the last tea

I think this song is about many things. I think it's about love and death and the eternal, intangible profusion of love that holds hands with death. I've been spending a lot of time with my Zohar. I've never been a religious person, or really someone who believes in anything past the day and the moment that I'm in. But I've felt a weight that needed to be lifted. It says that when people die, we should celebrate for they shall know the pleasures of youth once more. Now. I've always speculated that this is bullshit. There seems no intelligible reason to be happy that a soul that you've held so dearly has passed. Alas, if you think about it (putting your feelings aside), you will find that death exists to teach us about life. And there is beauty in that. This song is about letting go in order to love again. I'm horribly familiar with that concept.

There are many things that I love about her. M. It's not just her face that makes total sense to me. (The strong strokes of Romani and Italian descent or the quirky diastema of her mouth.) She's a force. I've never watched people cripple in another's presence the way that people seem to fall over themselves around her. I don't feel that she is wounded. She is proud of the life that she has chosen and the actions that she has taken. This is the person that I dare to walk like.

THE LIGHT.

Born Tieranie Lanai O’Shay on May 23, 1992. The littlest O’Shay. Gemini / Leo ascendent. What a pill. Native of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Often East Hampton / Catalina transplant. Los Angeles bound. A cluster fuck of German, Eastern European, and Irish descent. Studies Judaism, and Jewish mysticism in her personal life. Speaks English, German, and French fluently. Knows mostly unpleasant Russian words. (Or knows the most important one: Vodka.) Fashion is a humdinger of masculine and feminine; it’s Pasadena meets Golden Lame Elvis. Kind of a hat whore. Has a thing for anyone who can destroy things with a single look. Was originally an art major turned director after learning how to use stop motion. One of those freakishly creative types who talks with her hands. Would like to rule the world, but takes too many naps. Will never, ever be obese due to her restless leg syndrome that causes her to run in her sleep. The equivalent to epileptic heroine, Carmen Sternwood, except for the fact that she hasn’t killed anyone and is brunette. Completely deaf in one ear but has yet to be dissuaded from occasionally speaking with a piqued Cockney accent. Extremely clever and absurdly judgmental to the point of being insufferable. Takes comfort in being friends with mainly eccentric, jovial, know-it-alls. Makes a lot of lists. Eats a lot of cake. Drinks a lot of coke.