Summer is ending and in spite of the wicked heat in Las Vegas, I can’t help but feel a tad sorrowful. Pretty soon, the nights will come sooner, there will be a chill in the air, but no snow, and there won’t be a need for a heavy jacket, but it’s also too cold to wear cardigans. Like Entice’s Summer Nights suggests, get your fill of last minute dips in the pool, lake, or ocean and skimpy and sexy summertime wear.
Matilda:Derek, I don’t know if you’re familiar with the belief that some Aboriginal tribes hold, it’s the concept that a photo might steal part of the soul. What are your thoughts on that as someone who gets his picture taken for a living?
Derek: Well, I guess I would have to answer your question with another question. How many abordigenals do you see modeling?
What’s a picture to you, reader?
For me, it’s a way to document what I’m really feeling.
And tonight, I needed to let off some steam.
So yeah, I watched Zoolander tonight. Like a moment captured, it never gets old. 😉
Pinwheels represent, most commonly, the act of turning one’s luck around; however, they also represent childhood innocence, unseen energy, wish fulfillment and transformation, depending on where one looks. Where you look is up to you.
I’m the [product] of rage and love / The Jesus of Suburbia / The bible of none of the above / On a steady diet of [Prozac] and [Trazodone] / No one ever died for my Sins in hell / As far as I can tell / At least the ones that I got away with / And there’s nothing wrong with me / This is how I’m supposed to be / In a land of make believe / That don’t believe in meGet my television fix / Sitting on my crucifix / The living room in my private womb / While the [Reps] and brats are away / To fall in love and fall in debt / To alcohol and cigarettes / And [against the grain] / To keep me insane / [Drinking someone else’s champagne] / And there’s nothing wrong with me / This is how I’m supposed to be / In a land of make believe / That don’t believe in meAt the center of the earth / In the parking lot / Of [the Vegas Apartment] where I was taught / The motto was just a lie / It says home is where your heart is / But what a shame / Cause everyone’s heart / Doesn’t beat the same / It’s beating out of timeCity of the dead / At the end of another lost highway / Signs misleading to nowhere / City of the damned / Lost children with dirty faces today / No one really seems to care / I read the graffiti / In the bathroom stall / Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall /And so it seemed to confessIt didn’t say much / But it only confirmed that / The center of the earth / Is the end of the world / And I could really care less / City of the dead / At the end of another lost highway / Signs misleading to nowhere /City of the damned / Lost children with dirty faces today / No one really seems to careI don’t care if you don’t / I don’t care if you don’t / I don’t care if you don’t care / I don’t care if you don’t / I don’t care if you don’t / I don’t care if you don’t care / I don’t care if you don’t / I don’t care if you don’t / I don’t care if you don’t care / I don’t care if you don’t / I don’t care if you don’t / I don’t care if you don’t care
I don’t care
Everyone’s so full of shit / Born and raised by hypocrites / Hearts recycled but never saved / From the cradle to the grave / We are the kids of war and peace / From Anaheim to the Middle East / We are the stories and disciples of / The Jesus of suburbiaLand of make believe / And it don’t believe in me / Land of make believe / And I don’t believe And I don’t care!Dearly beloved are you listening? / I can’t remember a word that you were saying / Are we demented or am I disturbed? / The space that’s in between insane and insecure / Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? / Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed / Nobody’s perfect and I stand accused / For lack of a better word, and that’s my best excuseTo live, and not to breathe / Is to die, in tragedy / To run, to run away / To find, what you believe / And I leave behind / This hurricane of fucking lies / I lost my faith to this / This [valley] that don’t exist / So I run, I run away / To the lights of masochistsAnd I, leave behind / This hurricane of fucking lies / And I, walked this line / A million and one fucking times / But not this time / I don’t feel any shame / I won’t apologize / When there ain’t nowhere you can go / Running away from pain / When you’ve been victimized Tales from another broken home / Oh you’re leaving / You’re leaving / You’re leaving / Are you leaving home?