You come to me as a ghastly image, at times an apparition so intense, it melts my COLD HEART into perfect oblivion... 
:::Now I'm another ex girlfriend on your list, but I shoulda thought of that before we kissed.


We never made a pact, no union is present,
but subconsciously you revealed my inner self,
My distinct personality that once vanished
And I thank you, I love you,.,,

liz taylor

In death, as in life, it is her eyes that haunt.

Elizabeth TaylorEverett Collection

After Hollywood's grande dame Elizabeth Taylorpassed away, people paid their online respects, searching out her biography, baby pictures, good works (AIDS foundation), her relationships both familial (children, Richard Burton) and famous (Michael Jackson, Andy Warhol). Yet most unique were those eyes, and people wanted another look into them as they sought out "elizabeth taylor eyes," "elizabeth taylor violet eyes pictures," and "elizabeth taylor's eye close up."

Could someone's eyes truly be purple? If photos or her namesake perfume -- Violet Eyes, which debuted just last spring -- weren't proof enough, eyewitness accounts certainly testify to those riveting orbs. A remembrance by Hollywood Reporter film critic Todd McCarthyrecalled a meeting in the 1970s, when the actress had essentially retired from the big screen. "What should abruptly stop me in my tracks," he wrote, "but a pair of eyes unlike I've ever beheld, before or since; deep violet eyes of a sort withheld from ordinary mortals that were suddenly looking up into mine from mere inches away."

David Stratton, a film critic for the Australian, also swooned in a 1973 encounter following a festival premiere of her movie "Night Watch": "I was ushered into her presence at the official reception and found myself transfixed by her famous violet eyes. I have never seen eyes of that color before or since and I don't believe cinemagoers were able to appreciate how remarkable they were."

Eye of the Beholder

Violet is indeed a rarity, more so than green eyes, although theories as to what makes them purple vary. Color, of course, is determined by how much melanin pigment the eye has and, toget really scientific, those variations in single nucleotide polymorphisms (thankfully shortened to SNPS) near the OCA2 gene, which are responsible for the color of eyes, hair, and skin. Then again, the simplest explanation would be the same one her doctor gave her mother when describing baby Elizabeth's double row of eyelashes: a "mutation," according to the 1996 book Elizabeth.

Those eyes inspired longing, envy, and a few beauty products: Chicago optical company Wesley-Jensen created violet contact lenses in the 1980s. Before their debut, a W-J spokesperson toldThe New York Times, "pictures of Elizabeth Taylor are pasted all over our R&D lab." A California ocularist, one of the few in the world to create artificial eyeballs, fulfilled one patient's request for "Elizabeth Taylor eyes."

If you wondered what the scent of violet eyes might be, that would be "light shades of purple rose and violet peony, combined with velvety accents of white peach" with a "voluptuous blend of cedar wood and amber [to] convey the power, sensuality, and mystery of Elizabeth Taylor's eyes."

manic depressive

I'm awake and unsoiled, I'm just pretending to be DRUNK AND MENTALLY CHALLENGED to be understood! God help me...

BORED -----this way.

If you're only using me to feed your fantasy, 

You're really not in love so LET ME GO I must be free... 

Free to do things I wanna do.

 I will love you whoever you are...

Please stop the world 'coz it 

Keeps turnin', Yes I sing this to You, my Higher Power

Get ready for the ride!

'Coz it's going to be rocky.

SUITORS WON'T SUIT ME

AND 'FLY-BIES' CAN'T CHARM ME

WHO AM I TO BE THE CAPTAIN OF MY OWN SOUL?                    

tonight's apologies

I wanna see, I wanna see your fantasy

Don't let it die, Don't let it die, tears you cry.

You can't just wait for the outcome,

We shall'nt be afraid to fall.

Tonight, we'll break out of this shell,

slowly caressing a new direction

For us to fulfill this eternity,

A stage we must all pass through

I have lots of my lola's (grandmother) dresses in my closet and I can't seem to wear the outside without people questioning if it is old or not. I think this picture from ELLE magazine made me hopeful about my dresses. They say I can sew them down and then jazz em up while adding a modernized flair to it.
this is Alexander Wang's RECREATIONAL DRESS. lovin' it...

prestige meets glamour (academy awards)

Prestige meets GLAMOUR

I cannot ERASE IT.

I blamed the postman for sending letters late,
Your tragic past haunts and makes me coil
So I give you my ears for your satisfaction
And restless imagination for tomorrow.

Please look up to the sky, see me there
While I make your life more miserable
By taking blasts of anger up in your ass
So you can come to your own senses.

Neck over ancle-exhausted from running

March 15, 2011

The darkness fades when we smile,

your refreshing laughter ignites me.

Feeling your meekness soothe

the inner turbulence that's "him."

We march on to a new day, crying

'till we drown in them, breathless

only to find our bodies rising again

up from the ground to ETERNAL BLISS.

A sorta fairytale by Tori Amos.

