azar o seu, querida.*

[por uma vida menos ordinária]

música, música, música.

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_ george pringle

george pringle.

Some days I actually pine for a sleepover and a polo shirt again. This year saw change. I started dying my hair lighter. I cut in a fringe and I started wearing drainpipes that hugged my legs and I suppose the same problems remained. They just got more complicated and they curled out further. My problems stretched out in the sun and they sent me a postcard to say that they hoped I was okay and “I’sn’t Buenons Aires fabulous?”.
Well, maybe this was bought on by a newfound ability to sleep alone, or apathy. I don’t know.
I think new years begin in September, well at least for me they always have. I’ve always been fnd of September. Spring is never a good time. It’s a trussed up and beautiful drag queen but autumn is real.
So in the “New Year” period I changed a lot and all the while I thought it such a great tragedy I never looked this good as a teenager. All the while I let a ferocity build up in me. I took it out on myself, the shorter my skirts got and the skinnier my legs bowed and the flatter my chest got and all the while we were sweethearts. I threw beautiful lines that I never knew I was even capeable of.
I counted green pills and cigarette ends. I stopped playing guitar and I let my fingers soften and my nails grown for a while. I started drinking more and keeping unusual hours. I started playing Street Fighter II, until my eyes felt like they were going to drop out of my head and then I’d get enraged by the fact I was never going to be good enough to play Hyper Mode and Blanka was always going to be stronger than Chun Li.
So maybe I should enlighten you on what happens in your absence. This selfish existance where this intravert turns extrovert and dons their social armour. I became the perfect party apprentice, with a PHD in sitting on kitchen counters and drawing my cheeks in and shooting you looks that I don’t even mean. Hips that grind to scratchy indie hits and shoes that stick to nightclub floors…Well, you couldn’t understand why I can’t. You’ve never been up at four am with “The Fear”. You’ve never laid on your bedroom floor half blind and you wouldn’t love the girl that wakes up perspiring beer.
I cry much less these days. I can’t help but wonder what happened to ninjas and adventure? My dreams are like flashes and they give me hope. In these dreams I grew the bones of a fighter while you were sleeping and I fought and I seduced from a terraced house that rides a hill in this dead little city. Cinematic mini-epics sobered by train lines and phone lines and I forget these things.
My life’s a tangle of cables these days. Roads and train tracks are like wallpaper now. I started taking hundreds upon hundreds of photographs, all of which you were absent from. A detailed scientific investigation into light reflected on glass and I became invisible. Listening to Techno and Shoegaze in my room all alone and private parties all for myself. Slender fingers honed from MSN. An encyclopeadic knowledge of daytime television presenters.

*myspace.
*blog.

_ lulina

lulina.

Meu príncipe/ Não vem em cavalo branco/ Não tem muito dinheiro/ Mas eu o amo mesmo assim/ Meu príncipe arruma toda a casa/ Prepara minha comida/ Enquanto eu to no botequim/Meu príncipe me da múltiplos orgasmos/ Ai meu príncipe são 13 no total/ Ele limpa o banheiro/ Eu trabalho o dia inteiro/ Ele lava a roupa suja/ E eu bebo, bebo, bebo, bebo/ Ele briga com as crianças/ E eu toco violão/ Ele quer discutir a relação/ E eu não…

*entrevista para o churrasco grego.
*matéria na rolling stones.
*myspace.

Anúncios

Written by juliana alves

fevereiro 3, 2008 às 2:22 pm

Publicado em música, vídeos

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  1. […] Muzzle of Bees wrote an interesting post today on música, música, música.Here’s a quick excerpt _ george pringle Some days I actually pine for a sleepover and a polo shirt again. This year saw change. I started dying my hair lighter. I cut in a fringe and I started wearing drainpipes that hugged my legs and I suppose the same problems remained. They just got more complicated and they curled out further. My problems stretched out in the sun and they sent me a postcard to say that they hoped I was okay and “I’sn’t Buenons Aires fabulous?”. Well, maybe this was bought on by a newfo […]

  2. […] ciaran wrote an interesting post today on música, música, música.Here’s a quick excerpt _ george pringle Some days I actually pine for a sleepover and a polo shirt again. This year saw change. I started dying my hair lighter. I cut in a fringe and I started wearing drainpipes that hugged my legs and I suppose the same problems remained. They just got more complicated and they curled out further. My problems stretched out in the sun and they sent me a postcard to say that they hoped I was okay and “I’sn’t Buenons Aires fabulous?”. Well, maybe this was bought on by a newfo […]

  3. Liga a tecla SAP ai, gata!

    Beijo grande! Tu vem amanhã, né? >:O

    tarsischwald

    fevereiro 15, 2008 at 1:56 pm

  4. Só no violão e no orgasmo múltiplo então, mas ah príncipe! Trabalhando pesado!
    E tu nem p/ discutir a relação…
    Brincadeira. Gostei da música do príncipe, no embalo certo.
    Na real gostei da sua música como um todo, doce e divertida “tipo puta meu…”.
    Massa o blog aqui, boas referências, devo vir mais vezes.

    joaogrando

    março 12, 2008 at 9:19 pm

  5. Confundi-me.
    Azar o meu, risos.
    Colei aqui pensando que estava em outro lugar, só vi agora, então pode apagar o comentário de cima.
    Mas de qualquer maneira, gostei do teu blog mesmo, Juliana, como disse antes várias referências boas.

    joaogrando

    março 13, 2008 at 10:04 am

  6. desista, pois vc não tem talento

    linge

    março 5, 2010 at 9:57 pm


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