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judy smith Aug 2015
Kourtney Kardashian usually displays some quirky style when shooting her reality show Keeping Up With The Kardashians.

And on Monday the 36-year-old single mom was at it again as she wore a baggy army green jumpsuit when landing with her three kids Mason, aged five, Penelope, aged three, and Reign, eight months, in St Barts to shoot her E! show.

Looks like mom Kris Jenner, 59, did not get the fashion memo as she was seen descending the steps of a private jet alongside Khloe, 30, Kim, 34, and Kendall, 19, in the exact same getup.

The jumpsuit seemed to hang off Kourtney, who paired the staple with clunky platform black and beige jazz shoes, gold necklaces and gold-rimmed aviators. The ex of Scott Disick played down the glam with a ponytail and minimal makeup.

Kris wore her suit in a more fitted manner that showed off her slim waistline.

The ex of Bruce Jenner (now Caitlyn of I Am Cait fame) added beige combat boots and a small beige Hermes bag to her look.

Her hair was worn styled in a spiky fashion and she didn't forget to glam it up with vintage sunglasses and lipstick.

Khloe was playing good auntie as she carried Penelope, who was cute in a white dress.

The girlfriend of NBA star James Harden had on a black sleeveless mini dress and black high top sneakers. The E! babe carried a large neon yellow Hermes purse and wore her blonde locks up in a messy top knot.

Kim, who carried daughter North, was the most dressed up by far.

The pregnant wife of rapper Kanye West had on a tight beige dress that showed off her baby bumpy (she is expecting a son in December), beige rain coat and strappy beige heels. Her hair was worn down and parted in the middle.

North had on a summer dress and beige sandals, and her hair was worn in a top knot.

Kendall had on a plunging blue outfit with black and white Adidas sneakers.

The Calvin Kelin model had a black purse on her shoulder and gold-rimmed aviators on, copying her older half-sisters Kourtney and Khloe.

Her younger sister Kylie, who turned 18-years-old over the weekend, was not seen.

The crew for Keeping Up With The Kardashians could be seen holding cameras and a boom as the stars walked off a red, white and blue private jet.

The family has been shooting the next season of the E! show, which will air after I Am Cait ends.

The Kardashians often film their reality show when on vacation as they did in Armenia earlier this year and in Greece in 2014.

This show of unity comes the day after Kim and Khloe were seen arguing with Cait on I Am Cait.

Jenner's comments about her family in her Vanity Fair cover interview have become a running bone of contention among the Kardashian clan.

Kris confronted her ex-husband over what she has said about her in a powder keg moment that was teased after Sunday night's episode.

Kris tells her in a video posted on E: 'You're sensitive and amazing to all these new people in your life, you're just not so sensitive and amazing to the family that you left behind.'

Caitlyn gives her side, responding: 'I try to do everything I can to be nice, reach out. You have to see it from my perspective, be an ally when it comes to dealing with the kids.'

Then the former Olympian says, 'Don't go there, this is not the issue. I was defending myself. It was a distraction from the sense of who I was, that doesn't mean I didn't love you or the kids.'

Throughout Sunday night's episode Caitlyn is shown getting into arguments with her stepchildren, first with Kim and then with Khloe.

When Kim comes to visit Caitlyn first complains about how her family had all kept their distance.

She said: 'Nobody's come out [to visit], Kourtney hasn't made a move at all, obviously Khloe hasn't come close - I feel so isolated out here. All of a sudden there's this wall that's up there.

'I just want everybody to be happy. I love, love, love all my kids. I wish you guys were here every **** day.'

But it is not long before Caitlyn is also being criticized, firstly due to her nature and then due to what she has said about her family to Vanity Fair.

Kim said: 'You still have a little Bruce in you. I thought Caitlyn would be a little kinder. I think that there's some things that you said that you might not realize are hurtful.

'You said that Kendall and Kylie were a distraction. When they read that - I don't know that they'll quite understand that.'

The conversation then turned to Kim's manager mother, with explosive results.

Kim said: '[The interview] said, "had Kris been accepting to who I am, we still would be together" - and that is the most unfair thing in the world to say.

'You're a woman now and she is not a lesbian - she does not want to be with a woman, that's not fair to ask.'

Caitlyn defensively insisted: 'As time went on our relationship changed drastically. In my eyes it's like, "Well, I don't need him any more - I've got all the girls." I felt it in the way she treated me. She wanted me out of the house.'

Kim, insisting Caitlyn should have been thrilled and saying 'good riddance' to a relationship that 'wasn't mean to be', told her: 'If I was with someone for 25 years I would look for the positive things and try to end it on a good note.

'You said "Kris mistreated me" - it sounded like she beat the s**t out of you. You could have a little more respect.'

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judy smith Dec 2015
Although not an official list of most searched beauty queries, these trends were searched way more in 2015 than they were last year. You might be tardy to the party, but finally figuring out these makeup and skincare hacks will take next year's selfies to a whole new level — at least until 2016 when these trends are ditched. Till then, get your contour and strobe fixations worked out while it's still in style.

-How to contour

An old trick in any makeup artist's arsenal, contouring steadily gained attention in 2014 before exploding this year. Nowadays high-end and low-end contouring kits are widespread, with both cream and powder options popular for slimming faces. To contour, take a matte brown shade darker than your natural skin colour and buff it into the hollows of your cheekbones. Then blend until it matches seamlessly with your skin, creating a natural-looking shadow. To make the effect more dramatic, use a shade lighter than your skin colour on the high points of your face. You'll look clownish for a hot second, but the effects can be dramatically glam or subtle improvements.

-And how to strobe

Contouring's luminous cousin, strobing, took highlighting to the next level. Instead of creating shadows with contours, strobing illuminates the parts of the face where light hits. You'll want to apply a highlighting product to the centre of the forehead, the bridge of your nose, your Cupid's bow, and above your cheekbones.

-How to beard balm

Mane maintenance went below the chin in 2015, with artisanal ****** hair products going through a boom. Among them was beard balm, a pomade made of nourishing conditioners for making face fuzz soft and silky.

-How to put box braids into a bun

Long-lasting and low-maintenance, box braids are a style that always looks good — especially piled high into a bun. To get a top-knot bun, tie hair into a ponytail, twist around, and then tuck loose braids in. Bobby pins will be your best friend for this.

-How to wear matte lips

Popularised by the Kardashians, the matte **** lip made a comeback in 2015. To mattify any lip, apply a light dusting of face power to your lips (but not so much that your lips dry out). Or buy a matte lipstick, which come at luxe and drugstore prices.

-How to do the Kylie Jenner Lip Challenge

This digital dare inspired by the youngest of the Kardashian/Jenner clan had those aspiring for fuller lips ******* on shot glasses. Suction created by the cups cause a temporary swelling reminiscent of Jenner's pout. However, it might not be a good idea to jump on this long-gone bandwagon now — the challenge inflicted swelling, bruises, and drew controversy that Jenner herself spoke out against.

