal.
we are lucky to have an incredible rooftop on our three story house and tis the season to climb out once again. roof scrabble! roof jams! roof beers!
i discovered a collection of over a hundred wasp carcasses and nest remnants under a ledge by the river. i have been having some difficulties with my old film slr so this does not do them justice but as a huge fan of death and decay it made me leap for joy to find these. you can barely tell here but these two died and were preserved in mid thrust!
i've been dabbling in some sewing over the past year. this is one of my favorites so far. i made this shirt in the winter out of two of my boyfriend's old band t-shirts and a lace skirt. it was finally warm enough to wear it! i've been sewing by hand which i love on a rainy day with the window cracked and a nice big joint, but my lovely mom got me a sewing machine for my birthday so i'm excited to start doing more. i have a ton of ideas and fabrics and look forward to having more time once spring semester is over to dabble with a plethora of lingerie i've been dying to start on.
well that about sums it up. i got yet another session done on my sleeve, one more session and it will be complete! it is such an amazing feeling after all these years to finally have the money to crank out what i have wanted and envisioned for so long. its just how i wanted it. it is mid-heal so i'll save the photos for next time. road trips upcoming to virginia, nyc, atlantic city, ohio and god knows where else for a plethora of shows including converge, birds in row, pianos become the teeth, radiohead, garbage, marilyn manson...
otherwise i've just been my usual self,
whiskey bent and hell bound.
yeah. i am quoting hank williams jr while listening to slayer,
but i saw the album on an old juke box the other day and i couldn't resist.
whatever.
love. peace. happiness. bacon. rainbows. clouds. penetration.
viva!
time to hit the books.
as always, till next time...
<3 Rexxy
my love puffs! it has been far too long!
i call you puffs because later i have plans to create some delicious cupcakes involving chocolate cake, chocolate-peanut butter icing, and reeses puffs. in the shape of SKULLS thanks to my adorable little sister's gift to me of skull-shaped cupcake molds.
things have been things which have been busy but great.
i got fired from my shitty job which i hated and could not be more happy about. i think i literally jumped for joy at the sound of the word "terminated".
i was hoping to enjoy weeks of unemployment but i found an opportunity to work in a small cafe that just opened a week ago at the aviary here in pittsburgh. the price was right and i am an aviary member and spend a good deal of time there already with my beloved birds and so i decided to abandon my hopes of days upon days of beautiful productive nothingness and take the job. i love it! it reminds me of my bakery days. busy and myself. fuck the monstrosity in between.
i just bought radiohead tickets for the show at blossom music center in june. this will be my third time seeing radiohead. the first time was also at blossom about four summers ago, which i actually quit a job to make it to and the second was at the tip of a fucking epic road trip down to mexico city with my good friend zepp101. i cannot wait to see them again.
speaking of zepp101 .. on my days off last week i hopped the megabus to new york and then skipped over to jersey for a visit to him. we ate and drank copious amounts of coffee in jersey diners and had an adventure including a few hours of driving around lost in a random china town which had me salivating for bubble tea. it was worth it once we finally made our way to some abandoned ruins overlooking the city of new york. it was a grand time and always nice to skip town for a day or two. or forever.
my soundtrack for the ride was as follows:
Corrupted - Vasana
Burning Witch - Crippled Lucifer
Acid Bath - Hymns of the Needle Freak
Dizzy Gillespie - Live at Newpork
Bohren and Der Club of Gore - Black Earth
Charles Bukowski - 90 Minutes in Hell
Deftones - Around the Fur
Fiona Apple - When the Pawn
Gifts from Enola - Self-Titled
Isis - Oceanic Remixes and Reinterpretations
Made Out of Babies - Trophy
Helms Alee - Weatherhead
Mastadon - Remission
U.S. Christmas - Eat the Low Dogs
Neurosis - Through Silver and Blood
pure magic.
