Moonbirds and Monsters

random stuff from daily experiences. the queen of all queer.

the fattest lolita alive.

up for some serious snacks.

a sane man in an insane world.

spaced out disc joker.

two monstrous creatures arguing over a street-side lamp.

who says bart can't twist those knobs?

milk bar euphoria.

hang your faith. it helps.

S-Sh-Shh-Shhoesss

Rock and Rollers

"Lucy in the sky with diamonds.."

(The Beatles)

" Turn on, tune in, drop out."

(Timothy Leary R.I.P.) "To be peaceful without being stupid, to be interested without being compulsive, to be happy without being hysterical.. smoke grass!" (Ken Kesey) "Pot is a reality kick." (Anonymous)

"After midnight, all things are possible.."

(Timothy Leary, R.I.P.)

tanj ung pri ok hunt ing

hunting about daily activities in the railway.

an actual proof of our govern's dickheads stoopid ideas.

Machico Von De Angelhouse

3rd of July!!

one day before America's Independence Day is my best pal's birthday;

Chico, my lazy-arse shih tzu doggy.

he's 4 years old now, which means.. 4 times 7 = 28 years old.

geez. he's way much more older than moi.

i'm going to throw a party for him at my casa tonight, there'll be many sausages and chicken nuggets

(you know, the kind of food you throw to the floor for your dog),

and many doggies from the neighbourhood, also a few cats from the gutter.

he's friends with them. don't ask me why.

i'm trying to surprised Chico by inviting his soon-to-be-girlfriend-just-for-a-hump named Oreo,

but she hasn't lemme know whether she can come by or not, she's having this bathing-day at 4pm.

i think that's just her way to fake the fact that she wants to look fabuloso at her crush-on boy-dog.

he asked me to be the matchmaker to get him laid.

poor Chico. still a virgin at the age of 28..?

get a life, mate!

See what you get. Get what you see.

i told them to take off their shoes.

i told them to cross their legs like that.

i told them "if you're into peace, gimme the peace sign please."

and they did.

insecure securities.

peace out.

One fine sunday afternoon.

last sunday afternoon i went to casa, kemang

to meet an old friend of mine.

we always managed to meet up, for a quick session of

brainstorming, exchanging minds, or just playing around making fun

of the people we know or we don't know.

and that's not gossiping.

we're mimicking and imitating, but never gossiping.

sunday afternoons has always been my fave time of the week.

by 4 pm, i usually came out of the cage, driving around

in my car and smoking pot non-stop, pretending i'm a fuckin netherlands

stranded in polluted jakarta.

anyways.

here's a few shots i captured while we we're talking about

love, lust, life, economic climate, orgy, drug dealers,

modus operandi, the culture gap between generation X, Y and Z,

lipstick, simulacra simulacrum, michel gondry and adang daradjatun.

the view from our couch.

the lonesome pillows.

lean back. turn left. there they are. snap snap.

the old fella. a great mind stuck in a perv's being.

three little pigs waiting for the fox to blow away their houses.

I'd rather post this than read another textbook.

Yoko mourns because her 8 new born babies and her beloved husband left her

all alone in this world of massacre, for good.

John died this morning.

An evil filthy cat ate him.

And her babies can’t stand the idea of being born into this world

of evil surroundings, so they decided to leave.

They sure look happy when I saw their corpses this morning.

And those ants crawling all over look happy too. A girl tried her best to make believe that her dream boy is all she ever needed.

Turns out the reality kick gave her a strong wills that persistency

and time is not enough to determine whether a guy is worth falling in love with.

Or not.

And she’s still twirling with her mind upside-down how to solve all this without hurting someone’s feeling.

Maybe she’s feeling a bit heroic at the moment. Another girl believes that the same guy was the love of her life.

And she still thinks that way.

She believes that in order to make it happen, she has to let go of him.

She said that love = sacrifice.

And she’s dying to meet his dog.

Its name starts with a V.

no, it’s not Vendetta.

It all brings her memories of the good old times she spent with him came back to life.

Even if it’s only in her mind. Which reminds me of my lazy-ass shih-tzu.

He’s peeking inside my bedroom right this very moment.

What do you want?

Another leftover from the dining table?

I gave you three pieces of minced meat a few hours ago,

you greedy fur ball. These are the things you’ll do when you’re looking for other activities,

any other activities,

besides doing your assignment about the basic object of philosophy,

using 3 questions about ontology: Watching the last episode of your fave mind-dumbing cartoon series which

helps a lot if u need to develop your cursing phrases and words. Taking pictures of your left-alone mother hamster in her cage,

trying to capture her most sad angle of all. Myspacing.

And then you’ll realize that “finding new cool people” is considered “bright-ideas”

by tom (the guy from myspace).

Then you’ll think about it.

Then you’ll laugh at yourself for even thinking about it. Digging over your book collections,

trying to find something that you forgot what it’s about already,

and read it again cover to cover. Wondering about the fastest way to make Scooby snacks or sleepy hot chocolate.

Make a few phone calls, and then decided to let it go. Chat with an old fella from who lives abroad about how the new-rave thingie

is taking over the music scene in jakarta,

and planning on a silly movement called "the anti - new rave" Posting a blog about the things you do when you want to avoid your assignments.

Apparently, after you’ve done all those important things,

you’ll realize that the assignments aren’t going anywhere.

Okay okay.

I’m working on it.