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“I saw you on T.V., Bruce,” Curt said. “Do you still eat Wheaties?” Curt asked. ~ “Sometimes,” naked Bruce Jenner answered. ~ “How come you wear women's underwear?” Curt asked. ~ Bruce Jenner thought for a moment. “I don't know,” he said. “Where's the toilet?”  Bruce Jenner asked. “I have to bleed my lizard.” ~ “It's in the bathroom, Mr. Jenner,” Curt said.
Francie Lynch Jun 2015
Super Bruce
Was a man,
He transgendered
And others can.

Caitlyn Jenner
Was a man,
She'll succeed
If we understand.
Good luck, Caitlyn.
repressi0n Jul 2017
is it bad
to want
to confirm
to know
whether someone
is gay
or false
by gay
i meant
meow killa
by false
i meant
straight and
a bore
because one
thing is
for sure
someone is
a unicorn
kendall jenner
of course
Maybe I'm in shrooms when I wrote this on my phone. Idc if the quality is downward nor it seems odd to be written by me. Listening to Tyler, The Creator these days transformed me.
[I guess I wrote this because I've been holding up my conspiracy that KJ is indeed gay]
Maiden. Lovely Humble displayed so far
And kept your ******-Cloth from Sharks despite
Witnessed his Meet - then Tweet his Time would Par
Hoping your Fine Reply would Glaze his Sight
Though in my Views by your Royalty known
From your Famed Elders mummed your Darling Head
Though many Tempters stake to have you Blown
Praised on your Decide for Common Life instead
Rather - the Keek - as Private Expressions flow
And caused your Degree of Healthy Fame renew
Snip-Videos swarm; Since caught his Eye behold,
If Open for your Sentiments be True.
Once more Un-Known my Pillared Hands can Spare
To Brand your Virtues if his Daring Hands fare.
#kendalljenner
That I shadowed your Invite, I admit
Though such Quip must be uttered in Reverse:
Me the Famed Star; You the Commoner's Wit
Was simply a Jest to see you Rehearse
Seriously, Hearts, be my Concept to Thank
Regardless if Certified your Profiles based
Then plomb this Gift; Appreciate be Frank
Like to the Learning of your own Good Faith
Until then, when your Avid Eyes digest
When Beauty's Kind be Beauty's Faith revealed
The Tongue-Tied Suitor; Glued to his Invest
As Roses sprinkled with his Puckers sealed.
Behold my Verses. Un-Worthy for your Name
Forgotten by Time; Though Loyalty sane.
#kyliejenner
judy smith Oct 2015
He's accosted Kim Kardashian, Brad Pritt and Ciara, but red carpet prankster Vitalii Sediuk tried his luck with a much fiercer face on Tuesday.

The Ukrainian journalist approached US Vogue editor, Anna Wintour, outside the Chanel show at Paris Fashion Week.

Wearing a black headdress and glittery sequinned glove, Vitalli broke through the security barriers and ran up to the notoriously icy journalist as she exited the show.

With a microphone in his hand, Vitalli could be seen attempting to get her attention - but nonchalant Anna kept her cool and dismissed the prankster, striding straight past him.

Anna's security stepped in immediately and removed the prankster, who made a peace sign with his hand.

Anna is by no means the first star that Vitalli has pranked.

He famously targetted Kim Kardashian in September last year in the huge crowd that gathered around Kim and her husband Kanye's car as they arrived at the Balmain show at Paris Fashion Week, in which her sister Kendall Jenner was walking.

In bizarre scenes, Vitalii - the prankster who accosted Brad Pitt at the Maleficent premiere in Los Angeles earlier last year - was reported to have pulled Kim's hair [which he denies] and almost knocked the then 33-year-old starlet to the ground, in front of Kanye and her mother Kris Jenner.

Security quickly jumped in and escorted a shocked Kim into the building.

This was just one of the many times the former journalist has had run-ins with celebrities including America Ferrera, Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lopez.

Brad Pitt recently spoke out about the infamous run in with the now-notorious Sediuk at the Malificent premiere in Hollywood in late May.

The movie hunk said he was forced to defend himself after the Ukrainian television personality tried to 'bury his face in my crotch.'

Brad said he was having a great time mingling with fans on the red carpet, but things soon turned nasty when Sediuk sparked a melee that left the heartthrob with broken sunglasses.

He told People: 'I was at the end of the line signing autographs, when out the corner of my eye I saw someone stage-diving over the barrier at me.

'I took a step back; this guy had latched onto my lapels. I looked down and the ****** was trying to bury his face in my crotch, so I cracked him twice in the back of the head – not too hard – but enough to get his attention, because he did let go.

'I think he was then just grabbing for a hand hold because the guys were on him, and he reached up and caught my glasses.'

The Moneyball star said he likes people to have fun, but argued Sediuk's antics could end up spoiling glamorous Hollywood events for everyone else.

He said: 'I don’t mind an exhibitionist but if this guy keeps it up he’s going to spoil it for the fans who have waited up all night for an autograph or a selfie, because it will make people more wary to approach a crowd. And he should know, if he tries to look up a woman’s dress again, he’s going to get stomped.'

Sediuk was sentenced to 30 days in jail after attacking Brad at the Los Angeles premiere of Maleficent.

He was already on probation for jumping on stage with Jennifer Lopez when he jumped over a crowd barrier at the opening of Angelina Jolie's new film Maleficient and struck Brad

He was charged with assault, battery, unlawful activity at an exhibition and delay of an exhibition, received the jail sentence plus 20 days community labor, 36 months probation and a $220 fine.