this is apparently the year for amazing tours. in addition to radiohead, there are hardly words to express my enthrallment for these two:
shirley manson defined my childhood (in case you've never been able to tell by the heavy eyeliner that i have adorned since fifth grade). i think she is one of the most gorgeous women in the entire world. i look through photos of her now from the nineties and it almost makes me laugh how much my own style resembles hers from back then. it must have been some sort of sub-conscious influence that lingered with me until adult-hood. i was a youngster in the prime of the nineties grunge scene but my baby-sitter was a high school girl named amber who completely embodied all that it was about. she was the coolest person i knew. i hung out with few friends because thats just the hermit i have always been but i would hardly be able to sit still in school because i couldn't wait to get home and listen to the music she would bring over. when i first met her we were still jamming out to cassettes of garbage, smashing pumpkins, pearl jam... there was an awesome radio station in richmond called the buzz back then (long since dead) that taught me about nirvana and we would watch mtv and swoon over gavin rossdale in the old bush videos. her boyfriend was eighteen so he would rent us horror movies. i was obsessed with the children of the corn and friday the thirteenth movies in third-fourth grade (and still am) but my parents would never let me rent them. i'll never forget that girl. shirley manson, fiona apple, and amber williamson the babysitter. cheers to you.
school is going well. i'm currently all online via a local community college and this semester i am taking introductory astronomy, medical terminology, and religions of the world. it is quite time consuming and it makes me sad that i have hardly any time to devour books of my own choosing but the subject matter is so rich and compelling that it has been quite enjoyable. i may even keep my medical terminology textbook for the plethora of gruesome photos.
i did find time to read the illuminations by rimbaud. his poetry is magnificent.
otherwise life has been my usual: bacon, sex, coffee, long walks..
more sleeve work!
oh! and i even got to spend two weeks dog-sitting for my most favorite love-noodle of all time. his name is moose. he belongs to one of my past roommates who ended up moving to colorado. i haven't seen him in a year and was ecstatic to have the opportunity to spoil him again.
the days are longer.
i anticipate the leaves.
i feel a slight pang of sadness that winter never truly reared her ugly head.
there is something about the remnants of tiny activities that you have done earlier in the day, stumbled upon just the way you left them..
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i wish i could ramble on for days and days. but it is a drizzly one here and the first i've had off and to myself in weeks so i'm going to put on the ol' stompy boots and wander amidst the grey. see what i can find and feel and wonder about.
i love yinz babies. i'll be around. lets be in touch.
<3 Rexx
i call you puffs because later i have plans to create some delicious cupcakes involving chocolate cake, chocolate-peanut butter icing, and reeses puffs. in the shape of SKULLS
thanks to my adorable little sister's gift to me of skull-shaped cupcake molds.things have been things which have been busy but great.
i got fired from my shitty job which i hated and could not be more happy about. i think i literally jumped for joy at the sound of the word "terminated".
i was hoping to enjoy weeks of unemployment but i found an opportunity to work in a small cafe that just opened a week ago at the aviary here in pittsburgh. the price was right and i am an aviary member and spend a good deal of time there already with my beloved birds and so i decided to abandon my hopes of days upon days of beautiful productive nothingness and take the job. i love it! it reminds me of my bakery days. busy and myself. fuck the monstrosity in between.
i just bought radiohead tickets for the show at blossom music center in june.
this will be my third time seeing radiohead. the first time was also at blossom about four summers ago, which i actually quit a job to make it to and the second was at the tip of a fucking epic road trip down to mexico city with my good friend zepp101. i cannot wait to see them again.speaking of zepp101 .. on my days off last week i hopped the megabus to new york and then skipped over to jersey for a visit to him. we ate and drank copious amounts of coffee in jersey diners and had an adventure including a few hours of driving around lost in a random china town which had me salivating for bubble tea. it was worth it once we finally made our way to some abandoned ruins overlooking the city of new york. it was a grand time and always nice to skip town for a day or two. or forever.
