Something Different

This is in relation to something I posted on Soulpancake earlier today. The challenge was to make a collage and explain how it told your story. My massively inarticulate explanation is as follows:

"I have a collage on my wall. It's mostly made up of magazine clippings. Some people might say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but here, the words are what matter. Most of my pictures hold the deep sentiments of "I worship Neil Patrick Harris" or "Doc Martens are sweet". When I put words up on my wall, they speak legions to me. I'll put up some pics later."

Speak legions? Is that even a term? Well, regardless, later is now. And here are the pictures!

This is the longest shot I could take of the collage overall.

I want to start with this one, because until today I had no idea that it was here. After staring at it for a little bit, I started to remember vague (yet weirdly specific) details: the pen I used, the state of blind anger in which it was written. I don't remember exactly when I wrote it or what he or she thought. But I remember that scary feeling. It's a feeling I get a lot.

Self-explanatory.

"Who will be your accomplice tonight?"above a picture of Emma and I circa 1998, looking appropriately gangsta.

Urban Legend: unfinished piece that I decided to stick up there for the hell of it. Also, Florence from Florence+The Machine. She is kind of the coolest.

Death By Audio: Because, as an avid appreciator of music, that seems kind of like the way to go.
Minute: Because I love that one of the standard measurements of time is also the word for "incredibly tiny".
"People are always giving me weed.": True statement. No, not really. It was from a story about Devandra Banhart.
Purple: Because that's the best color ever. I never said I was deep.

Battle Brooklyn Hipsters: In the event of a move that may or may not happen, I wish to make this my mantra.
You are never so sexy as when you make me think: So mething true.
I am something that you'll never understand: Something I wish was true.

I'm Yours: Something that is no longer true.
There's Nothing To Frak Out About: Because I'm a dork.
Let's go crazy!: Because that way, I can at least make it seem like a choice.
Follow No One: Something I'm no good at remembering.

(...and, yes, that is a tiny picture of Tim Gunn. I love him.)

Life is...
An Action Film
a Deep cut
Never Avoiding Cake!
a party for the odd & invincible
awaiting sweet relief
Russian Vodka
dressing up for nobody
missed connections
made of words
summer
LOVEDAMAGEFURY

omgwut. Because I'm a goof sometimes.

You Make Me Feel. Shouted out of a cabbage megaphone.
(People Get Lost In There), because they do.

Destroy Something Beautiful: Because people do it anyway.
The thing below it is a piece I did with a photo of Axl Rose. I don't know what it means, but I like how it looks. Especially his stretched-out hand.

All I Got.

And we end this foray into my brain and onto my walls with a testament to my dorkness.