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Through the Glittering Seas brought your Survive
Which both your Good Ends managed to Perform
From my Views placed Honours to your Guide
And Pray that such will Sustain your Reform
Having much by Models and Sects thereof
With Voices astound then doomed to Interpret
Of all your Best Efforts labelled by Thought
Thrown to the Bin then Destroy your Effect
Such the Life of Stars. Which their Moons un-sate
Evenly known my Thickest Shields weather
Though your Entourage betray such Rebate,
Cancel Late Programs then find Another.
So Still Friendships be; By Modest acclaim,
The Simpler the Form; The Greater the Fame.
#kendalljenner #kyliejenner
It's back to preening for fleas & eating crap for Darwin's monkey men, as their preachments are negated by mathematical reality. ~ Shut up or I'll **** Curt! But you are Curt! Who are you then? Curt! This is the fourteenth convention of men named Curt. That's weird. How long have I been here Curt? Six hours, Curt. At the convention of men named Curt, the greeting of the hour was the curtsy & attendees were encouraged to be curt (rude) & their ** biotches had to “put out” when ordered by Curt (any Curt). Curt grabbed a ** biotch by the hair and flung her into his room. She was Curt's woman and Curt was going to have her way with him.
   “Put up or shut out!” Curt ordered. The ** biotch laughed. “It's 'put up or shut up' Curt!”; “Well whatever!” Curt responded. Curt began to remove her clothes. Oddly, she didn't object. By the time she was naked, Curt realized that “she” was really just Bruce Jenner in a woman's dress.
   “I saw you on T.V., Bruce,” Curt said. “Do you still eat Wheaties?” Curt asked. ~ “Sometimes,” naked Bruce Jenner answered. ~ “How come you wear women's underwear?” Curt asked. ~ Bruce Jenner thought for a moment. “I don't know,” he said. “Where's the toilet?”  Bruce Jenner asked. “I have to bleed my lizard.” ~ “It's in the bathroom, Mr. Jenner,” Curt said.
Our butts burned like fiery fire crackers & Walmart **** whackers
as I ****** your rough ******* like I was with the Green Bay Packers
Your brown, sick **** was wide-stretched, hairy & forgiving 'cause
it was as a Tijuana-pimped ***** that you made a lot-lizard's living
with Nona Hendryx before your strung-back nads started shriveling
like '68 Warsaw Pact Czechoslovakian Poles bracin' for wind stress
with Molotov cocktails, shot guns, tire tools & chock block wedges
Bruce Jenner ***** like a she & his *** pride is testing A.I.D.S.-free
Bruce Jenner ***** like a she & his **** pride is bein' A.I.D.S.-free
Gay Bruce Jenner screws like a bee while he ****-dives H.I.V.-free
Bruce Jenner ***** like he's a she & his gay pride is livin' V.D.-free
I had pig-meat *** with Talia Shire after she threw a hog on the fire
I mailed pig-rectums to Talia Shire after she threw a hog on the fire
I stole 55 pig-anuses from Talia Shire as she tossed hogs on my fire
Bruce Jenner got knocked up man-free & so his new baby'll make 3
in a loony bin where trans-nationals make pan-nationalism their key
to ******* a ready posit into a Marxistical diktat, dictum or decree
to mixing a staid, functional fact with a Marxologically-fatal decree
I was clinically dead when I quit breathing my fat Lizzy Taylor thin
with all my blood bled out from a koala bear attack that I didn't win
judy smith Feb 2017
In this age of global uncertainty, clothes have become a kind of panacea for a growing number of consumers. Designers are responding to the political upheavals of the past year by injecting some much-needed humour into women’s wardrobes. Browns CEO Holli Rogers is already predicting that spring’s sartorial hit will be Rosie Assoulin’s smiley-face T-shirt. This cheery number, which reads "Thank you! Have a Nice Day!’" neatly sums up the jubilant mood of the coming season.

The logic goes that turning up the dial on the fun, the colourful and the crazy is the sartorial equivalent of Michelle Obama’s "when they go low, we go high" mantra. We may not be able to control the chaos of world events, but we still rule our own style.

It’s no coincidence that a cartoonish aesthetic, of the sort you’d find if you rifled through an eccentric child’s dressing-up box, was in plentiful supply on the spring/summer 2017 runways. Alessandro Michele’s army of Gucci geeks displayed growing swagger in garish get-ups that ran from fuzzy crayon-coloured furs featuring zebras to tiered, tinsel-y coats that rivalled Grandma’s Christmas tree.

It was a similar story at Dolce & Gabbana, where sumptuous eveningwear was loaded with pasta and pizza motifs, and drums became bags, while Marc Jacobs tore a page from a psychedelic colouring book, covering clothes with the childlike scrawl of the London illustrator Julie Verhoeven. Even ardent minimalists would have to admit that these playful looks have potent pick-me-up power.

For Anya Hindmarch – whose empire is built on feel-good fashion – all this frivolity is nothing new. "An ironic, lighter and more irreverent approach has always been my thing. People love beautiful objects and increasingly, they want to show their character – that’s the point of fashion," she says. "Customers today are more confident with their style. There aren’t so many rules. It’s about putting a sticker on a beautiful handbag and not being too precious about it."

What’s surprising is who is consuming this cartoonish style. Though there’s no real rhyme or reason, says Hindmarch, often it’s older clients who are investing in the maddest pieces – like her cuddly, googly-eyed Ghost backpack that has also been spotted on Gigi Hadid and Kendall Jenner.

The same is true of the customer for the Lebanese designer Mira Mikati’s emoji-embellished styles. Though her fans run from twenty to fiftysomethings, at a recent London pop-up one of Mikati’s most ardent buyers was an 87-year-old. "She tells me that whenever she wears my clothes people stop her on the street. They smile. They start conversations. She literally makes friends through what she wears."

Mikati began her career as a buyer, co-founding the upscale Beirut boutique Plum, before launching her own line some four seasons ago – largely out of frustration at the sameness of the mainstream collections. "I wanted to create something fun and colourful but easy to wear – that you can add to jeans and a white T-shirt, but that’s also a conversation point."

Her clothes, worn by Beyoncé and Rihanna, are certainly that: pink parrot-appliquéd trench coats, scribble-print hooded tops and dresses clad with a family of monsters who spell out her Peter Pan ethos in scrawled speech bubbles that read "Never Grow Up’" The antithesis of normcore, these designs take their cue from her children’s toy trunk and the Japanese pop art of Takashi Murakami – who returned the compliment by donning one of her patched bombers.

Mikati is clearly onto something. According to Roberta Benteler, who founded online fashion emporium Avenue 32 in 2011, it’s the cartoon aesthetic that’s really piquing women’s desire right now.

"Anything that looks like a child’s drawing or a toy sells incredibly well," she says. "Brands like Mira Mikati, Vivetta and Les Petits Joueurs inspire the impulse to buy because they’re so eye-catching. You have to have it now because there’s a sense you won’t find it anywhere else."

The exponential rise of street-style stars and the social-media machine that now propels the fashion industry also plays a part in the popularity of these playful looks.

"Designers are creating for the online world and customer," continues Benteler, who cites the Middle Eastern consumer as a big investor in these niche eccentric designs. "People find escapism in fashion and more than ever they need something to cheer them up. These are clothes that stand out on Instagram, and for designers that translates into sales."

In practical terms, in an effort to beat the warp speed of high-street copying, designers are differentiating themselves with increasingly intricate and artisanal styles that are harder to mimic. Just because these pieces have a childlike sensibility doesn’t mean they’re not beautifully crafted.

"My aim is create a handbag that you can keep as a design piece," explains the accessories designer Paula Cademartori. One of her most successful designs – the Petite Faye bag, which comes in a whole rainbow of configurations – takes more than 32 hours to create at her Italian studio. "Even if the styles are colourful and speak loudly, they’re still sophisticated," says Cademartori, whose brand was recently snapped up by the luxury goods group OTB. It can pay to be playful.

One man with a unique insight into the feel-good phenomenon is Marco de Vincenzo, who combines his longstanding role as leather goods head designer at Fendi with creating his own collection. "When we first created the Fendi monster accessories for bags we were simply playing around," he says of the charms that still loom large some three years on. "The most successful designs are created without pressure, through play."

His own-line debut bag features an animalistic paw. ‘It’s about creating something new and different for women to discover,’ he explains. "You buy something because you love it, not because you need it. Fashion is like a game – it has to excite."

When it comes to distilling this childlike abandon into your wardrobe, take cues from super style blogger Leandra Medine, who balances madcap pieces, such as her first collection of colourful footwear under her MR By Man Repeller label, with plainer, simpler ones. "It’s all about wearing your clothes with joy, and having fun, but not looking ridiculous," says Cademartori. "You don’t want to look like an actual cartoon."

