pushkin pants

Your pants are cool.
Wish I had the courage to wear them as you do.
Looks like you don't give one single shit at all.
Bloody good for you.

LOST

Look at all your infinite colours!

I want to put my power


into a poem to burn a hole

in your pocket

so I can sew it

Manna from Brooklyn

Possibly my new favourite blog, Manna From Brooklyn proves that life can be captured in its smallest quirks, from the word 'ejaculate' in literature, to lentil-walnut burgers and visits to MOMA.

There is manna all around us, not just in Brooklyn.

courtesy: manna from brooklyn

Pleasure Principles

"Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it." Søren Kierkegaard in Either/Or:

If You are a Humanist, then I

am, and ought to be, a Hedonist.

If You attempt with lust to find meaning in your existence,

then I will argue that this existence had better be good.

You, Human,  nature's bastard.

I equate my desires to silence.

If You stand for Justice, Freedom and Personal Gain

Then I, for pleasure over Pain.

Dis Nie!

                                                        DIS NIE!


This enthusiastic cast of characters made the fantastical edition of SAX Appeal 2011 possible - and, well, threw in a bit of the good stuff, too. Soon enough, we were picking out the sluttiest Disney princess costumes we could find, smearing our lips with rouge, watering the roses with Vodka and yelling the Our Father prayer at a gathering of complacent miniature garden gnomes, all in the precious name of SAX.

A fiercely feminist Snow White is done with miniature men and domestic slavery.



A hoebag of a Cinderella gets her kicks on the kitchen floor.







our very own Che




slut fight.





'Everything the light touches is your kingdom.'



Charming, bookish Belle slaughtered her Beast and now wears him as a bolero.













Our Editor in the Looking Glass.



Jasmine spent her days on the Humanities lawn and puffed the magic carpet.

Sleeping Beauty



yes, I was the Queen of Hearts, and I had their heads clean off!



supermanunderwater













the fresh fruits of our loins



Photographs: Michael Currin and Gemma Cowan.

It's already February.

                                           It's already February.

February is cold bath water.

February is an uncomfortable shoe.

February is the last in line

To a long and never-ending queue.

February month is my bread and butter.

It washes away like rains in gutters.

February is my hit and miss.

And when I'm sad I like to rhyme my words like this.

Read and bear Fruit

By the end of 2011 I'd like my reading habits to have progressed to this level.

Stark raving

Today, and since Monday, I have reached a threshold. Questions continue to run their courses through my mind. In fact, when all you can do is ask perpetual questions which haved no definite answers you become pretty indecisive.

Decisions were never a talent of mine.

I'd much rather bury myself in my sheets and wait for it to pass.

OH please!

first, this movie changed my life.
second, Jesse Bradford's lobsided smile always gets me.
third, this quick frame sums up beautifully a precious brother-sister moment in cinematic history post-Riff Riff and Magenta of the Rocky Horror.

my heart is warmed.