-A.D.D-

gabriella rant and rant recordings invites you to be there or be square: www.myspace.com/youandiandadd
 a new night for you and me...

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-meghan-

-free on saturday-


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photographer:john from holborn studios
model:meghan
clothes:gabriella marina gonzalez
thanks:kiff and johnson

-chernobyl-

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- swift descent-

-mother, madonna and i-

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-air india-

the curtains won't stop breathing.
they continue to rise and collapse into themselves on what will later be branded the longest day of my life.this "keeping infinitely busy" trick was easy. sitting alone, with nothing to console a bitter brain but your racing mind for what seems to be forever. it's sure to drive the soul into a fit of rage, spitting fire as he twist his hollow head in dismay, trying to squeeze out the butterflies that can't find the courage to settle. but at that fine gentleman, i must say; along my lonely way engraved like statues in the back of my mind were images of these events just passed. in different forms perhaps, it would seem as if it were the first time we meet, when in fact we walked this path before, long before the earth was round, you and i were simple myths that floated in the hearts and heads of hopeful children. passed down from stories that couldn't be told, our souls meet long ago and waited catatonically to be granted flesh and blood so that our material bodies could hold each other so lovingly that is burns straight to the bone.

-neither here nor there blues-

i only find the time to watch the ocean meet the sky.
when there is no horizon line,
its makes the boats begin to cry.
their journey becomes infinite,
with fear they shall not reach the end.
but my fair sailor don't despair.
this time tomorrow breath new air.
that single leaf that floats and fly's,
is proof that land exist near by.
in time you too shall meet your fate,
then turn and walk the other way.
that's why the journey's never done,
your looking for a hotter sun.
the kind that burn straight past your eyes,
the heat will make you realize,
that all will be well in time.

-disappearing ink-

sat with jacket

-germination-

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hand made quilted cape: gabriella m. gonzalez
photo:george mavrikos

-they wrote themselves vol4.-

-as she quietly drags herself away-


i'm a roamer, don't you know?
could never make this house a home.
across the universe alone.
my soul aches, now hear it moan.

cannot place your face inside my brain.
i love again, but all in vain.
scrub me down with acid rain,
to wash away this painful shame.

i'm a roamer, don't you know?
but not because i will it so.
uprooting every seed i grow.
my good intension never show.


-contortionist-

posing

-they wrote themselves vol3.-

-glass dancing-

can you remember, it was just the other day,
though it feels like it should of been over a hundred years ago.
when glass dancing ponies that shimmered like ice,
scavenged to mix milk with sugar and left over rice.
we built a fortress beneath clean white sheets,
create a bomb shelter that bombs won't defeat.
and it was so nice 
cause you were so nice 
and we were so nice
tiny pieces my hearts sacrifice.
you produced me from a citrus seed,
that a bird dropped at your feet. 
you were mold in a petri dish.
but you grew, as mold tends to do,
into something sweet. 
and it was so nice 
cause you were so nice
and we were so nice
into pieces my hearts sacrifice.

-waiting for rain-

i would wait a life time for that type of clean that never goes away.standing

-soulsucker-

soulsucker- pr. (soul.suck.er): Someone who makes you feel as if they have stolen an important part of you. e.g: "emotional vampire" 
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photo. george mavrikos, www.georgemavrikos.com 
styling, ect. gabriella m.gonzalez

-hawk eye-

can you teach me to view these intertwining's in a perspective other than my nature will allow.
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-in loving memory of rob-

or who he was before the jacket

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-dinosaurs v.s. ballerinas-

the others

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-they wrote themselves vol2.-

-drip on the sill-

run, to the end of the pier,
to meet you, my fate.
shake hands with my discontent,
a truce, lets end this like mature, responsible, adults.
keep me in mind this tuesday,
while doing your daily, whatever you do.
keep me in mind, behind your eyes.
attentive soldier, keep true and wise.
drip dripity drop on the sill, this leak will soon become a lake.
drip dripity drop, drip drip.
i dance on glittering shards,
a sacrifice, to prove to you, how much there is at large.
a sacrifice, to prove to you that i am still in charge.

-look book-

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-dinosaurs v.s. ballerinas-

dawn began to rise out from under the dust.the dust was thick and slowly folded over itself in an attempt to settle to the ground. but the devastation that layed beneath the thick sheet of last breaths and sighs would echo throughout the land forever.the valley and the victory belonged to no one. nor dinosaur, nor ballerina knew what layed before them on the road ahead.the battle served no purpose. the dinosaurs and the ballerinas remained clandestine warriors that must roam the land in search of a single glimpse of home.

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-they wrote themselves vol.1-

-coffin song-

so you went and misbehaved, and you dug up your own grave,
danced around it twice, slipped and fell upon the ice,
now i won't be around, to lend a hand and help you out,
and it true, so true,
oh honey i guess that your screwed,
and it's true, yes its true, so fuck you,
in this verse i'll tell you just what i'll do,
put a nail, in the coffin 
fill the hole, up with dirt,
plant some daisy's by the headstone, less its tulips you prefer, 
i'll step over your head, let your mother know your dead, 
but remind her that jesus saves, then i'll remind her how you misbehaved,
its true, yes its true, well darling i guess that your screwed, 
cause i wont ever let you forget, how good i was to you.

-m.i.a.-

faded like the sun bleached paint



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