who the fuck is this bitch?

cold, cold water surrounds me now, and all i've got is your hand; lord, can you hear me now? or am i

i'm just a shot away from you & if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered: i lie, i'm just a

the thing about india, you see . . .

i'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly, it's hard to say that i'd rather sta
so instead of posting a really long entry about my Indian extravaganza with long-winded stories and boring photos, i though i'd make a video. videos usually can tell a story in a visceral way that appeals to blog readers....in a way words sometimes don't. and lately i feel like i'm lacking the proper vernacular to explain what it is i experienced there.so here's the video compilation that i made. please watch and comment. namaste.

i'll tear the price from ur head & keep u from harm thats wot u said theres ppl climbin out of t
so i'm back.i'm trying to gather my thoughts and will post a long entry with photos and videos soon.but i will share something with you now ... i had two encounters with two very special people during this trip. one in india and one in london. i miss them. a

peter said to paul you know all those words we wrote are just the rules of the game and rules are th
so, in less than 24 hours, i'll be on a long haul flight. passport clutched, life slung over my shoulder, whispering to the books i read. sometime through the gauze of night and over a thousand lights, i'll land in zurich. then up and off again, until i reach the island of marigolds and sand

heaven holds a sense of wonder & i wanted 2 believe that id get caught up when the rage in me su
today Octo and i particpated in Essensity And The City.... wash and style, makeover, and photo shoot all free! gratuit, bitch. here's the result: i sneak out from behind my camera...