It’s advice that chimes with that of Anya Hindmarch. "I love the idea of wearing a super-simple Comme des Garçons jacket and a white shirt with a really fun bag to mess it all up a bit." It’s a failsafe formula for dressing your way to happiness.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Nathan Pival Aug 2015
Osama
Obama
Mothers killing babies
Cops killing kids
Kids killing kids
Facebook
Twitter
Online dating
Connected more than ever
Yet never more far apart
More suicides than combat deaths
Generation Y me?
Marriages don't last
A broken family is a typical family
Legal Marijuana
Bath Salts
****** is higher than ever
No more cursive writing
A degree doesn't guarantee a job
Just debt
Gay marriage
Equal rights
Politically correct
Because everything is offensive
Donald Trump for president
Caitlyn Jenner from the chopping block
Skinny jeans
Trust fund kids
Starbucks junkies
Disney Star Wars
Men to Mars
Internet wars
Cam ******
Electric cars
Hookah bars
A generation founded upon instant gratification
This is the world we live in
It's back to preening for fleas & eating crap for Darwin's monkey men, as their preachments are negated by mathematical reality. ~ Shut up or I'll **** Curt! But you are Curt! Who are you then? Curt! This is the fourteenth convention of men named Curt. That's weird. How long have I been here Curt? Six hours, Curt. At the convention of men named Curt, the greeting of the hour was the curtsy & attendees were encouraged to be curt (rude) & their ** biotches had to “put out” when ordered by Curt (any Curt). Curt grabbed a ** biotch by the hair and flung her into his room. She was Curt's woman and Curt was going to have her way with him. “Put up or shut out!” Curt ordered. The ** biotch laughed. “It's 'put up or shut up' Curt!”; “Well whatever!” Curt responded. Curt began to remove her clothes. Oddly, she didn't object. By the time she was naked, Curt realized that “she” was really just Bruce Jenner in a woman's dress.
   “I saw you on T.V., Bruce,” Curt said. “Do you still eat Wheaties?” Curt asked. ~ “Sometimes,” naked Bruce Jenner answered. ~ “How come you wear women's underwear?” Curt asked. ~ Bruce Jenner thought for a moment. “I don't know,” he said. “Where's the toilet?”  Bruce Jenner asked. “I have to bleed my lizard.” ~ “It's in the bathroom, Mr. Jenner,” Curt said.
Tim Isabella Oct 2015
I think a lot about calling out sick.
Not so much for a cold, or an upset stomach
Not even a broken bone, no
I wish I could call out sick and say
"Hey, boss, I'm sorry, I can't come in today
I'm hallucinating  that the foliating leaves
Are leaves burning our world to the ground
I can't go outside or I'll burn"
And then he'd say to me
"Yeah, Mikey, no problem, hopefully someone puts those fires out for ya"
And I'd close all my blinds and keep all my lights off and hide under my blanket
And it would be okay
Or maybe I'd call in and say
"There are toxic germs slithering and trying to slide their way into my pores"
To which he'd tell me "We've all been there, take care of that ****, man"
And I'd spend four hours racking up my hot water bill in a boiling hot shower
That feels more like if I'd gone outside and felt the burning leaves land on my body
Or maybe I'd say to him
"Every single nightmare and demon from my past is screaming in my head
So loudly that I cannot hear a single thing in this room,
I don't even hear myself speaking to you right now, sir"
To which, I have no idea what he'd have be cause I couldn't hear it
But realistically, I would lose my job so fast, that,
Much like in a cartoon, when they run and kick up a dust cloud behind them
You'd see nothing that was there before, just the smoke
But tell me, if so many people call out sick because they decided to drink their demons away
Why can't I call in sick because of my demons?
Why is a hangover a good enough reason to call out
But locking yourself away from any and all pill bottles or sharp objects
Because you're too depressed to roll over and kiss your girlfriend goodbye
Before she leaves for work not good enough?
Why are we afraid to talk about mental illness, but Ben Affleck's divorce is all over magazine covers?
Why do we try to cover up what is very clearly a very real problem in this country
No, instead we talk about Caitlyn Jenner
Instead, we talk about Jennifer Lawrence, and her leaked naked pictures
Instead, we have passionate debates about the color of a dress
But we can't admit that the voices in our heads, or the panic in our hearts, or the depression in our souls, or the spinning in our minds, or the screaming in our ears are real
The only thing worse than feeling all of this
Is being too ashamed or too afraind to talk about it
We bury it like it's any old newspaper
When we should treat it like our mortgage papers
Or our tax refunds
We must stop shaming, or this generation is gonna be dead before they even get a chance
Yeah, I think a lot about calling out sick
And saying "I apparently spent all night on the bathroom floor having a panic
Because I woke up here with no memory, and my head is spinning and my body aches
My hands can't move from the stiffness of slamming them into the floor all night
My eye is swollen shut from when I fell to the floor and smacked it off the sink"
And he'd tell me "Put some ice on that ****, Mikey. I'll see ya tomorrow."
This poem stemmed from a completely rhetorical conversation I'd had with someone about mental health sick days.
Jake Waddell Feb 2016
I'm sick

I'm sick of every filter
I'm sick of fake photographers
I'm sick of fake philosophers
and Instagram pornographers
I'm sick of the fake feminists
who don't understand the movement
I'm sick of fake politicians
who make no ******* improvements
I'm sick of all the favorites
I'm sick of all the likes
I'm sick of ******* tinder
causing cheating every night
I'm sick of ******* eyebrows
like who ******* cares
when did we become so obsessed
with ******* forehead hair
I'm sick of religion
I'm sorry but it's true
it's caused so much division
in our red white and blue
I'm sick of trump supporters
who never read the news
they want to close our borders
but don't understand the ruse
I'm sick of fake people
who pretend for us all
cover their old selves in diesel
didn't hesitate or stall
I'm sick of Caitlin Jenner
she/he whatever isn't noble
committed ******* manslaughter
yet still remains boastful
I'm sick of post it note relationships
that last for three weeks
it's not a ******* battleship
just make the proper tweaks
I'm sick of all these hookups
it's become a culture
all of these pickups
initiated by the vultures
I'm sick of everyone caring
about what celebrities wear
I'm sick of overbearing hate
that never ever spares
I'm sick of all the judgment
of how a person looks
I'm sick of everyone watching YouTube
trading it for books
I'm sick of all this money
that we will never see
I'm sick of never knowing
what I'm supposed to do
I'm sick of schooling never showing
how to live our lives through
I'm sick of all this debt
that I'll be paying until my death
Im sick of feeling like our society is *******
but most of all I'm really sick
that this list has applied to me too.
Mike Hauser Feb 2015
Cossack Cowboys
Riding Llamas
That they dress
In pink pajamas
Teeny boppers
Blowing bubbles
Biker chicks
Causing trouble
Nuns in Habits
Punks in chains
One or two
Of the deranged
Rubbing Buddha belly
Cravers
And the band
Harvey Danger
David Bowie
Elton John
Both of them
With Spacesuits on
Vegetarians
Eating chicken
Love it fried
Finger licking
In a line to
Meet and greet Obama
Now I wish
I'd brought my Mama
On the T.V.
Slicing, Dicing
Infomercials
Are enlightening
Lindsey Lohan
There's more trouble
Send the Police
On the double
Michael Jackson
With his monkey
Chandelier
Swinging junkies
Bottle Rocket
Ridding crickets
Dolly Parton
Doing dishes
Tubs of Crisco
Set for wrestling
Bee Gees do be
Disco dancing
With Bruce Jenner
Wearing makeup
Dolly's kitchen
Filled with soap suds
Rubber band
Bumper babies
Call me odd
Don't call me crazy
Shooting stars
Carry Uzis
Washed up stars
Drink beer in Koozies
Donnie Osmond
Singing show tunes
As Marie blows
Animal balloons
Circus Barkers
And their Minions
Waylon left us
Shooter Jennings
Heidi Klum
Without makeup
To say the least
She looks a bit rough
American flags
As rainbow banners
Peal, scratch, and sniff
Talking bananas
Hookha smoking
Manatees
Oh yea...
and then there's me
These are just a few of the things that lean
On the lamp post of my dreams
judy smith Dec 2015
As a Sports Illustrated model it's no secret that she has the ability to turn heads.

