Judy Garland just touches my soul like nobody else does, her voice, her eyes, her lips. She was a walking, talking, breathing work of art and she just couldn't live with it.
Fade to black
Show the names
Play the happy song.

I love hanging out at the christmas candy shop, with a knife in my hand.
I love when your hair smells like wine and murder.
I love when we go to the church heavy on make up.
I love when you call me "Daddy" infront of the cats.
I love when the heroin stops working and I wake up in front of the empty table, with my deppresion on the menu, your vampire bites on my neck, and with an open window that shows the painting the snowy christmas morning.

Nikoli nisem bil precej bister fant. Vbistvu celo zelo neumen, nekak sem padel v ta sistem v katerem se ceni znanje, knjige, naravoslovje.
Oh kako je bolel, ko sem mogel zapustit vrtec. Ne tako kot boli navadne otroke, mene je ranilo. Jz še dans zarad tega krvavim. Jz še vedno jokam, ko zjutri se zbudim.
Mene je pač privlačil neskončni glamur, glamur v katerem princeske stopijo iz kočije na neskončni ples, mene je privlačil glamur nerealnosti, mene je privlačil glamur vsega tistega, kar drugi mislijo da je glupo, da je ceneno. In oh kako boli, ko sem v njihovih očeh preprosto cenen. Nimam bogatega besednega zaklada, jz z besedami rišem, zato ker so mi v šoli rekel da ne znam risat. Jz postanem živčen, ko iz kupa Voguov potegnem tistega decemberskega, s testerjem Black orchid. Oh, kako diši. Tako lepo, "ceneno", tako lepo po Sneguljčici.
In ob dnevih kot je ta obupavam nad lajfom, ki ga mam, lajfom, ki ni moj. Lajf, ki si ga lasti prašna učilnca za matematiko. Ker jz ne bi mel tazga lajfa, jz bi samo sanjal, se fiksal, se napil slave in z nasmehom na ustih z anti-depresivi v rokah umrl. Jp, ceneno. That's me.
In tok težko mi je, ko lahko berem samo Roalda pa Lymana, kr je to edino kar me razume. Ker je to edino kar ma glamur. Jz bi rad šokiru folk, sprovociru vrednote, ampak to samo zato, kr mam rad da je folk živčen, kr mam rad da sem v centru pozornosti. Ker sem kljub svojemu resnemu bledemu obrazu samo tisti otrok na čajanki, ki bi se oblekel v krilce in razbil vso čajanko.
Kako rad mam vikende, včasih bi jih ustekleničil, jih polival zjutraj v sojino mleko, plesal po šoli.
Jebeš cvek iz kemije.

Še pol ure do večerje.
Disciplina je najlepša navada kar obstaja, vbistvu nisem vedu kaj me tok privlači na Madonni, gejšah, baroku ... Lahko bi rekel estetika, ampak trenutno to ni point. Estetika je pri meni tisto česar sem se prenajedel, pokozlal in še vedno se valam v temu sranju. Fora pri teh treh recicmo ikonah je disciplina, vsi trije svetovi so svetovi trdega dela in stroge discipline. To je svet, ki ga jz kot umetnik naj ne bi razumel. Ker umetniki nimajo urnika, umetniki se zbujajo popoldne, prebedijo večera in zaspijo.
Še 22 minut do večerje.
Ne vem kaj, ampak zdi se mi da to ni point umetnosti, vsaj prave ne. Pozabmo na une pedre, ki cele dneve prelenarijo, živijo "abstraktno živlenje" in pravijo: "Jah, snemam album ..."
"Jah, pišem knjigo."
Pripadnik teh pedrov sm btw tud jz, sej kaj pa jz cel cajt delam? Mam se za enga umetnika vbistvu pa edino kar delam je to da hodm v L'Occitane in občasno vn prdn kšno kao prozo.
Torej back on topic, namen umetnosti je stroga disciplina. Če se vrnem k osnutku tega posta, ki se je pojavu, ko sem po miljardih letih kliknu na Post an entry.
Creating a perfect face, painting it, hiding it from the sun ...
Jp, dejstvo je da je umetnik tut obraz, ki si ga lasti, hrana, ki jo zaužije, oseba, ki jo poljubi, lasje, ki jih opere. Umetnik mora biti živa umetnina da bi se lahko oklical za nekaj takega. Se spomnite Monrojevke? Ona je bila živa umetnina, ljudje pravijo da je bila v zasebnem lajfu precej dolgočasna, siva, ovita v volnene puloverje, potem se je nekaj v njej prebudilo, ko je zakorakala na tist oder. Prebudil se je tisti mehek glas, tiste oči, ki skrivajo toliko bolečine, tiste rdeče ustnice, ki jih vsi hočejo poljubiti. O da to je umetnost. Pa Dali, njegova spalnica je bila umetnost, njegov avto je bil umetnost, njegovi brki, njegova žena.
Še petnajst minut do večerje.
Kar hočem povedat je da je gejša, barok in Madonna disciplina, disciplina pri kateri nastane živa umetnina. Jebat ga, ker je izgled, glasba, film, obleka časno precej omejena na rok trajanja. Jp, bolj pomembna je ljubezen, sočutje pa to sranje. Ampak o tem bom jz razmišlu, ko bo moje čelo ovito v botoks in ko bom mel keš za o tem razmišlat. Do takrat se pa držim teh revnih vrednot kot pijanc plota, ker se meni tok prekleto svetlijo.
Še trinajst minut do večerje.
Ajde.

