Meat is murder. Which makes it even yummier.

surprise bday party on the train

“.. it’s your birthday today!!! How great is that? Your mother celebrating both her coming to this world as well as giving birth to a sweet little boy with one eyebrow!! Everybody was happy smiling and cheering “it’s a boy!” oh, good times! Now u are a beautiful grown up man. Handsome like a tall green blooming tree, Creative like Jepetto, Intelligent like a wikipedia, Brilliant like an old movie star with talents and stuff in LIFE as a living matter! You are full of successes, caring, sweet and sexy! I hope in this next year of yours, YOU create your present however you want it and like it and enjoy it. Out of responsibility and love for yourself and others!..”

:-)))

no, not pooping while performing reiki on the lake, just iPhone-ing the water lilies.

note to self: if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

4:00am insomnia fun times
t’was a very fun and full day and night
still not tired though
raided parents’ fridge
tortellini and mushrooms with cheese
pumpkin pie
vanilla cake
milk
hopefully digestion will wear me out
*fart*
*burp*
pretty please brain, shut the fuck down
don’t make me throw a pill at you
k, thanks

in the kitchen with Ma, going through the recipe book, deciding what kind of cake we will make for our birthday, (both born August 6, what are the chances), while we discuss psychology, the human nature and property values.

On the choo choo train
choo chooing through fields.

I’m hungry.
We passed a forrest that looked like Malakasa, I think I fleetingly caught a glimpse
of that old lady’s little run down tavern we had gone to a couple of times, eons ago.
But I won’t talk about that.

from this month’s VMEN magazine.
an interview on fetishes, they figured I’d give them my two cents on perversity.
..and this is my last interview/shoot ever which refers to/includes a doll. enough already.

great photography by Christos Kondos

The answer was staring at me at the news kiosk.

après gym:
feeding body
feeding mind
soul is hungry
heart is starving

very soon, these big shiny wooden motherfuckers will be the hosts of my princely feet.

Loukia+Thanos
Valse Sentimentale
3 years later

Ceci (n’) est (pas) une isle.

journey home. home is where the heart is.

Maylene’s AMAZING mojitos at Philippi will make the dumb, Italian-tourist-dominated Myconian night more bearable.

dancing to 1968 psychadelic hits under the half moon

went to Philipi farm to see the baby tomatos and the mint. And so many other things. The caretaker gave me figs. I ate them on the spot.

sun down down down down. Down.

He sprayed the ants with bug spray. Said it can’t be helped.