my soundtrack for the ride was as follows:
Corrupted - Vasana
Burning Witch - Crippled Lucifer
Acid Bath - Hymns of the Needle Freak
Dizzy Gillespie - Live at Newpork
Bohren and Der Club of Gore - Black Earth
Charles Bukowski - 90 Minutes in Hell
Deftones - Around the Fur
Fiona Apple - When the Pawn
Gifts from Enola - Self-Titled
Isis - Oceanic Remixes and Reinterpretations
Made Out of Babies - Trophy
Helms Alee - Weatherhead
Mastadon - Remission
U.S. Christmas - Eat the Low Dogs
Neurosis - Through Silver and Blood
pure magic.
this is apparently the year for amazing tours. in addition to radiohead, there are hardly words to express my enthrallment for these two:
shirley manson defined my childhood (in case you've never been able to tell by the heavy eyeliner that i have adorned since fifth grade). i think she is one of the most gorgeous women in the entire world. i look through photos of her now from the nineties and it almost makes me laugh how much my own style resembles hers from back then. it must have been some sort of sub-conscious influence that lingered with me until adult-hood. i was a youngster in the prime of the nineties grunge scene but my baby-sitter was a high school girl named amber who completely embodied all that it was about. she was the coolest person i knew. i hung out with few friends because thats just the hermit i have always been but i would hardly be able to sit still in school because i couldn't wait to get home and listen to the music she would bring over. when i first met her we were still jamming out to cassettes of garbage, smashing pumpkins, pearl jam... there was an awesome radio station in richmond called the buzz back then (long since dead) that taught me about nirvana and we would watch mtv and swoon over gavin rossdale in the old bush videos. her boyfriend was eighteen so he would rent us horror movies. i was obsessed with the children of the corn and friday the thirteenth movies in third-fourth grade (and still am) but my parents would never let me rent them. i'll never forget that girl. shirley manson, fiona apple, and amber williamson the babysitter. cheers to you.
school is going well. i'm currently all online via a local community college and this semester i am taking introductory astronomy, medical terminology, and religions of the world. it is quite time consuming and it makes me sad that i have hardly any time to devour books of my own choosing but the subject matter is so rich and compelling that it has been quite enjoyable. i may even keep my medical terminology textbook for the plethora of gruesome photos.
i did find time to read the illuminations by rimbaud. his poetry is magnificent.
otherwise life has been my usual: bacon, sex, coffee, long walks..
more sleeve work!
oh! and i even got to spend two weeks dog-sitting for my most favorite love-noodle of all time. his name is moose. he belongs to one of my past roommates who ended up moving to colorado. i haven't seen him in a year and was ecstatic to have the opportunity to spoil him again.
the days are longer.
i anticipate the leaves.
i feel a slight pang of sadness that winter never truly reared her ugly head.
there is something about the remnants of tiny activities that you have done earlier in the day, stumbled upon just the way you left them..
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i wish i could ramble on for days and days. but it is a drizzly one here and the first i've had off and to myself in weeks so i'm going to put on the ol' stompy boots and wander amidst the grey. see what i can find and feel and wonder about.
i love yinz babies. i'll be around. lets be in touch.
<3 Rexx
apparently listening to deicide while eating a ham and cheese sandwich and drinking chocolate milk is the perfect cure for a hangover.
so now that i'm feelin' real nice n'at..
hello, my love flakes.
i just bought tickets for nile, mastadon, opeth, ghost, and eagerly await tickets for converge's richmond show with pianos become the teeth to go on sale. i went to check the tour dates and realized that i'm in a photo on the main page of the converge website from a show they played here in pittsburgh last summer. pretty groovy. i'll be proud if you can spot me in here.
life is wonderful. bacon is plentiful.
spring semester of online classes begins this week. i've had quite a few weeks off, so i've been devouring books like never before to get me through the next few months of more school reading and less rexx reading. although i must say i am pretty excited about my astronomy and medical terminology courses. one more online course summer semester and then next year i should be able to get my hands on the dead bodies.
winter is the only time i really invest hours in watching movies. the boy and i have been knocking out the planet earth series with plenty of weed and nakedness. i also finally picked up 9 to 5: days in porn. i was really impressed with this documentary. i think it was very well done and of course anything involving belladonna's beautiful face and bubbling personality/ass is necessary in my book.
