Little Rat, Little Rat

I'm sorry your eye is fucked.
I hope you don't feel too bad,
and want you to stay alive.

Little Rat, Little Rat,
As long as you're not in pain,
I'll tickle your ears again
and we'll wait and see.

O Amor Natural

Happy Valentine's day. I remember watching this documentary about the posthumously published book of Erotic poetry by a famous Brazilian poet when I was a teen. It blew my mind for several reasons. Firstly, I had never heard of someone writing about sex or lust in an artistic or beautiful way before. "Dirty" words or ideas made acceptable by being framed by an artist in a tender way.
Another thing that shocked me about this doc. is how it uses the elderly. Old people read the author's poems, give their opinions, and sometimes their personal sexual or romantic experiences. It forced me to view old people in a new way: as people who used to be young, and who fornicated, yearned and explored in their youth. I tend to think of the past as a more sexually repressed time, a sanitized, powdered age, forgetting that no matter what type of repression exists, human needs always find an outlet.
For awhile, I thought that the documentary also reflected a different attitude towards sex among people in Brazil. Watching it as an adult I'm not so sure, but I still think it's worth a watch. Happy Humping.
Watch below in parts.
xo

Annoyance

This* is just to say: I am very bored with the contemporary obsession with fonts and witty/emo phrases oh-so-skillfully arranged, pretending to be art. Inspiration, maybe. Art? Meh.

*O hai! I made this in mspaint to express my feelings. Isn't it beautiful?

Crazy things I believe

Crazy things I believe number one:
eating apples without washing them strengthens your constitution, making you less susceptible to illness. I don't know if this conviction came from being too lazy to wash apples, or a period of apple-eating good health. I know it's silly, but this I believe.

Audio Candy

Dear, sweet Pete gave me a wonderful gift the other night.

He stood outside my old apartment and recorded 45 minutes of ambient noise to help me sleep, and generally prove that he's awesome. Did I mention that it was -19 outside?

I used to fall asleep to the sound of streetcars entering the station, drunks heading to/from the bar, cars and trucks and dogs. All of the noise of living just off a busy street. Now I can do it whenever I want.
I'm a damned lucky fool.

Sugar Friends

Call them Sugar Friends. Call them your Cinnamon Fantasies. Call them when you're having a party and you run out of ice or cutlery. They are friends who you can count on to help you do things like drag home scavenged furniture, explore new recipes, eat your leftovers/offer you their leftovers. We all have friends like these, but when they move into your neighbourhood or you move into theirs, something special happens.
Calling all my close friends near and far. Move to Seaton Village and share my sugar.