Update

I am planning to use this blog less, and move to http://sovietbrat.blogspot.com/

It feels as if I am moving houses, or using this blog merely as a summer vacation home. I am feeling quite enthusiastic about my new blog 'Soviet Brat' and I am hoping to post much more content, more frequently. I am still in the midst of customizing it, and scanning various things on it. I am trying to make it more like an online zine, so hopefully it works

xx Zsuzs

cHildhood tRash/rash

wHite nOise- (depressed teen with internet access)

  

White noise, silence.
The drumming of fingers along plastic edges,
the public service announcements filled
with nervous breakdowns,
(public service causing families to be torn apart)
the shredded strings of her words,
as she chokes, as she tries
to say "no', to say "yes",
to live both in heaven and underground.


I wasn't making a point, 
I never said a word


White noise, too loud.
The silence filled with too many words,
craving too many answers to be fair.
The sharp tongues raising blunt minds,
The sensitive blood harboring
low frequency denials from
the high pitch screams of her mom.

I am not raising my voice, 
I never said a word

White noise, too low;
too low to reach  (reach, reach, reach)
too low to hold    (hold, hold, hold)
too low to hear    (her, her, her) 
unless we all fall.
White noise. nothing.


I am nothing, 
I never said a word 
I never saved the world

The Sun was never the brightest star; she's just arrogant.

Turn away, turn, turn against the sun
against the velvet voices playing in your sun
turn, turn towards the shadows, that line your lips
line the pale blue retina gazing up.
turn, turn, counter-clockwise to counteract.
turn, turn with gravity stroking your neck.
turn, turn and I'll steal your sun away.

Photos taken in Slovakia, 2011

For a lack of /words/worlds/worsts?

I adore the switching, stitching, mending and moulding of cultures;

how the Japanese and Korean culture, once influenced by the West (especially during the Meiji and the American occupation period in Japan) is now a major influence on every Western middle class white female teens (like myself) blog. It is a never ending circular pattern of pinching a drop of culture and injecting it into the veins of the decade.

*I apologize for the lack of posts and the lack of words to explain it. I am just swapped with the frustrating need to create and a frustrating amount of work from the land of academia

                       

Kawaii Whores- photoshoot #1

Model- Rach

Clothes- Random assortment of sorts

On the weekend we dressed up kawaii, were followed around by a 48 year old lacking social skills in the city, chewed old disintegrating gum, had our disinterested faces on, looked down, looked up and fell for some cheap shots.  

mIcrOscopic

Magic mushrooms staining your tongue to a unicorn vomit rainbow, psychedelic halluncinations, eyes washed out with food dye- all ways to see incredible colour, but the microscope is even more of an overwhelming 70's style colour extravaganza. Out of shear boredom today I stained some salt particles and took some photographs of the psychedelic wonders through my microscope. Who needs acid man when you have sodium chloride? xx Zsuzs