I had such a photoshop block or just an art block that I never had in three years. And I started creating icons yesterday, becouse I felt inspired by one icon, that was so unique and special, that I felt I should return to my icon making.
When I started here, on lj, I was so new to this whole thing, I tried to be unique and special, but people asked of me to be just one shitty designer of bunch on lj. Lj icon makers are soules, well most of them, I still find some that are inspiring, they make 50 icons that are all the same. Some colorization, a brush and you've got yourself an icon. I know that icon making isn't an art, but it sure sucked all my will in making art of me. Becouse somehow I've been obssesed with the idea of making lots of small souless images in a small amout of time, but getting more attention than I've got when I made a wallpaper.
I've been checking all this icon tutorials, that learned me alot, but sucked so much creativity out of me. So I left Lj and just started to live my life, without writing fiction or making a statment over a wallpaper. I fell in to a trans, of how could I say, cliche and I still think that I'm living in it. So I don't even know if this is the last post here on LJ or the first. But I guess this is a pack of icons that I love and would love to share with you guys.
Thank you for your support!

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[9] America's Next Top Model sesion 8 icons
[10] Christian Dior Spring 2007 Couture icons

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Fuck you LJ! I'm back.

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I am so sick of this journal, I can't post in it. So that's why:

I don't have the connection I had with internet before, I don't want to do graphics, I don't want to do blogs and icons. It pisses me off when I come to see how is livejournal like. The icons are getting worse. I mean, why do people need 200 Lindsay Lohan icons? Did she make someting good for her life and her career? And the Olsen twins? Please, people give me a break, they are so many icons showing how they drink starbucks that no wonder people can't handle their day without a cup of coffe.
First it was kinda cool, but now it's just stupid to see people making Britney Spears icons, even thought that bitch didn't record nothing. She just lost weight and got a pound sluttier.
I miss originali icons! I miss Lily Cole icons:(.

*takes a L'Occitane grape bath*

I'm back! Just freshin' it up:P. I don't know if I should make some Lily Cole icons, just to show people that there is a model, who is still original.

Ps: Did you know that Dita and Manson are divorcing? Fuck! Manson should put down his art and alchohol and realize that he destroyed something that he needed the most.

So I decided to make the Lily icons, in a half an hour. They are nothing special, but she is.

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Yes, Christina was amaizing! (For thoese who don't know: I was on her concert in Austria - Vienna!). I thought tht the show wouldn't be nothing like Madonna's, but I was wrong. The stage was like three times smaller, but the show was huge! Circus, stars moon, kabarets, on a stage that was maybe even smaller than Anstacia's one XD. We waited in the line for like two hours (that's why I am sick today, but like I said: Better Christina, than health!). OMG! So when we entered the hall we were waiting and it was very hot inside so the security was passing us water (we were standing under the stage, the ones who were siting upstairs were eating popcorn and drinking coke. WTF? You came to Christina's concert to eat popcorn and drink coke? Did you ever heard of a cinema? So we were waiting for like two hours again. The pre-group sucked. They were some Austrian jazz retro group with hairy back vocalistis. Whatewa! And since we were so near the stage the music was like bombing our ears!
And this Austrian teenage girl got in a fight with some old lady. And the old lady was always pushing hear and saying something in rusian or something. And the girl pushed her back and said: "If you push me one more time I'm gonna slap you in the face!" And the everybody claped their hands.
So then she started! So the screen showed her dressing up and passing the images of these famous jazz singers (playing the song: Back to basics). And then she came with this elegant white look singing aint no other man (hate the song).
And I thought: "This totally sucks."
But I didn't. The concert was like capuccino with some cum creme on it. I loved it when she chose someone from the audience for Nasty naughty boy and then she tied him to this circus ring and then ... :p. And when she sang hurt infront of the stars and a big moon:(. And Lady Marmalade (is it spelled that way?): Hot black guys in high heels and with fake eyelashes! That's hot! And I loved enter the circus (waw!), it really looked like a circus.
Why am I posting new icons? Cause I got inspierd and cause I'm pissed of since the last post got so little comment. Like four?

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I tried to make this post a happy little christmas celebretian, with coca cola commerials and Santa Claus icons. But I can't fake it anymore.
I just can't hide that I am very unhappy with my life, even if I am very proud of myself every day. I feel empty and frozen, and my grades are falling. It seems to me that even if I try to be perfect there are other people to remaind me what a failure I am and how empty I really am. I was once a poet, I was once a child. Now I am just an empty shadow of a secret world there once was. And yesterday I found out that Hollywood doesn't want people older that 25 years. So fuck, I can't go to collage, becouse of it. And you must think I am stupid. And I can't really tell you: I will be famous someday. Yes I am stupid, but fame and glory are all that I always wanted and now that I am old enough to start making art and realistic ideas about myself and CREATING myself, fame seems to be next door. But who is the person next to me? Is he/she a drunker? Muderder? Raper?
I need another spring. Another reborn of a child inside me. I need another love. I need something. But the thing is, when I first had the "BIG Spring Change" I was not wating for it at all. I thought I would be frozen and dead forever. But the spring made me alive as hell.
And so I give my heart, I lock it in a secret frozen box and I let the water lead it for a while. And show it the other parts of the world, other cultures and other hearts. And at spring the box will come to me, and I will open it, and put a heart right back again. And I will feel what my heart has felt for so much time of traveling.
Goodbye my heart *and don't you dare to bring a cancer home!*

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