Wild Animals of the World

Spanish English elefante elephant jirafa giraffe cebra zebra león lion tigre tiger jaguar jaguar leopardo leopard puma puma rinoceronte rhinoceros  hipopótamo hippopotamus  mono, mico, macaco, maza, coto monkey chimpancé chimpanzee galbana, perezoso sloth iguana iguana armadillo armadillo avestruz ostrich canguro kangaroo oso bear hiena hyena foca seal morsa walrus ballena whale orco killer whale tiburón shark antílope antelope gacela gazelle Búfalo de agua water buffalo ñú wildebeest pitón python boa boa constrictor tortuga turtle mongosta mongoose cobra cobra delfín dolphin cerdo salvaje wild hog

fuckinn PERFECT

it's a disease, by the way and it is hell.

It bothers everyone and annoys me

to the point I would kill to get it out

of my system, I feel so desperate.

In this new time of catastrophe,

who would you call to bring gladness?

Master your skills, pay the bills

and strongly identify you with Earth.

Tori Amos

"Butterfly"

come back, baby.

the clouds seem so high, head feels heavy looking up,

this really nice portrait smiled to me and gave love

So I just have to make one, for gratitude's sake

and let lust shine, bring forth GLADNESS,

I spelled SUICIDE backwards, EDICIUS.

My first daughter will be named that way

'cause suicide attempt failed, so it MUST.

Trying to proclaim 'life' on its own terms.

what a joy it is to finally LIVE and experience

a world so beautiful, it gives hope to all

by providing birds that sing, water from spring

and all the essential goodness it has.

the rose, the rose is all dried up, dying.

It shall not be disturbed when it needs REST.

Even my grandmother needs rest now,

not when everybody else is busy with work.

March 08, 2011

Tuesday 

Tori Amos' spot on my blog. :D enjoy

Well, I LOVE THE WAY WE COMMUNICATE, your eyes focus on my funny lip shape. Let's hear WHAT YOU THINK OF ME NOW, but baby don't look up, the sky is falling. ♥


Your mother shows up in a nasty dress. It's your turn now to stand where I stand. Everybody lookin' at you here, take hold of my hand. Yeah I can hear them.


But what if I'm a MERMAID in these jeans of yours with her name still on it. Hey but I don't care 'cause sometimes, I say sometimes I hear my voice... And it's been years...

...Silent all these years.

magic afternoon

this afternoon at SM Clark fountain, a long haired guy with tattoos just came up to me and planted a seed on me. This seed was the seed of a challenging business matter. He played his cards right- and I mean right. He played David Blaine for an afternoon and got me entertained, but wait, here comes the 'peak.' He then went inside my brain to test if he can hook me up and do things, but i caME UP with this ultra sensitive conversation having him admit he is already MARRIEd and we can't have xes. 

It was enjoyable though. My teenage appeal didn't make him realize that i have the brain of a thirty year old. :D

heaven left two minutes ago

A heart to heart talk is simply what is needed
To bring into fruitition a lust for productive comings
And a sensible PRIDE if we must name it
Is a true booster for this incapable flower.

please sir render

so this GATHERING is also a feast

waiting to connect troubled souls

in a cycle forbidden yet sacrificial.

who was at their best? the blessed.

We are all made of squeezed suicide

waiting for release in the coming "time"

So true, it suffocates dearly beloveds 

In this triangular break of "surrender"

stuckings-entries on my notepad.

A pen on my hand and thoughts full of "try hards" and what ifs?" a second guess, a fat desire.
The life lost is a new creature born to make way for another.
The ever *consuming fire is now alive in each and every one of us, ready to stimulate those cold hearts.
With each new day comes a threatening feeling, acute.
The older, the better.
The fresher, the more vulnerable.
Come, all ye faithful.

October 25, 2010

just, unjust.

A dazzling FACE passing through a PHASE

Making a PENNY

The day is spent with sisters Timi and Chaki strolling, shopping for BAGS


 October 25, 2010

"Into a can"

the stalls are too structured,

your wall is a massive block

no, I won't sustain your alibi

'ven if my gown turns into a frock.

seeing you terribly close to misuse

is like freeing myself from phantoms

overlooking your promise is pain

sacrificial as a virgin, sleeps in atoms

could our minds lead to a path

unseen but free from sin?

the luster of your shining smile

I can't throw away into the bin.

is this a call to wear my hard shell?

maybe you can help me out

by deeply going in a diverse state

foolish I am without a doubt.

acting this feeling out won't be

as possible as staying fresh

sudden bursts of blownup humor

cuts down the bleeding flesh.

March 01, 2011

facebook.com, myspace.com

drugged Queen

noellefides@yahoo.com The only difference between us is our pace. You rush through your own road while i'm in a constant steady procrastination Sir you are a perfect tragedy I am but a carefree worrier You rely on good traits, make a life outta them and i see all the defects, even indulge on them no matter how feasible this is, questions always ring and from time to time, only broken pieces'll bring fruit on our table and delight, yes it is a fable.   Feb. 28, 2011

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