So as Hannah Ferguson marked day 30 of LOVE magazine's video advent she did so in smouldering fashion to ensure her debut was not easily forgotten.

Showing off her moves to the sound of Drake's Hotline Bling, the 23-year-old owned the shoot as she cavorted in a slashed corset dress.

Whipping her hair back and forth, Ferguson appeared to forego underwear beneath the daring form fitted number.

Becoming the definition of sensual, a pair of sheer stockings and Giuseppe Zanotti black patent leather lace-up stilettos completed the cover girl's look.

With her hair worn in its natural state, the beautiful blonde's striking blue eyes are lined with kohl liner while her pout is coated in a shade of **** lipstick.

Preened to perfection, the two minute clip is formatted in slow motion as the Texan beauty, who resides in the Big Apple, seductively gyrated on the floor.

In the film Hannah also displays her comical side as she flashed her pearly white while attempting to do the 'Stanky Leg' dance.

Ferguson's debut sees her join the likes of Kendall Jenner, Cara Delevingne, Rita Ora and Adriana Lima who all featured in the 2015 edition of the online countdown to the new year.

The LOVE magazine advent calendar, now in its fifth year, has seen an influx of 8.2 million views since launching on December 1.

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Tandis qu'au **** des nuées,
Qui semblent des paradis,
Dans le bleu sont remuées,
Je t'écoute, et tu me dis :

« Quelle idée as-tu de l'homme,
« De croire qu'il aide Dieu ?
« L'homme est-il donc l'économe
« De l'eau, de l'air et du feu ?

« Est-ce que, dans son armoire,
« Tu l'aurais vu de tes yeux
« Serrer les rouleaux de moire
« Que l'aube déploie aux cieux ?

« Est-ce lui qui gonfle et ride
« La vague, et lui dit : Assez !
« Est-ce lui qui tient la bride
« Des éléments hérissés ?

« Sait-il le secret de l'herbe ?
« Parle-t-il au nid vivant ?
« Met-il sa note superbe
« Dans le noir clairon du vent ?

« La marée âpre et sonore
« Craint-elle son éperon ?
« Connaît-il le météore ?
« Comprend-il le moucheron ?

« L'homme aider Dieu ! lui, ce songe,
« Ce spectre en fuite et tremblant !
« Est-ce grâce à son éponge
« Que le cygne reste blanc ?

« Le fait veut, l'homme acquiesce.
« Je ne vois pas que sa main
« Découpe à l'emporte-pièce
« Les pétales du jasmin.

« Donne-t-il l'odeur aux sauges,
« Parce qu'il sait faire un trou
« Pour mêler le grès des Vosges
« Au salpêtre du Pérou ?

« Règle-t-il l'onde et la brise,
« Parce qu'il disséquera
« De l'argile qu'il a prise
« Près de Rio-Madera ?

« Ôte Dieu ; puis imagine,
« Essaie, invente ; épaissis
« L'idéal subtil d'Égine
« Par les dogmes d'Éleusis ;

« Soude Orphée à Lamettrie ;
« Joins, pour ne pas être à court,
« L'école d'Alexandrie
« À l'école d'Edimbourg ;

« Va du conclave au concile,
« D'Anaximandre à Destutt ;
« Dans quelque cuve fossile
« Exprime tout l'institut ;

« Démaillote la momie ;
« Presse Œdipe et Montyon ;
« Mets en pleine académie
« Le sphinx à la question ;

« Fouille le doute et la grâce ;
« Amalgame en ton guano
« À la Sybaris d'Horace
« Les Chartreux de saint Bruno ;

« Combine Genève et Rome ;
« Fais mettre par ton fermier
« Toutes les vertus de l'homme
« Dans une fosse à fumier ;

« Travaille avec patience
« En puisant au monde entier ;
« Prends pour pilon la science
« Et l'abîme pour mortier ;

« Va, forge ! je te défie
« De faire de ton savoir
« Et de ta philosophie
« Sortir un grain de blé noir !

« Dieu, de sa droite, étreint, fauche,
« Sème, et tout est rajeuni ;
« L'homme n'est qu'une main gauche
« Tâtonnant dans l'infini.

« Aux heures mystérieuses,
« Quand l'eau se change en miroir,
« Rôdes-tu sous les yeuses,
« L'esprit plongé dans le soir ?

« Te dis-tu : - Qu'est-ce que l'homme ? -
« Sonde, ami, sa nullité ;
« Cherche, de quel chiffre, en somme,
« Il accroît l'éternité !

« L'homme est vain. Pourquoi, poète,
« Ne pas le voir tel qu'il est,
« Dans le sépulcre squelette,
« Et sur la terre valet !

« L'homme est nu, stérile, blême,
« Plus frêle qu'un passereau ;
« C'est le puits du néant même
« Qui s'ouvre dans ce zéro.

« Va, Dieu crée et développe
« Un lion très réussi,
« Un bélier, une antilope,
« Sans le concours de Poissy.

« Il fait l'aile de la mouche
« Du doigt dont il façonna
« L'immense taureau farouche
« De la Sierra Morena ;

« Et dans l'herbe et la rosée
« Sa génisse au fier sabot
« Règne, et n'est point éclipsée
« Par la vache Sarlabot.

« Oui, la graine dans l'espace
« Vole à travers le brouillard,
« Et de toi le vent se passe,
« Semoir Jacquet-Robillard !

« Ce laboureur, la tempête,
« N'a pas, dans les gouffres noirs,
« Besoin que Grignon lui prête
« Sa charrue à trois versoirs.

« Germinal, dans l'atmosphère,  
« Soufflant sur les prés fleuris,  
« Sait encor mieux son affaire  
« Qu'un maraîcher de Paris.

« Quand Dieu veut teindre de flamme
« Le scarabée ou la fleur,
« Je ne vois point qu'il réclame
« La lampe de l'émailleur.

« L'homme peut se croire prêtre,
« L'homme peut se dire roi,
« Je lui laisse son peut-être,
« Mais je doute, quant à moi,

« Que Dieu, qui met mon image
« Au lac où je prends mon bain,
« Fasse faire l'étamage
« Des étangs, à Saint-Gobain.

