oh, you pretty things

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 08:35:06 GMT

i miss my hat

lolita

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 09:28:04 GMT

i miss being that sweet little punk with red lipstick and combat boots. the one inside her mind, all the time..
it's strange where i'm at.
if not for one tiny decision, i would be in a mental hospital this very second.
i would be fed pills and more pills and more pills by nice doctors in nice coats.
i would be isolated, manipulated..
now i go from these threats to life. i go from a single miserable moment to an all-encompassing renaissance of an existence i've never known.
this week alone i've experienced so many monumental, altering events that i don't know where to start when someone asks.
i never thought i'd be this girl.
i'm so glad to be out in the world, but terrified of what comes next.
i don't want to write here anymore.

"that's because they're strange children"

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 09:38:12 GMT

i love things, the way they are now.

your cigarette traces a ladder

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 04:02:44 GMT

books-
lolita, the handmaid's tale, dr. sax, the collector, the doctor is sick, we, nineteen eighty four, deadeye dick.

films-
candy, broadway danny rose, freaks, wir kinder vom banhof zoo, fear and loathing, suspiria, nico icon, m, the elephant man, inland empire, vivre sa vie, daisies (sedmikrasky), alphaville, marie antoinette, poor little rich girl

i think i am going to start working at an indie film theatre, at least for a little while. my friends dia and dicko work there, and tell me it's quite a lot of fun. i would earn a bit more than average, and get four free movie tickets for every day i work. it sounds pretty perfect. plus, it would be nice to buy a rebel with my own money, or at least go out for coffee without paying in dimes..

i'm going to cut my hair like this:

also: berets do not look good on me. they make the top of my head look like it was lopped off by the undead, in search of delicious flesh.

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 05:34:04 GMT

ACHTUNG!

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 01:41:53 GMT

your friend, and humble narrator, is now in the top five participants for indie 103.1's coup d'etat.
i get to take over an entire bloody radio station!! but only with your help.

Madam Truffle - Major Organ and the Adding Machine
Mr. Soft - Cockney Rebel
Combat Baby - Metric
Grass - Animal Collective
The Passenger - Iggy Pop
Amateur Hour - Sparks
Holland, 1945 - Neutral Milk Hotel
White Rabbit (cover) - The Damned
Coin-Operated Boy - Dresden Dolls
Rough Gem - Islands
Vegetable Man - Pink Floyd
Twin Killers - Deerhoof

that is my playlist. and if you vote for me, chandler riley hecht, right here, you will hear each and every song on september 30th. in addition, i get to dj, conquer independent radio for a day, and expose the city to my excellence. so, please and thank you!!!

<3

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 19:36:31 GMT

this is the most beautiful feeling in the world.

pictures are large, pictures are small, but pictures inspire us most of all.

your heart is a muscle, the size of your fist.

today

Thu, 29 May 2008 06:35:33 GMT

i ate strawberries
watched a norwegian film
wore lace tights too long for my legs
watched annie hall
cried, a lot

i never have good birthdays

Tue, 27 May 2008 05:34:52 GMT

"the individual transcends to worlds beyond karma and reutrns to god, merging into transcendental bliss."

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 06:54:04 GMT

dear buddha. i thank you greatly for allowing me to evolve as a human being, to transform my personality and adapt to my surroundings. i am in constant appreciation for the abilities i have, the creative and intellectual potential my mind has, and the discoveries i seem to make every second. this beautiful world, the one i used to be so inclined to mistrust, has taken shape. i no longer pessimistically see that which is headed for disaster, but rather the spaces in-between. those i can fill in. all i want in this world is to be able to maintain and build on the incredible energy of my soul, transmit it to other human beings and transform lives, spiritually and mentally. my greatest desire is to create something so beautiful, love it so passionately, and allow someone else to share in that beauty and appreciate it intensely. i would love to live in venice beach, a small apartment overlooking ocean tide. someplace where i can be connected to sea and concrete intermittently. i lust after knowledge and beautiful instances of life. i long to appreciate all the melodious sounds around me, the poignant intellectual progress that has been made and hidden away in otherwise ordinary instances. i want to be the most amazing human being i can possibly be, and i hope for that to translate to other people. get back into the rhythm of writing, drawing, collaging, never allowing my mind to be anything other than active and rapid. i am a human being, and i am alive, and i want to take full advantage of that.

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 04:40:41 GMT

i love persimmons, i am moving to chicago, i am chopping all my hair off, i am listening to xiu xiu, i will fill my entire moleskine tonight, i am going to write a million pages, i'm buying a hundred sixties dresses, i am going to take a million pictures next year, i am buying a record player, i love genesis, i love jeff mangum, i love elliott smith. i love art and i want to go to the beach in the snow i've never seen. i'm incomprehensible but that's alright. everything's alright

mad girl's love song

Sat, 27 Oct 2007 17:38:41 GMT

i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
i lift my lids and all is born again.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)

the stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
and arbitrary blackness gallops in:
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

i dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)

god topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
exit seraphim and satan's men:
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

i fancied you'd return the way you said,
but i grow old and i forget your name.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)

i should have loved a thunderbird instead;
at least when spring comes they roar back again.
i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(i think i made you up inside my head.)

