Truth is, baby it's a lie.

This is getting ridiculous. -It's amazing what people can say when they can hide behind their computer screens. Or not. whatever. f.u.

Across the universe.

Why do you write?
For exactly the same reason I breathe.
Thats not an answer.
There isnt any answer.
How long hasnt there been any answer?
As long as I can remember.
And how long have you written?
As long as I can remember.
I mean poetry.
So do I.
Tell me, doesnt your painting interfere with your writing?
Quite the contrary: they love each other dearly.
Theyre very different.
Very: one is painting and one is writing.
But your poems are rather hard to understand, whereas your paintings are so easy.
Easy?
Of course--you paint flowers and bodies and sunsets; things that everybody understands.
I never met him.
Who?
Everybody.
Did you ever hear of nonrepresentational painting?
I am.
Pardon me?
I am a painter, and painting is nonrepresentational.
Not all painting.
No: housepainting is representational.
And what does a housepainter represent?
Ten dollars an hour.
In other words, you dont want to be serious--
It takes two to be serious.
Well let me see...oh yes, one more question: where will you live after this war is over?
In China; as usual.
China?
Of course.
Wherabouts in China?
Where a painter is a poet.

//lala

We're yours for the baking!

Mikee for president!




Mishu. No homo.

Her heart belongs to daddy.

I never understood why, when you died. You did'nt just vanish, everything could just keep going on the way it was only you would'nt be there. Yet, my whole world changed.
Today it's been four years.

imissyou and iloveyou more than most.





//lala

I'm a summer love lost in many winter loves.

I woke to 5 fucking degrees today. It is merely september! How can this be? I'm not ready for the winter. I've yet not found my winter muse. A man whom i can spend my days with. One with beautiful eyes and messy hair. One i can smoke cigarettes with, who will drink wine straight from the bottle with me. One who will take me to tivoli's and make out with me on a dancefloor. I want to chill in a sofa with only one and other as company.



//lala

Thanks for the cigg.

je toujours me dèplacerai dans ma propre facon.

Nite lova. See you when i get there. -wherever that may be.

//lala

Dream in a pragmatic way.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions and their lives a simple mimicry.

I want a Hermès cuff'. Preferably the peach and gold one. But the purple and white would'nt be to shoddy either. Or better yet, all three. Hmp. I wish it was my birthday. Or that somebody just happened to want to buy me a present. I love presents. Specially when i get them randomly. "Here you go, coz you're so fucking great". hah, just like that.





//lala

I've been thINKin' bout you.

For quite some time now Ags and I have been talking about getting tattoo's together. No, not matching homo bestfriends for'eva'eva symbolic ones. Simply doing it together. I like the thought of that. just you&me kinda.
No homo. iloveyouAgs. hah, nevermind.

Anyway, last night as i were to fall asleep i could'nt stop thinkin' about the ink making it's pleasant way to my even more pleasant body. (haha, oh shut up im funny!) The thing is, im scared shittfucked to get one. The pain! I would die. I WILL die. Gaah! So yea, this, mixed with ambivalence on what to actually get tattoed and where to get it, sent my mind of drifting. Whilest drifting, i found myself simoultaneously pinching (harrd as a motherfucker) different parts of my body trying to find out which spot would hurt the least. Well since I ain't gettin' one on my cakes, i figured the pain would be even Steven anyways. So i fell asleep, as clueless about the tattoo thing as i was before i started the mind rambling. Nonetheless, i had gained many tiny pinchmarks on my lower wrist, upper wrist, the side of my neck, outer ankle, underarm, top of my foot, finger, the back of my leg and a spot somewhere in the center of my back which i can't really reach but i somehow imagine a tattoo would look magnifique.

So for now, i guess im back with Ags, on the endless path towards that INKling feeling of toughness! Rawr.

Personal review of the sex situation?

I slept and dreamt that he was slowly sliding his hands up my shirt as we kissed. I asked him if he ever really loved me? Yes, he said. What are you talking about you perfect thing, he added. It's in each thing that you do. I then whispered, from now on i'm yours. It's a fact between us, even if we never speak of it again.

Boys of Cali.

"Hey Mr. Turner
Hello!
Tell me where you been?
Haha, you know!
They been asking, they been searching, they been wondering."
..
It's here, it's poppin' and it's packed with hella cute skaterboys!
Tke tht! ladies and gents has done it. Out with their Volume 1 video, filmed, directed aand edited by Akeem Turner and graphics by RA909, they takin' over the scene! Download it at Vimeo.com and for private pleasure go mp4 on ya'll ipods!

Something tells me this is'nt the first nor the last we'll see of these guys!

Hallerr!


TKE THT! from akeem turner on Vimeo.

A kiss in the dark // A day in the park

-And white panties.