« Quand Dieu pose sur l'eau sombre
« L'arc-en-ciel comme un siphon,
« Quand au tourbillon plein d'ombre
« Il attelle le typhon,

« Quand il maintient d'âge en âge
« L'hiver, l'été, mai vermeil,
« Janvier triste, et l'engrenage
« De l'astre autour du soleil,

« Quand les zodiaques roulent,
« Amarrés solidement,
« Sans que jamais elles croulent,
« Aux poutres du firmament,

« Quand tournent, rentrent et sortent
« Ces effrayants cabestans
« Dont les extrémités portent
« Le ciel, les saisons, le temps ;

« Pour combiner ces rouages
« Précis comme l'absolu,
« Pour que l'urne des nuages
« Bascule au moment voulu,

« Pour que la planète passe,
« Tel jour, au point indiqué,
« Pour que la mer ne s'amasse
« Que jusqu'à l'ourlet du quai,

« Pour que jamais la comète
« Ne rencontre un univers,
« Pour que l'essaim sur l'Hymète
« Trouve en juin les lys ouverts,

« Pour que jamais, quand approche
« L'heure obscure où l'azur luit,
« Une étoile ne s'accroche
« À quelque angle de la nuit,

« Pour que jamais les effluves
« Les forces, le gaz, l'aimant,
« Ne manquent aux vastes cuves
« De l'éternel mouvement,

« Pour régler ce jeu sublime,
« Cet équilibre béni,
« Ces balancements d'abîme,
« Ces écluses d'infini,

« Pour que, courbée ou grandie,
« L'oeuvre marche sans un pli,
« Je crois peu qu'il étudie
« La machine de Marly ! »

Ton ironie est amère,
Mais elle se trompe, ami.
Dieu compte avec l'éphémère,
Et s'appuie à la fourmi.

Dieu n'a rien fait d'inutile.
La terre, hymne où rien n'est vain,
Chante, et l'homme est le dactyle
De l'hexamètre divin.

L'homme et Dieu sont parallèles :
Dieu créant, l'homme inventant.
Dieu donne à l'homme ses ailes.
L'éternité fait l'instant.

L'homme est son auxiliaire
Pour le bien et la vertu.
L'arbre est Dieu, l'homme est le lierre ;
Dieu de l'homme s'est vêtu.

Dieu s'en sert, donc il s'en aide.
L'astre apparaît dans l'éclair ;
Zeus est dans Archimède,
Et Jéhovah dans Képler.

Jusqu'à ce que l'homme meure,
Il va toujours en avant.
Sa pensée a pour demeure
L'immense idéal vivant.

Dans tout génie il s'incarne ;
Le monde est sous son orteil ;
Et s'il n'a qu'une lucarne,
Il y pose le soleil.

Aux terreurs inabordable,
Coupant tous les fatals noeuds,
L'homme marche formidable,
Tranquille et vertigineux.

De limon il se fait lave,
Et colosse d'embryon ;
Epictète était esclave,
Molière était histrion,

Ésope était saltimbanque,
Qu'importe ! - il n'est arrêté
Que lorsque le pied lui manque
Au bord de l'éternité.

L'homme n'est pas autre chose
Que le prête-nom de Dieu.
Quoi qu'il fasse, il sent la cause
Impénétrable, au milieu.

Phidias cisèle Athènes ;
Michel-Ange est surhumain ;
Cyrus, Rhamsès, capitaines,
Ont une flamme à la main ;

Euclide trouve le mètre,
Le rythme sort d'Amphion ;
Jésus-Christ vient tout soumettre,
Même le glaive, au rayon ;

Brutus fait la délivrance ;
Platon fait la liberté ;
Jeanne d'Arc sacre la France
Avec sa virginité ;

Dans le bloc des erreurs noires
Voltaire ses coins ;
Luther brise les mâchoires
De Rome entre ses deux poings ;

Dante ouvre l'ombre et l'anime ;
Colomb fend l'océan bleu... -
C'est Dieu sous un pseudonyme,
C'est Dieu masqué, mais c'est Dieu.

L'homme est le fanal du monde.
Ce puissant esprit banni
Jette une lueur profonde
Jusqu'au seuil de l'infini.

Cent carrefours se partagent
Ce chercheur sans point d'appui ;
Tous les problèmes étagent
Leurs sombres voûtes sur lui.

Il dissipe les ténèbres ;
Il montre dans le lointain
Les promontoires funèbres
De l'abîme et du destin.

Il fait voir les vagues marches
Du sépulcre, et sa clarté
Blanchit les premières arches
Du pont de l'éternité.

Sous l'effrayante caverne
Il rayonne, et l'horreur fuit.
Quelqu'un tient cette lanterne ;
Mais elle t'éclaire, ô nuit !

Le progrès est en litige
Entre l'homme et Jéhovah ;
La greffe ajoute à la tige ;
Dieu cacha, l'homme trouva.

De quelque nom qu'on la nomme,
La science au vaste voeu
Occupe le pied de l'homme
À faire les pas de Dieu.

La mer tient l'homme et l'isole,
Et l'égare **** du port ;
Par le doigt de la boussole
Il se fait montrer le nord.

Dans sa morne casemate,
Penn rend ce damné meilleur ;
Jenner dit : Va-t-en, stigmate !
Jackson dit : Va-t-en, douleur !

Dieu fait l'épi, nous la gerbe ;
Il est grand, l'homme est fécond ;
Dieu créa le premier verbe
Et Gutenberg le second.

La pesanteur, la distance,
Contre l'homme aux luttes prêt,
Prononcent une sentence ;
Montgolfier casse l'arrêt.

Tous les anciens maux tenaces,
Hurlant sous le ciel profond,
Ne sont plus que des menaces
De fantômes qui s'en vont.

Le tonnerre au bruit difforme
Gronde... - on raille sans péril
La marionnette énorme
Que Franklin tient par un fil.

Nemrod était une bête
Chassant aux hommes, parmi
La démence et la tempête
De l'ancien monde ennemi.

Dracon était un cerbère
Qui grince encor sous le ciel
Avec trois têtes : Tibère,
Caïphe et Machiavel.

Nemrod s'appelait la Force,
Dracon s'appelait la Loi ;
On les sentait sous l'écorce
Du vieux prêtre et du vieux roi.

Tous deux sont morts. Plus de haines !
Oh ! ce fut un puissant bruit
Quand se rompirent les chaînes
Qui liaient l'homme à la nuit !

L'homme est l'appareil austère
Du progrès mystérieux ;
Dieu fait par l'homme sur terre
Ce qu'il fait par l'ange aux cieux.

Dieu sur tous les êtres pose
Son reflet prodigieux,
Créant le bien par la chose,
Créant par l'homme le mieux.

La nature était terrible,
Sans pitié, presque sans jour ;
L'homme la vanne en son crible,
Et n'y laisse que l'amour.

Toutes sortes de lois sombres
Semblaient sortir du destin ;
Le mal heurtait aux décombres
Le pied de l'homme incertain.

Pendant qu'à travers l'espace
Elle roule en hésitant ;
Un flot de ténèbres passe
Sur la terre à chaque instant ;

Mais des foyers y flamboient,
Tout s'éclaircit, on le sent,
Et déjà les anges voient
Ce noir globe blanchissant.

