I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY

IN MY WHOLE LIFE.

I’VE BEEN DENYING THIS SO LONG….

I’M SURE IT’S RIGHT.

FINALLY…THIS IS WORKING…FINALLY…THIS IS LIFE.

FINALLY…THIS IS WORKING…FINALLY…THIS IS LIFE.

AND THEN COMES THE CRACK…

AND EVERYTHING FALLS APART.

AND THEN COMES THE PULL….

AND SHE DIES.

AND THEN COMES THE CRACK….

AND EVERYTHING COMES APART.

THEN COMES THE NIGHT

AND SHE DIES.

I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THIS…THIS IS SOMETHING I’VE DONE…

I’VE NEVER BEEN SO BROKEN….

I’VE NEVER HURT SO MUCH.

THIS IS LIKE

A SLAP IN THE FACE.

THIS IS LIKE

AN AMPUTATION.

AND THEN COMES THE CRACK….

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Well I stumbled in the darkness, lost and alone

Though I said I’d go before us…

And show the way back home….

Is there a light up ahead? I can’t hold on very long….

Forgive me, pretty baby, but I always take the long way home.

Money’s just something you throw off the back of a train.

Got a head full of lightnin’, a hat full of rain

And I know that I said…I’d never do it again….

I’m sorry, pretty baby….

But I always take the long way home.

I put food on the table, and a roof overhead

But I’d trade it all tomorrow, for the highway instead.

Watch your back and pass your time….

Your love’s the only thing I’ve ever known.

One thing for sure, pretty baby….I always take the long way home.

You know I love you baby…

More than the whole wide world. You were my woman, you know you were my home.

Let’s go out past the party lights…where we can finally be alone.

Come with me…

And we can take the long way home.

I will try not to breathe….

I can hold my head still with my hands and my knees…

These eyes are the eyes of the old.  Shivering and bold.

I will try not to breathe….

This decision is mine, I have lived a full life and these are the eyes that….

I want you to remember.

I need…something to fly over my grave again.

I…need..something to breathe…

I will try not to burden you, I can hold these inside. I will hold my breath until all these shivers subside. Just look in my eyes.

I will try not to worry you. I have seen things that you will never see. Leave it to memory, me. I shudder to breathe.

Don’t dare me to breathe.

I

want

you

to

remember.

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So I’m fucking off….

Don’t miss me.

Don’t.

So you gave it your all….

It still fell apart.

Don’t cry.

Don’t.

It won’t change a thing

To want it any other way.

Don’t.

It won’t change a thing

To want it any other way.

______________

(No, I’m not plotting my death.)

Wordsmithery: Milez Iz Ded – Afghan Whigs & Any Other Way – Captains Intangible

Skins, dress, blood, contacts, photofuckery, photoshoppery, and  poses by Munchflower Zaius

except the last one which is by Luth Brodie.

Chair was made by Zarabella Ming.

Lighted room of badassedness by Ivey Deschanel.

Boots of win by Zero Number

Hair by Deviant Kitties

Roblem Hogarth

Ivey Deschanel

Apatia Hammerer

Allegory Malaprop

Radio Signals

Recidivist Sideways

Hyasynth Tiramisu

Horrid Twine

Jonny Dusk

Juana Manuel

Nebulosus Severine

Anathema Xeltentat

Noir Maelstrom

Achariya Maktoum

Putrid Gloom

Tomoyuki Batra

Kala Bijoux

Grady Echegaray

Wrong.

***********************

And these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds….

Thank you to each and every one of you.

I don’t try to explain art, let alone mine. Someone once told me that if you tell people what it means to you, that’s all they’ll ever see when they look at it. Truth. It destroys what could have been seen, whatever they might have gotten out of it. That said, i’m not going to explain this one either, suffice to say that if you’re seeing anything other than us…

you’re wrong.

<3 Munch.

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I want to be someone else or I’ll explode.

Floating upon this surface for the birds….

The birds…

The birds.

You want me?

Fucking well come and find me.

I’ll be waiting….

With a gun and a pack of sandwiches…

And nothing.

Nothing.

You want me?

Well come on and break the door down.

You want me?

Fucking come on and break the door down.

I’m ready…

I’m ready…

I’m ready.

******************************

Lyrics are from Talk Show Host by Radiohead

The Mad Reverend’s skin, eyes, and armbands are all by Munchflower Zaius.

Everything else I have no idea where he got it so he can add details when he wakes up.

