CASIE STEWART

THIS IS MY LIFE • BLOG EST. 2005

write on. this is a run on.

today i am feeling a bit of a cold and possibly by the news reports with all the tragedy and gun fights that happened last night some others are feeling cold too i’m staying in all day and i’m wearing a pirate shirt and i put the zombie tattoo on again last night because i love it i’ve got pen and paper and links in my fingers to share and i’m going to write about things that i like because that is what like to do and it makes me happy when i do it and i’m glad to know that other people like reading it because there is nothing more fun than making art and sharing it with people you like andy warhol told me once that being good in business is the best kind of art and i totally agree with that its the best and most free that you can be just creating things and putting it out there

my friend has a beautiful voice

i’m going to see her
thursday october 30
8:30 back room cameron house

if you go to her site you can hear her sing
i am listening to her as i write this
her voice enters my ears as a sound
fills my head as a song
moves through me like music
and comes to you
from the very tip of my fingersthe internet is fun. sharing is fun.
connecting to each other is also very fun.
if you are around of looking for something
come thursday and we will enjoy it together

…maybe i’ll have my zombie on since it’s devils night too ♥

Its Friday and the only thought on my mind right now is this…

I drew it for you to see my thoughts.

Sexy Fucking Shit Vic.

Miss Posh scored the Bridal cover of Indian Vogue this month. She’s so fucking hot man. The hairpiece is nice in the photo. I think she could have had some more jewels, makeup & cultural accessories. She is a bride after all. I wonder if she had any henna on her hands? That’s my favorite! My friend from work got engaged and she had the most beautiful ring ceremony in Indian with all the accessories.
This a lovely photo of her:

Gotcha.

Something spooky was happening last night…Big spiders triumphant in the night crawling, creeping across the corridor on the crackling floor . I grasped my gadget and gladly grabbed the little bugger as he danced along my arm trying to get higher. I would not let him. I refused to have him in my head. I refused to let anyone knock me dead. His little legs dangled and danced as I tossed him into the night sky. What flight may take him soaring high? It is the wind. It is the moon. Little spider, I will see you soon.

I love tattoos. Especially stick on ones.