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silent night

Farah — Wed, 14 Jul 2010 15:39:10 +0000

trees, they move. from rc cone on Vimeo.

in the dead of the night,
not a soul in sight,
and those lamps, their lights,
your only guide.

A Vicious Hat

Farah — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 03:18:14 +0000

Viciousness Exists In A Hat

Meet a hat. It can be vicious in any way. Typically worn by sharply suited evil, it can also be donned by a good heart.

Some wear it all the time, hiding secrets they wish to whisper only to the stars when they gaze from 6 feet below and their spirits, one with the wind.

Others prefer to remain grounded, soak in the open rays, maintain peace with conscience. Soon, the law of diminishing returns makes its presence known, forcing the unwilling abandonment of what was once ideal.

Circumstance, the honest advisor, said we all need to wear a vicious hat at least once, at some point in our lives.

Is circumstance right? Maybe. Viciousness with a good heart. How is that possible? All deeply engraved in intentions.

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Farah — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 17:50:26 +0000

Listening to this for the first time, the dreamy melodies transport you away from what is, allowing you to Lose yourself In Translation of each note. I am reminded of the city’s bright flickering lights, the noises from the crowded roads, the commotion all around, the dodgy karaoke joints, the dirty cigg butts that litter the floor, the loneliness she felt at the Hyatt.

Isn’t it funny, that even with so much noise, it is still possible to sound (and feel) so quiet?

There’s so much more

Sara — Sun, 30 May 2010 04:07:22 +0000

There’s so much more to this then just the videos and pictures we post.
It’s hard to have a friendship/relationship with people who live on other continents, different time zones.
Even though you share so much with them it just never feels enough. At least to me.
I don’t exactly know how the others feel.
I just wish it would be so much easier.

“a single man” screenshot by me

“What if tomorrow, everyone’s car disappeared?”

Farah — Thu, 27 May 2010 15:34:57 +0000

Running on Empty from Ross Ching on Vimeo.

“I live in Los Angeles. I drive in Los Angeles. I think about traffic a lot in Los Angeles. A few months ago, I discovered Matt Logue’s Empty LA photographs. I didn’t think much about it at the time, but every time I was stuck in rush hour all-hour traffic, I found myself thinking – What if tomorrow everyone’s car disappeared.” – Ross Ching, Film Maker

The Google job experiment

Nomey — Fri, 14 May 2010 16:56:24 +0000

Its good to think outside the box.

distorted pictures

Sara — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 00:27:04 +0000

On the verge of ruin
You’ll see it all clear
How steep the fall is
How long the way back is
On the verge of success
It’s all white and fluffy
Horizons are blurred
By the time you reach your goal
Tongues will be twisted
To the point where you’ll lose track of your soul
Distorted pictures is all you deliver
José González

I’ve been slightly obsessed with this song for the past week

All You Deliver

no words

Sara — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 00:10:57 +0000

I sometimes don’t understand people.
It’s fine though, I don’t mind that much. As long as I’m not involved in the non-understandable part.
Once you get involved with it though it makes everything complicated and kind of macabre.
And more so makes me feel vulnerable, angry and misunderstood.

Like drowning or being fucked by a demon.

sources: photograph found on Sabino, drawing by unknown found on geneticmutations.

Quote, Marcus Aurelius

Low — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 20:39:30 +0000

“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.” – Marcus Aurelius

West is the Best

Low — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 10:02:26 +0000

The evening falls onto the West

The silent breeze speaks quietly

Onto to the hollow beat of the breast.

The solid titanium quadrant of your brain

escapes the beginning of the end

And silently says you should refrain.

You are the best. She is the worse.

Forever burn unto to the toast

blackened ripe with solitary hope.

Draining, she has in store

For excessive possession of one’s dope

Collapse unto your shoulder floor.