I am Valeria
I am a plague
I go through rapid cycling of materialism and anti-materialism
It changes month by month
I am type o negative
I give to all
But only those like me can give to me.
It is a sad but beautiful truth.
In my make-up bag
A pregnancy test.
A beer opener.
I need a breathalyzer to erase my anxiety;
Driving on highways at night
The barely lit streets.
I swerve when I am sober.
I hardly notice the snow anymore.
Let’s make out and listen to Slow Dive
In your foggy looking dim-lit bedroomWhile the spring creeps nearer.
- Current Location:Leinenkugel
- Current Mood:vibrant
- Current Music:The Dears - 22: The death of all romance
About the internship
As a Nerve photo intern, you will help with all aspects of editorial production for the online magazine: researching new talent, calling in books, editing and formatting images, organizing the archives and photo library, brainstorming future story ideas, and organizing shoots. The position is hands-on, and is a good entry to the photo editorial world.
Who we're looking for
College students and recent graduates who can work two full days a week in our Manhattan office. Applicants should be psyched about Nerve.com, and the subject matter we cover: sex, relationships and culture. Our original, edgy coverage of photography, film, books, TV and music receives half a million unique readers per month.
You are interested in photo editing, and are plugged into the photo scene. Ideally, you're a photographer yourself. You're well rounded — you can appreciate Vice and Suicide Girls, but you also hit the gallery scene.
This is an unpaid internship.
How to apply
Email "photo[at]nerve.com" with the following documents:
- A cover letter describing yourself and what you would bring to Nerve’s photo department, and how a Nerve internship relates to your future goals. Please also include a link to your own photographic work, a list of your favorite photographers and name your favorite publications, photo and otherwise.
- A resume
Please send attachments in Word or Rich Text format.
Nerve is now accepting applications for Winter 2009; the sooner, the better.
BUT I'm not in Manhatten!!!
Should I do this? I want to someday. The sooner the better!
my family is so diverse and strange and complicated. even if they are only temporary family. ughf. i feel nauseus. I am taking health supplements, but are they working? i am taking digestive enzymes to help with my bloating. I am going to yoga and pilates. goodbye.
a thought for today.
i have been dragged through the mud of youth
the desolation of survival
the desperation of fleeting youth
let us bathe in rivers of chaos
until our skins fall off
we will be more beautiful.
I have dissociated and decayed away
Where have I been?
I have discarded my filthy skin.
Running on low empty
Lost most of everything
What I have read I forgot.
Months ago I could still feel
Covering up my eyes
With film reels.
I can’t even do that.
Let my roots dangle down
To open sores
No more stereotypes
I will implore no further.
When I sit down to the.
Neon lights burn my arteries
it shuts down.
A savage creation
Words are useless
I have found traps in my own mind
To bind me in my troubles
I have opened my mouth for the last time.
I cant eat
There are no more ways out
I will say the same thing over and over in 5,000 variations
Because it is all I can say
Until I get better.
When I am a robot
I am fed prescription
I am tired of this
I am too tired to realize I let my life slip away
I awaken frail and puffy
I am dark clouds; I get dizzy upon standing
I have been gone so long
I am weeping for the lost words
I am weeping at lost repetition
It means nothing
Because my thoughts are one track
They do not wander
They stay in place
An empty placeNo joy no wonder.
- Current Mood: numb
- Current Music:eyes lit
in the dirt of the day
and in the dust of the day.
- Current Mood: touched
today I learned about:
I am trying to make a big decision.
today I am scared of failure.
oh my goodness, I am in love, with science.
- Current Location:soggy pizza
- Current Mood: mellow
- Current Music:green tea
I am in Ohio. Home. Old home. my sweet, loving, quiet, introspective, intelligent family. NOT my New Home, intense, extrovert, loud, emotional, temper problems.
Where is MY radical transformation?
Why is it that artists all have to suffer to be meaningful? Why do they have to encounter death and hardship to be influenced, and then kill themesleves to become famous?
We are sensitive people.
I came to my old home expecting to find my old old self, or soemthing buried in the past. I found nothing. I looked everywhere and I found a void. What am I looking for??