Sous l'urne des jours sans nombre
Depuis qu'il suit son chemin,
La décroissance de l'ombre
Vient des yeux du genre humain.

L'autel n'ose plus proscrire ;
La misère est morte enfin ;
Pain à tous ! on voit sourire
Les sombres dents de la faim.

L'erreur tombe ; on l'évacue ;
Les dogmes sont muselés ;
La guerre est une vaincue ;
Joie aux fleurs et paix aux blés !

L'ignorance est terrassée ;
Ce monstre, à demi dormant,
Avait la nuit pour pensée
Et pour voix le bégaiement.

Oui, voici qu'enfin recule
L'affreux groupe des fléaux !
L'homme est l'invincible hercule,
Le balayeur du chaos.

Sa massue est la justice,
Sa colère est la bonté.
Le ciel s'appuie au solstice
Et l'homme à sa volonté.

Il veut. Tout cède et tout plie.
Il construit quand il détruit ;
Et sa science est remplie
Des lumières de la nuit.

Il enchaîne les désastres,
Il tord la rébellion,
Il est sublime ; et les astres
Sont sur sa peau de lion.
Aaron LaLux Jan 2019
Moments of bliss in the pain and truth in the fables,
All I need is some honesty honestly,
“Stormy seas make the most skilled sailors..”,
or so her tattoo reads so sinful it feels Godly,

she says she only likes black men,
and they say “Once you go black you never go back.”,
but I’m white and when she came she came with me,
and since she arrived she hasn’t left,

sometimes,
truth really is stranger than fiction,
quit drugs got clean,
so now she is my only addition,

on a rooftop in a cool spot sipping champagne,
in the pool got a true shot at some real fame,
feeling like the hero and the villian,
half Joker have Bruce Wayne,

the truth is I feel like a mix of all the Bruces,
Bruce Jenner Bruce Banner Bruce Lee,
Bruce Willis all in it no limits or gimmicks,
Born in the USA raised on Backstreets of Philly,

an American Dreamer living The Dream,
Born To Run call me Bruce Springsteen,
found the Fountain of Youth this girl with this tattoo’s the proof,
so now I bath in the rainbows of this spring,

life so exciting sometimes I just want to scream,

like I do right now as we dance ecstatically,
unconditionally above the world on this rooftop under this star light,
which makes sense since she is a dancer by trade,
we dance and sweat and let out everything that’s inside,

we spread our arms we extend our tongue,
we seize the moment this moment of life,
because we know everything goes in an instant,
life passes by in the blink of an eye,

but without the bitter the sweet ain’t as sweet,
trying to wake up from this dream Vanilla Sky,
and sure these waters are rough,
but hey at least we’re enjoying the ride,

as we find moments of bliss in the pain and truth in the fables,
All I need is some honesty honestly,
“Stormy seas make the most skilled sailors..”,
or so her tattoo reads so sinful it feels Godly…

∆ LaLux ∆

Free Book: https://www.scribd.com/document/388173677/The-Holy-Trilogy-Volume-2-Mandalas
Until Bruce Jenner turned me on to the energizing pill called Midol
I sat around the house doing nothing but slacking off and being idle
Whilst crabbing through mensal blood that flows moon-phase tidal
I'll divorce my wife to wed my guy for as a bride I need to be bridal
By electrical electrocution Starke's condemned prisoners croak, but
Ted Bundy's: Broads Die When I ****** Them, is an unfunny poke
while: Women Who Died Because I Killed Them, is a 1-subject joke
that shows university-girl homicide, by Teddy, as 1 bite per 1 choke
judy smith Nov 2016
Before the hordes of his extended fashion family descended on Somerset House last night, Sam McKnight was pacing through the two floors of an exhibition of his life as one of the great sessions hairstylists. He stopped in front of a formal British Vogue portrait of Princess Diana, taken by Patrick Demarchelier in 1990. “I put on the tiara and had to make her hair big for it,” he remembered. “But, oh, God, then we had such an amazing day afterward. We were chatting and she suddenly asked, ‘If you could do anything, what would you do?’ And I said, ‘I’d cut it off!’ And she said, ‘Well, let’s do it now!’”

Thus, Diana, Princess of Wales, got the best slicked-back look of her life, the cut that defined her chic, grown-up, independent years—and her cutoff from her marriage. “I didn’t realize at the time,” McKnight said, “but in retrospect, with everything that was going on in the background, she wanted a change.” McKnight, after that, became Diana’s entrusted hairdresser. As photographer Nick Knight puts it elsewhere in the show, McKnight has that general effect on women when he’s working. “When he goes near the girls, they relax.”

It’s a testament to McKnight’s popularity in the magazine and fashion show milieu he has worked in since 1977—nearly 40 years!—that so many (who are sometimes so difficult) cooperated and gave permission, and that Chanel and Vivienne Westwood lent spectacular clothes to illustrate the interpretive cut and ****** of what a great hairstylist contributes. Straightaway, as you step off the street into the exhibition, you’re plunged into the next best thing to a backstage hair-and-makeup station and the kind of frenetic scene that goes on minutes before Chanel, Fendi,Dries Van Noten, or Balmain shows take to the runway. In place of the mirrors there are videos—say, of Kendall Jenner getting her Balmain hair look at a recent presentation—which have been recorded by GoPros worn by McKnight’s assistants. Every facet and every angle of the transformations—sometimes with four pairs of hands working on one girl’s hair—are captured.

From then on in, it’s easy to see how this exhibition will become a magnet for kids who want to experience the atmosphere of fashion and worship at a temple of a sublime hair alchemist. Shonagh Marshall, the curator at Somerset House, has run the numbers on the hairstylist’s Vogue covers, many of which are displayed on a faux newsstand. “Sam has been involved with 190 Vogue covers, which is more than any one photographer, or anyone else over that time,” she reported.

That’s not bad for a Scottish lad, born the son of a miner in 1955, who made his way to being a central team player with photographers and editors in the high supermodel years. Glorious images of Linda Evangelista, Christy Turlington,Cindy Crawford, and Tatjana Patitz abound. “It was a golden era. We were on the road the whole time with Patrick Demarchelier, traveling the world with the same 10 people,” McKnight said, laughing. “We were making it up as we went along, really.”

The massive sweep of the show brings out the important collaborations of his career, with photographers Demarchelier, Knight, Tim Walker, and more; with fashion editors Lucinda Chambers and Edward Enninful; and makeup artists Mary Greenwell and Val Garland. It’s studded with celebrity—Lady Gaga, Tilda Swinton, Kylie Minogue—and honors the spectacular shape-shifting talents of Kate Moss, from her early days as a fresh tousle-haired ’90s teen in love on a beach: “Johnny Depp was there,” McKnight recalled.

