" Men like sex, no one calls them whores "


“Bất cứ người nào bạn gặp cũng đúng là người mà bạn cần gặp”





"Một người tìm đến một vị hòa thượng để được giải thoát. Anh ta nói: "Con không bỏ xuống được một số việc, cũng không bỏ xuống được một số người". Vị hòa thượng nói: "Không có gì là không bỏ xuống được, mà do mình cố tình không bỏ xuống". Hòa thượng đưa cho anh ta một chén trà, sau đó đổ nước nóng vào chén trà ấy, đổ đến khi nước chảy tràn cả ra ngoài. Người kia bị bỏng, lập tức buông tay ra...Vị hòa thượng nói: "Trên thế giới này không có chuyện gì là không thể bỏ xuống. Đau tự nhiên sẽ buông." 



Ta cứ buồn
và đời cứ đẹp dửng dưng

(Trịnh Công Sơn - Paris, 31 -5 -1989)



M E M O R I E S 

one of my wishes is to finish 'payinng' what I 'own' you
the sooner the lesser the stones
beg you 
please don't dig the memories

one of the things I recently notice is, it is so sad ..when you are lying with someone, watching their back turning to your side... the back, the back...




Work #470

If you're lonely...

Work... this is work. This is hard work. Talking about work is work.
Thinking is work. Words are work. Words are things, shapes. It's hard
to compose them, to put them in any kind of order. Words don't add up.
Numbers add up! Things are everywhere. Everything is something,
everything has something, but not everyone has someone. It's hard to
distinguish between things, to separate things. I'm in a soup of
thoughts, feelings and things, and words. Actually, it's more like a
purée... or thick and stiff, like a paté. I'm in a paté and it's hard
to move. It needs a lot of work to get out of it — or to separate it
and find something in it. Thoughts, thoughts, sometimes I want to stop
them, but it's hard to stop them. It's work. Dealing with thoughts,
that's work.
Thoughts, thoughts, don't come! Stop! Please! When you're going to
sleep and you can't stop thinking, thoughts queueing up, that's when
you need drugs — or a notebook.
I want something to ease the pain. I want to get out of my head.

Smoking used to help. For a long time smoking made my life bearable. I
gave up smoking because I couldn't do it enough. I couldn't smoke
enough. It was never enough. I wanted to smoke all the time, to breathe
in all the time, but I couldn't, not in the shower, not when I was
talking, not when I was eating. I wanted something I could do all the
time. Not smoking, that was something I could do all the time.
I am an addict in search of drugs.

Maybe working is trying, and work — the result of work — is everything
that one tries to do. Trying... looking for excitement, or trying to
handle it and use it to get out of the paté. Trying to do things;
talking. Or maybe testing is a good way of putting it: testing things
out. Testing things out by putting things about, and all the time
trying, hoping to be excited, wanting. Wanting is what makes me work:
excitement, desire for something.

Sometimes people say: 'What the fuck do you think you're doing? That's
not art.'
I say: 'Fuck off, assholes!'

Assholes... they are something to get excited about, something to work
Work is a fight against loneliness, against low self esteem, against
depression, and against staying in bed. Sometimes my self esteem is so
low that I cannot reach it even when I'm feeling down.
I want to be on my own, but I don't want to be alone.

Work is everything, I think. Everything is work. Everything that
involves energy, mental or physical. So... everything, apart from being
dead. Living...

I don't know how anyone can do it.
How can anyone get through it?
I can see why people hide.
I can see why people commit suicide.

If you're lonely,
If you're sad,
If you're lovely,
If you're mad,
Then this is for you.
© Martin Creed 2005

"Những kỷ niệm xưa nửa hư nửa thật
Những kỷ niệm xưa nửa còn nửa mất.

Con đường không đi hết vẫn là con đường
Chuyến tàu chưa đi hết, ga nào chẳng là ga cuối
Bản tình ca không hát hết,
tình tang."


raspberry gelato ice-cream

Margiela Tabi boots


how deep is deep ?
I really can''t go deeper than that ..


Breathing in Breathing out - Marina Abramovic



Tanzt, tanzt...
sonst sind wir verloren.


experiment no. 2

experiment no. 9


trust your work
trust your work
trust your work
trust your work
trust your work

trust the sun
trust the sun
trust the sun
trust the sun




                        thèm ăn sắn quá   



"Tree in the Moonlight" light by Michael Anastassiades


beef burger is nothing without cheese you know....


Dust is particulate matter, the dispersed, disordered raw material from which everything ordered and coherent arises, and it is to dust that the complex decays.


Everything that we understand as consistent, the living creature, the machine, the tree, are dust in its coherent phase, part of its continuous evolutionary cycle from order to disorder, from growth to decay repeated in seemingly endless variations.


Life is powered by a sun that has lived millions of times longer than the humans and the cycles we see are tiny ripples in a system that takes billions of years to run down. These cycles are open ended. Every time a thing is born and later dies and decays, the world does not return to where it was before the cycle. The dust to which decay returns is greater than the dust that had created it. The cycles of life and death increase entropy; with each revolution the net disorder increases in the universe. The disordered phase in the nature of dust grows at the expense of its ordered one.

Even the lives of stars seem cyclic. Our sun contains the debris of older generations of stars, and this cosmic recycling may last forever. But even the life of a star is only a moment in the total life of our universe, and the birth and death of generations of stars increase disorder just as life does, and there will eventually be a final generation of stars after which there will be no more.

(Extracts from 'Book of Dust' by Agnes Denes - cited in Nothing, edited by Graham Gussin & Ele Carpenter)




flowery masculinity


In "Girls & Boys", Damon Albarn of Blur sang :

" girls who are boys
  who like boys to be girls
  who do boys like they're girls
  who do girls like they're boys "




sofas evoke dark thinking.
i mean dark

by Araki Nobuyoshi

"the more you know, the more you feel you knew little"

just translated that from a random article online... hmm, 'cabbage' youngster magazine but i like the thought. it is true.

i'm not anxious like i was 2 years ago, when i get to encounter things i don't conceive yet - but still, the feeling is like, when i know something i lack of, the more the more i know i want i need to enlarge my bag of savvy.

Juergen Teller.

- by the sexy Juergen Teller.
i'm always intrigued in things that have a soft touch of humour.


undressing ( you,me )
and smell ( ... ) odour
caressing our moles




Tôi đưa em về
Chân em bước nhẹ
Trời buồn gió cao


When your questioning goes deeper and deeper you will get no answer until finally you will reach a cul-de-sac, your thinking totally checked. You won't find anything within that can be called "I" or "Mind". But who is it that understands all this? Continue to probe more deeply yet and the mind that perceives there is nothing will vanish; you will no longer be aware of questioning but only of emptiness. When awareness of even emptiness disappears, you will realize that there is no Buddha outside Mind and no Mind outside Buddha. Now for the first time you will discover that when you do not hear with your ears you are truly hearing and when you do not see with your eyes you are really seeing Buddhas of the past, present and future. But don't cling to any of this, just experience it for yourself.

(Thomas Merton quoted Bassui)

" ...
guiding the eyes downwards
to their intersection
the point of pleasure.

I like hands, ankles, this and collarbone...


I want to study writing!!!!!!!
ggg damn ittt

The Great Wall of Vagina - jamie mccartney