Christmas-Mode and The Universal Backlot

In my wildest dreams I could never imagine myself walking around on the Universal Studios Backlot on an ordinary Wednesday. A back-stage meeting with the TV-Series 'Law and Order' editor Nancy Forner was one of the coolest meetings I've ever attended to. She offered me and my friend information on applying for an 'internship'... hrmm... at U-N-I-V-E-R-S-A-L?

Somebody, pinch me, I must me dreaming. Meanwhile in the real world I finally start to reach somewhat a feeling of 'Christmas-Peace' that I never thought was possible in the stressed and not so Christmasish Los Angeles. 

'Sleep Tight, Don't Let the Bed Bugs Bite'

Feck Off

Tef

Constant Complications

Here is where I speak, here is where I express. I confess; I do not know of perfectionism, how could I? I am a child of humanity.

As the blood in my veins starts to slow down while I am running next to a bonfire. I feel nothing but cold winds hitting me and my body, I feel how they’re reaching towards the inner of my soul to free me from sins and all the thousand wrongs that have slipped into my thin and slow veins. My blood has changed color from the transparent clean tone of water. It has become darker and turned into the shape of red, thick, red and it floats slow through my veins.

When the sun sets and the bonfire is our only light, I lose my breath, I lose my hope, but as the night grow colder and the bonfire keep me warm I beco

me dizzy. The dizziness results in sleeping. When I sleep, 

I don’t feel the cold winds, I do not feel the warmth from the bonfire. The bonfire burns out just like a candle. The night becomes darker and at its darkest point it turn as a sun reaches in dawn. A dawn of new hope, A dawn of regret or a dawn of life. Life as I always wanted to be or life as how things are. In between comes love, between sins and the clear crystal perfectionism comes a story that made me the man that I am and what I believe in.

So the darkness has two choices, either it kills me, it freezes me to a point where the thick blood in veins can’t make its way. Or, it spare

s me my life, to live yet another day. I spares me to keep on believing in what beauty and magnificence really stands for and it gives me a chance empower my confidence into a strength that proudly lights paths for me. Or it gives the courage to rise and hope for a better dawn, a dawn where I am an ocean, a bonfire or a sun. Where my boat, ground or earth respect me and join as queen respects a king, for the love, respect and warmth the ocean or the bonfire just as the sun gives.

Eddie Vedder - Into The Wild (2007); Nick Cave & W. Ellis - The Assassination of Jesse James (2007)

Fuck Off

Tef

Well, Pete...

Johnny Quid: You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?
Pete: Yes.

Johnny Quid: All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur - the gold packet of king size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, Pete, is a lie.

             Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion, written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little sergeants of death and in fact trying to kill you and that, Pete, is the truth.
             Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and i'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren. That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet.
That is why you and I love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back. now please, pass me a light.
Pete: Oh you are something special, Mr johnny quid.

p.s My MacBook Screen has a crack in it, to quote my dear friend mr. Aron Loveland; 'Fuck My Life'