Poses by 5ith Order and Munchflower Zaius

Breach Python Gun by Eata Kitty

Cargo crates by Arcadia Asylum

]]> http://vaguelysomething.wordpress.com/2010/05/06/talk-show-host/feed/ 6 munchflower tsh17 tsh10 tsh16 tsh15 tsh1 tsh13 tsh9 tsh2 tsh5 tsh4 tsh3 ths11 tsh14 tsh18 tsh8 tsh7 tsh6 http://vaguelysomething.wordpress.com/2010/05/03/when-i-wake-up-in-my-makeup/ http://vaguelysomething.wordpress.com/2010/05/03/when-i-wake-up-in-my-makeup/#comments Mon, 03 May 2010 23:43:33 +0000 munchflower http://vaguelysomething.wordpress.com/?p=244 ]]> Oh, make me over…
I’m all I want to be.
A walking study
In demonology.

Oh, look at my face
My name is might have been.
My name is never was.
My name forgotten.

Hey, so glad you could make it
Yeah, now you really made it
Hey, there’s only us left now.

When I wake up in my makeup
It’s too early for that dress
Wilted and faded somewhere in Hollywood
I’m glad I came here
With your pound of flesh.

No second billing cause you’re a star now
Oh, Cinderella
They aren’t sluts like you
Beautiful garbage… beautiful dresses
Can you stand up or will you just fall down

You better watch out…
What you wish for
It better be worth it
So much to DIE for.

When I wake up in my makeup
Have you ever felt so used up as this?
It’s all so sugarless
Hooker/waitress/model/actress
Oh, just go nameless

Honeysuckle, she’s full of poison
She obliterated everything she kissed
and now she’s fading
Somewhere in Hollywood…

I’m glad I came here….

With your pound of flesh.

*****

Thank you to Putrid Gloom, and Horrid Twine, for being beautiful with me.

Hair aflame, wild look in your eyes….
Naked belly to the ground

A forest fire
Nibbles at your veins

Crawls up your arm
Runs away with your mind

And burns dry thoughts like leaves.

Eyes stare up
But something’s in the way

In the Bible… only Angels have wings…

And the rest must wait to be saved.

A dry tongue
Screams at the sky…
But the wind just breathes words in
As a strange bird tries to fly.

Pieces of us die everyday
As though our flesh were hell
Such injustice, as children we are told
That from God we fell.

Where are my angels?
Where’s my golden one?
Where’s my hope
Now that my heroes have gone?

Some are being beaten
Some are being born.

And some

can’t

tell

the difference anymore.

Amen.

Amen.

Holy burning hand of wrath
piercing forever through the heart

and this flaming orbit of shame
ravages and splits the path

grinding, binding, taking away
needles above the prey
wreath of barbs

the injection of religion
has a comalike effect

and the bodies lay in decay
dreaming of a greener day

open eyes reading nothing
a sky harsh blue grins black

a sky harsh blue grins black

and I bleed and bleed in this wreath of barbs…

and I run and run but I don’t get far….

I don’t get far, don’t get far…

grinding…

( the injection of religion
has a comalike effect )

binding…

(and I bleed and I bleed and I bleed…)

Wreath of Barbs.

- – -

Skin, eyes, syringe necklace, rose vines, wreath of barbs, and photofuckery by Munchflower Zaius.

Shot on location in the Nomine churchyard.

Poses by Munchflower Zaius and Pilgrim Miles and possibly someone else. I can’t remember.

Lyrics: Wreath of Barbs – Wumpscut

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Weightless falls
( in time…I will….)
Honeysuckle
( collect the world )
Strangers – strange this
( the eggs )
Lights from pages
( and wings…)
Paper thin thing

Protected by the naked eye
( had you wings…)
Pearly sunrise
( I give my children…)

Nearly worn
( he’s a wonder )
Kneeling like a supplicant
( he’s a little black winged boy )

Darkened skin
( oh my daughters…)
Afraid to see
( he’ll fill you with joy )

Radiate
( had you wings )
Open lips
( the eggs )
Keep smiling for me
( I give my children )
Darkened skin

Afraid to see
( I give you…)
Radiate
( the wings of…)
Open lips
( in time…)

Keep smiling for me.
( I will collect the world )

Weightless cool
( in time )
Honeysuckle
( I will collect the world )
Fair skin – freckles
( the hearts )

Uncut teeth
( and limbs )
Tranquil eyes
( of butterflies )

Bite my lips – bite my lips
( had you wings…)
Under your feet

Butterflies….

oh father… I offer…

Butterflies….

( for Ven. <3 )

- – - – -

Lyrics by Toad the Wet Sprocket and Massive Attack.

Photobuggery and photoshoppery by Munchflower Zaius

Hair – marlie by KIN

Shirt and pants and eyes  NOMINE

Poses by PILGRIMAGE and Munch.

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