The Life

I miss my friggin Klein!

Try to imagine this for a second: Freedom.

It is a free world. And not just in the sense of the word. But in the sense of reality. There are no problems. You are free. Free of everything. The tasks you take on daily. The people you must deal with. The routes you are required to take. You can just sit. Sit and meditate. Sit and relax. Sit and let thought flow. Flow...flow...flow. Like a peaceful Native American in his canoe. Like a Buddhist monk in his temple of worship pacing the gardens. Like a a butterfly on its first flight. Flowing. Imagine that freedom. Imagine that. Where the word is not just a word. But a reality. Freedom. Embrace it. Breathe it in. Harness it. Execute its essence. Live it. Live freedom. Have freedom. Be freedom.

My jam!!!!

To put it simple: I freaking love this song!

Accuracy.

I just kinda exist in people’s lives.

On June 24 Gavin Elder, notorious for his collaboration with numerous artists such as David Lynch, followed Ludo during an entire day in and around his studio. As a result, comes a video about the preparation of the solo show that is going to take place at The Outsiders London, Steve Lazarides’ gallery.

The chaos theory opening october 9th The Outsiders London Lazarides

ludo: thisisludo.com The Outsiders: theoutsiders.net Gavin Elder: heyluke.com

My drank :)

THRFTD of the Week

Unfortunately we have yet to find a vintage bottle of Moet at the thrift store, so for now these coasters will have to do. Who’s got bubbly?

Moet & Chandon Coasters (set of 6)

THRFTD = $3 

Very calming. I enjoyed sitting and listening to it and allowing my thoughts to flow.

Nobuo Uematsu | Sleepless City Treno | Final Fantasy IX OST

Shaved and fugly (:

I'm some kind of different. I'm some kind of strange species. Without sense I move forward into the darkness. I have lost all factories of that knowledge. I'm senseless. I'm lost. Not even Braille could assist me. I can only drown the confusion. Or inhale it and exhale it. There are very few avenues left. I read. But the words are meaningless. I see. But sight bears no weight or value. I hear. But I'm not processing anything. All that is there is the music. The vibrations. They are the only feeling I have left. That and sexual pleasure. All else is untouchable.