an avid hater of earbuds, i finally got myself some serious headphones for christmas and have been wandering and rocking out like a mother fucker with warm, comfy ears. i will never tire of aimless wandering. the way shadows fall, the expressions on faces, the privacy my eyes invade through shop fronts, the cats in the windows.
as of a six hour session last saturday, my dude emil over at kyklops and i are officially back in action on my right sleeve after a year's hiatus on the little dedication to decay.
some nice people somewhere in the world (or perhaps they are mean or dead or traveling with the circus or curled up in bed naked avoiding humanity on a friday night just like me) have gifted me with fine treasures via their donations to the thrift store down the street.. nurturing my flaming love of candles, creepiness, and the wild.
your halloween novelty waste will forever remain my year-round delight. thank you.
i don't know if i ever mentioned (speaking of creepiness and fellow creeps) that i happened upon serene 's lovely charms on etsy via her suicidegirls blog and she made me this lovely skeleton lady lace choker.
ah, well..i did mean to stay and ramble to you a bit more and perhaps share some little poetics and journal tidbits rather than dismiss myself with an abrupt ending but i must be going. a hot shower and a hermit weekend lie ahead of me.
sparkle and shine
a random visitor once left that sprawled on a paper scrap in my living room, on a dark, wooden table long since gone. i'm unsure why i thought of it, just now.
in my head i hear bukowski drawling: ..thick and demented...
ah, what IS the poem?
i'll be around. till next time.
<3 Rexx
so now that i'm feelin' real nice n'at..
hello, my love flakes.
i just bought tickets for nile, mastadon, opeth, ghost, and eagerly await tickets for converge's richmond show with pianos become the teeth to go on sale. i went to check the tour dates and realized that i'm in a photo on the main page of the converge website from a show they played here in pittsburgh last summer. pretty groovy. i'll be proud if you can spot me in here.
life is wonderful. bacon is plentiful.
spring semester of online classes begins this week. i've had quite a few weeks off, so i've been devouring books like never before to get me through the next few months of more school reading and less rexx reading. although i must say i am pretty excited about my astronomy and medical terminology courses. one more online course summer semester and then next year i should be able to get my hands on the dead bodies.
winter is the only time i really invest hours in watching movies. the boy and i have been knocking out the planet earth series with plenty of weed and nakedness. i also finally picked up 9 to 5: days in porn. i was really impressed with this documentary. i think it was very well done and of course anything involving belladonna's beautiful face and bubbling personality/ass is necessary in my book.
an avid hater of earbuds, i finally got myself some serious headphones for christmas and have been wandering and rocking out like a mother fucker with warm, comfy ears. i will never tire of aimless wandering. the way shadows fall, the expressions on faces, the privacy my eyes invade through shop fronts, the cats in the windows.
as of a six hour session last saturday, my dude emil over at kyklops and i are officially back in action on my right sleeve after a year's hiatus on the little dedication to decay.
some nice people somewhere in the world (or perhaps they are mean or dead or traveling with the circus or curled up in bed naked avoiding humanity on a friday night just like me) have gifted me with fine treasures via their donations to the thrift store down the street.. nurturing my flaming love of candles, creepiness, and the wild.
your halloween novelty waste will forever remain my year-round delight. thank you.
i don't know if i ever mentioned (speaking of creepiness and fellow creeps) that i happened upon serene 's lovely charms on etsy via her suicidegirls blog and she made me this lovely skeleton lady lace choker.
ah, well..i did mean to stay and ramble to you a bit more and perhaps share some little poetics and journal tidbits rather than dismiss myself with an abrupt ending but i must be going. a hot shower and a hermit weekend lie ahead of me.
sparkle and shine
a random visitor once left that sprawled on a paper scrap in my living room, on a dark, wooden table long since gone. i'm unsure why i thought of it, just now.
in my head i hear bukowski drawling: ..thick and demented...
ah, what IS the poem?
i'll be around. till next time.
<3 Rexx
