we're all mad here

"What is the use of a book, without pictures or conversations?"

"Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin"


"We're all mad here."

"Tut, tut, child! Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it."
The lawnmower was looking at me like "what the hell are you doing?" when I dragged out the chair while wearing 5 inch heels.

her blacks crackle and drag

Part 1

Edge by Sylvia Plath

The woman is perfected
Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty
She has folded

Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

I couldnt sleep so at midnight I took a bunch of pictures in a maxi dress that used to be grandmas's.

Part 2

I got bored so I drew on some of my crappier polaroids.

por milenios y milenios

tu mordiste la manzana y renunciaste

al paraiso y condenaste a una serpiente
siendo tu el que asi lo quiso
por milenios y milenios permaneciste

desnudo y te enfrentaste a dinosaurios
bajo un techo y sin escudo
y ahora estas aqui queriendo ser feliz
cuando no te importo un pepino tu destino
-Pies Descalzos,Suenos Blancos, Shakira

shoes:vintage

dress:target.

belt:urban outfitters.

ribbon:kitsch kitchen.

ring:shop in Rome.

hat:H.Y.P.E.

elephant:dad brought back from India.

dress form:PB Teen

Some of my Oma's photographs.