There are the moments when McKnight changed models’ fates with short, blonde crops—Jeny Howorth’s in the ’80s and Agyness Deyn’s in the aughts. We see his process, with the hairpieces, wigs, and frizzing techniques integral to creating Westwood and Chanel shows, in both videos and installations masterfully laid out by Michael Howells. Right at the end, there’s a room Howells describes as “Sam the Man,” the walls checkerboarded with pictures of flowers from his garden and the ridiculous varieties of wigs he poses in on his Instagram feed these days. It’s testament to the energy and humor of a talent happily adapted to an industry that is constantly working on the new, in the now; an inspirational treat for all those who remember and for all the many thousands of young eyes that will be opened for the first time by this extravagant journey through one man’s career.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/vintage-formal-dresses
Bruce Jenner's cranium houses the brain of a woman with knockers
too ****** cherry for old, run-of-the-mill Y.W.C.A. city gym lockers
Brucey's knobs will tease recently-paroled-******-fondling gawkers
while his white ******* entice court-adjudicated-****-mad hawkers
who pursue comancheros armed with acrylic-caulk-loaded caulkers
to shoot down echelon flyers & birds-of-a-feather-flocking flockers
that mimic portly picnickers, sticky sticklers and mawkish mockers
chalking corpses of forensic coroners who're Cyril Wecht's chalkers
and stiffer in girly resolve than the twin **** that are Betty Crocker's
joy as Monsanto aerosolates Hawaii with airborne, toxical shockers
as the **** of A.C./D.C. have degenerated eclectical currents ******
I stuff my both nostrils with onion skins to obliterate feeling sneezy
My bleeding heart has been knotted, contorted & tangled dead after
finding that Frederique van der Wal works as a bouncer called Fred
My old heart's been knotted, mangled & tangled dead after learning
that Frederique van der Wal knocks heads as a bouncer named Fred
I wanna be your lesbian play-thing in ways digestively pancreatical
until I am gynecologically unfit to be your **** purely diagnostical
as from within our vulvae sprout puffy cysts fleshed pseudocystical
that swing on the periphery of benignant wens gone neoplasmatical
in Chicago slaughter houses where each & every delicious pig *****
on old concrete floors that are made no less **** by porcine *******
that pop unpropped as popped polyp polypus polypusi possibly pop
in fashion with cryptical fashion that sits slower than soles at a stop
Bruce Jenner ***** like a she & his *** pride is testing A.I.D.S.-free
Bruce Jenner ***** like a she & his **** pride is bein' A.I.D.S.-free
Gay Bruce Jenner screws like a bee while he ****-dives H.I.V.-free
Bruce Jenner ***** like he's a she & his gay pride is livin' V.D.-free
Aaron LaLux Aug 2018
At a loss for what it costs for these dreams,
my boss is a bot I mean a mean machine,
I mean that it seems,
they talk but I do not know what they mean,

I mean I got a feeling,
that sometimes things are not what they seem,
but I mean,
how can things not not be what they seem,

& it seems that we’re sleep walking in a day dream,
or more of a nightmare where they don’t fight fair when they feign,
& we scream but can’t wake up our minds or make up the time as it speeds,
on an assembly line butchering swine while dining on ham & cheese,

& I want to defy all of these lies,
but I don't have the time nor the energy,
so I write the signs of our times line after line,
instead of going head to head or eye to eye with the enemy,

trying to write it all out even though still I don't know what's gotten into me,

& still it’s obnoxious to to think,
that they’ve lost their conscience to memes & their consciousness to drinks,
unconscious to all things exotic while being white washed up in mainstreams,
lost in constant nonsense on narcotics it’s all gone in a smoky noxious steam,

while toxically ****** overgrown weeds sown from GMO seeds,
create these monsters that feign for meaningless things,
like rings that bling & the profits that conquest brings,
& they won’t stop this nonsense until they pop like a viral venereal disease,

I mean I’m honest I mean I mean what I say & I say what I mean,
& honestly I say they’ll **** the whole cow just for the cream,
I say they're an obese disease concealed between two legs in designer jeans,
as they march in unison an army of ants that only answer to the Queen Bee,

Martyrs for Dollars with corporate sponsors,
broadcast worldwide on cable TV,
I mean why do you think the youngest billionaire in history,
is a degenerate Jenner by the name of Kylie,
it's not a coincidence that she profits from cosmetics,
I mean cosmetics cause cancer which benefits the pharmaceutical industry,
& I don't mean that personally I mean I'm not sure what's gotten into me,
or why I'm speaking so recklessly without offering any apologies,
like a Kamikaze **** drunk on whisky,
standing in the street like “c’mon cop man frisk me!”,
or a Stalin on Ritalin or better yet a Britney with bad kidneys,
still collecting those royalty checks from Daddy Walt Disney,
& it’s all moving so fast I can’t get a grip or a grasp,
& not only am I disoriented but I’m also starting to get dizzy,

I mean,
it seems things can not not be all that they seem,

I mean,
it seems these words can not read all that they mean,

I mean,
it seems we sold out our dreams when we bought into these screens,

I mean,
it seems I don’t know if I really know if I know what I say or say what I mean,

I mean,
it's confusing to try & make sense of this nonsense & I'm sick of explaining,
I mean it’s absolutely obscene what these monsters will do for the cream,
sacrifice the whole Holy Cow all in the name of the American Dream,

& I'm at a loss for what it costs for these dreams,
my boss is a bot I mean a mean machine,
I mean that it seems,
they talk but I do not know what they mean,

I mean I got a feeling,
that sometimes things are not what they seem,
but I mean,
how can things not not be what they seem...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

from The Holy Trilogy Vol.2: Mandalas
available worldwide 8/8/18
Anais Vionet Nov 2021
It’s Saturday morning, and even though it’s Thanksgiving break, Lisa and I are in her bedroom, in NYC, studying.

“Ok,” Lisa stops, looks up and says, “give me a *** symbol.”

“I.. I don’t have one on me.” I say, apologetically.

“NAME one.” she clarifies.

“Are there “*** symbols” anymore?” I say, with air-quotes, “Who’s “Marilyn Monroe” today - Kim Kardashian - oooo - or Kendall Jenner?”

“I read Emily Ratajkowski refer to herself as a *** symbol the other day.” Lisa says.

“Is that the model that said she was groped at a naked photo-shoot?” I ask, as I google her.

“Yeah,” Lesa nods, “but it was a naked music video shoot.”

“Do you think I could model?” I ask, as I pose vampingly. “Be unflinchingly honest.” I request.

“Hhmmmm,” she considers, framing me in a finger rectangle pretend camera. “You’re like Marilyn Monroe,” she says, “in a training bra.” We burst out laughing

“Back to the subject,” Lisa says, “name a guy you think of as a *** symbol.”

“Humphrey Bogart!“ I say.

“Humphrey Bogart?? No!” she rejects him, wrinkling her nose, “too old-timey and dead, besides, he was a MOVIE star - come ON, a real one - SAY!”

Michael Gandolfini!” I offer.

“​​Michael Gandolfini??” she says, sounding stumped as her fingers google him.

*I make a dreamy “mmmm,” yummy sound.

“Oh, my GOD,” she says, and looks up for confirmation. “Humphrey Bogart and Michael Gandolfini - HONESTLY, you have the WEIRDEST taste!”

I was shocked, “No, seriously, don’t you think Michael looks kind of soft, cute and.. LUVable?”

She groans, “You’re going to marry an ugly man someday - aren’t you?” She pronounces, shaking her head.

“AM NOT!” I responded, throwing a pillow at her head (a pillow fight ensues).
deep university conversations.

— The End —