November 17, 2011

DEV|L

I sold my soul to the devil, in exchange for a dollar or two.
Don't know when it's coming but I need it, gotta buy my baby some food
I sold my soul to the devil, and now I think that I'm going to hell
Because I sold my soul to the devil, it's just something that you shouldn't sell
Well, I've got no money, I've got no friends, the devil keeps me tight on his strings
Like a puppet with no living master, only darkness
I pray to the god that exists only in our minds.

I sold my soul to the devil, in exchange for a dollar or two.
I don't know when it's coming but I need it, gotta get my baby some food.
I sold my soul to the devil, and I think that I'm going to hell
I don't know when it's coming but I need it, gotta give my baby some food.

It's been three years, my baby is gone, the devil took his soul to the pits of hell.
They said don't sell your sold to the devil, when you die you'll be going to hell.
And now I wish I would have listened, I wish I would have tried
to find a way to get us by, well I sold my soul to the devil, and now i'm destined for hell.

But now I sold my soul to the devil, and there's nothing that I'm able to do.
Never sell your soul to the devil, it's just something that you should never do.
Coz' when you sell your soul to the devil, you'll be travelling down his line.
oh, when you sell your soul to the devil, you'll have nothing left but a dollar or two
and an eternity of time.


November 16, 2011

I had a dream I saw your face, As we were running from this place.









September 11, 2011

JAMIE LEE

One of our own. The mesmerising designs by one hell of a talented young lady, the amazing Jaime Lee. Bright and quirky, fun and beautiful. She is a true artist. 


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September 10, 2011

A slave to the keyboard

Procrastinate: (usually intr) to put off or defer (an action) until a later time; delay


 Ah, procrastination will be the death of us all.
However useless procrastination may seem, at times it can be quite productive.
Example: Instead of writing an essay on Malaria, I have created this blog, cleaned my kitchen, done the washing and gone food shopping. Regardless of my seemingly productive efforts,  I cannot help but to regret my methods of distraction. As I sit here,  slaving over the keyboard and drinking my fifth energy drink of the day I wonder to myself- How much work could have done in the seven hours that I have so carelessly disposed of. Would my essay be finished already, if it weren't for my professional procrastination?
I cannot help but to feel sorry for myself... but is this another one of my pathetic attempts at avoid writing this essay? Wallowing in my own self-pity and unproductively chain smoking is going to get me no where. Whilst all of my friends are out causing mischief, I sit, waiting. Waiting for my brain to start paraphrasing. Harvard referencing you can kiss my ass.

The birth of Velvet Playground

Welcome to The Velvet Playground.


A blog about fashion, poetry, photography, craft and music.
Here, I will be posting my thoughts, my words and just about anything else that I feel necessary to share with you wonderful people.


Enjoy.