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 17:39:09 GMT

i feel pretty human again. myself, even. whoever i am.

roger invited us into the cave and we drove there to discuss intelligence, contribution to the art world, found photography, and his technophobia. we ate guacamole. i impressed him. the coral in the fish tank fluttered like waving hands or birdwing feathers soaring, so we waved back. i took photos of him. i felt guilty; i should have used film.

my photography teacher shows us slides of all the people who died for their art. as a result of mercury or ether poisoning from daguerreotypes. i draw lots of little circles but it helps me really listen. elegant women on elephant trunks, photograms.

i think i will like it here. i think i can survive.

Wed, 22 Aug 2007 22:06:34 GMT

i have been paper-journalling a lot. today i drank coffee and read the bell jar and ate an apple and watched the royal tenenbaums. i looked at ruby mag and collaged a bit and drew a racist stereotype. my nails are blue. bones stick out again.

desidero rompere il vostro giugulare! desidero strombare le vostre vene del varicose!

the unicorns are amazing. i am like very in love with the world again. want to watch sigur ros videos. i'm almost at my most fabulous point. there is something really lovely going on right now. i just can't explain it. i am on such a high..

i love eli and jagged movements and i feel like myself finally. i feel like i know exactly who i am and who i ought to be. there is something so graceful about that discovery.. i keep thinking about princess diana and ink. i keep coming up with ideas for saving the world. i don't feel as crazy as i did and i don't feel as dependant on my insanity. that's a bloody amazing feeling.

recovery can be summed up in one sentence: why do i still waste ink on you?

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 20:23:50 GMT

and we’ve got bombs,
truth and beauty bombs.

and we run our fingers through our hair
to look up at the sky

and i count clouds and you count birds,
little birds and we eat blackberries in the snow.

reverberating theremin, oh honey bee buzz upon me. sticky ginger strands.

her own delusion. her own mistake. rub the flesh on your teeth til there’s nothing but skin.

his lips are like her lips. she reaches up to touch his cheekbone, her bracelet calling pavlov’s dog. his plastic and her soft fingertips, an inprint of such a distinguishing mark in a place they’d never look.

the most ideal state of mind can be acchieved, but it’s always better or worse than you’d expect. dissapointment more often than elation in her case. vice versa in his. maybe that’s why they fit so well together besides their puzzle piece body parts, but who knows? he doesn’t love her, but he keeps her company. so maybe everything’s alright.

Sun, 13 May 2007 02:36:42 GMT

draw an invisible line from you to the sky. that is your connection to the universe.

we are hungry

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 02:38:01 GMT

i'll tell you where to look.

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 05:26:32 GMT

five good things

1 - coffee
2 - 'kicking the heart out'
3 - steel-toed boots
4 - leopard everything
5 - ian dury pins

sienna miller is a fuckwit. the sun does not like any of us. alice isn't really english. i like circus freaks. i don't like geometry. lemonade isn't that refreshing. i am having no fun.

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 20:38:58 GMT

five good things:
1 - coffee in mass quantities
2 - edie sedgwick
3 - 'sex + drugs + rock + roll'
4 - spaghetti squash
5 - falling strawberries and bananas (after hours)

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 21:55:37 GMT

five good things:
1 - cat's cradle
2 - film strips
3 - yaz
4 - toffee coffee
5 - l.a. weekly

if you close the door the night could last forever

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 16:43:07 GMT

a. hello!
b. i have an ulcer.
c. i probably caused it myself.
d. oh well.

e. how are you?

Sun, 28 Jan 2007 01:56:52 GMT

This is what I see when I look out my window.

I love my room.

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 21:39:53 GMT

wow.
i am going to school.

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 07:26:10 GMT

i want to make the world completely timeless.
i want there to be no trace of who we are
and when we are from.

most electricity,
culture,
trademarks,
logos,
will soon become obsolete.

looking at a current photograph will let us question the date it was taken
but only for a second
for we will not worry about such things.

letters will be hand-written
and sent in the mail,
telephones will exist
in homes.
not pockets.
legs move on
bicycle pedals
so arms don't have to
switch gears.

everyone would find the beauty in
flowers and
fingernails and
canaries and.
human
emotion!

and people
will be more important
than things.

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 08:03:34 GMT

I can write again and it feels fucking fantastic!

Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground inspire me beyond anything. Anything from the Royal Tenenbaums soundtrack, really. What about you? What music do you listen to when you feel particularly creative?

You should listen to Sunday Morning and imagine fruit falling.. strawberries and bananas.. I've said that already, haven't I?

Well yes.