Vanessa Matic

Do people remember the documentaries that Penelope Spheeris made? I remember The Decline of Western Civilization III about punk rock culture. Where the line between homelessness and punk rock is blurred, the aesthetic of the movie is the loneliness and survival it shows the unforgiving side of society.

When people are sleeping around do they ever think of friendships and if there’s any at all? And why are you sleeping with someone who wouldn’t care if you’re dead or alive? Like imagine times you’re alone and really have no one, and you get sad and you think bout the people you’ve met, people you’ve kissed, people you’ve slept with and than how many of those lovers or sorta friends can one really depend on?

Everything passes you kill time like you kill mosquitoes/ You lick your button red lips, when you’re young the whole world is turned on/ There’s a sweat of silver, impossible…

Fear is too simple isn’t it, but validation is illusive.

And I was sadder than this dead paradise, the pink ice stars we walk on; holding hands and plastic high heels that flicker like my nail polish; the fire in your eyes that surrounds us.

After all the mud covered me. I am only half-human. The rest is dirt. And I’m a bastard that forgot to love you like all the yesterday’s where never owned by our lips hugging like flowers in a whirlpool. You were my whore, naked, and beautiful. I dreamed you into starlight, it covered me at night. Yet I was still restless. As we consider love like an art form, as is life; And it takes patience.

Strange days filled with inter-realities based on dreams fed by distant memories. I’ve been searching for you, but photos are all I can find.. I’ve been touching you, but now…

Faded The heart can take a lot of sadness. There is beauty in the tar of hell; in the streets of homelessness of Los Angeles to the concrete heat of…

Teen-Rage Ok so when I leave I’m gonna need a neon cowboy hat, a switchblade, 2 scorpios in a jar, a nice salt shaker, and a kimono. A basketball, a…

A FLOWER IN THE MINDS EYE The flower in your mind, a disguise in the sky. A whole flame ate by your appetite. Where your restlessness is emptied onto the…