Hosted By:
Roxy/Addambomb

When:
Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Where:
The Elevens
140 Pleasant Street
Northampton, MA
01060

Description:
Inviting Smart, sexy, creative, open minded and cool people from all walks of life, schools of philosophy, and artistic idioms! Avant garde, progressive, fashion forward artists and designers Come out & Play With Me! XOXOX

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Hosted By:
Roxy/Addambomb

When:
Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Where:
The Elevens
140 Pleasant Street
Northampton, MA
01060

Description:
Inviting Smart, sexy, creative, open minded and cool people from all walks of life, schools of philosophy, and artistic idioms! Avant garde, progressive, fashion forward artists and designers Come out & Play With Me! XOXOX

Click Here To View Event

To all the lovely models who have contacted me over the past few months, we finally have a talented,professional, photographer on our staff again

He can be found on myspace here: www.myspace.com/theilluminatedpixel  
add him and please contact him with all modeling inquiries.
We would love to have you!

I apologize if you have contacted me and I have not yet contacted you back, I have been trying to fit into too many shoes the past couple of months.

Please when inquiring about modeling for www.roxystyles.com please include either a link to a model mayhem or similar site or be able to provide at least one head shot and one full body shot.

Thank You!
*lotsa kisses*
-Roxy

I have been to the shadowland
I heard the empty call
The hatred anorexia
Misery and alcohol
By their hearths I warmed myself
To escape from the winter years
until I saw in the window myself
crying fire coloured tears

Love the only alchemy
Love the killer of despair
Love the patient samurai
Love the Armour angels wear
Love

They turned away the prophet
Because she was young and full of longing
Instead they turned to the magistrate
Who was busy yawning

And they tried the sell me holy books
And I can see their eyes are wild
I caught them pouring shame and fear
Into the perfect vessel of a child

But, love is the only alchemy
Love the killer of despair
Love the true nobility
Love the Armour angels wear
Love

Love will make your eyes clear
The order of the universe
The only reason we are here

Here comes again
Blood in the vein
Seven a.m., the cars come
Gotta fly, gotta say goodbye
Leave them before they leave me

Turning the sheets
Rolling in his sleep
He wants me to go faster
I know that she's somewhere underneath
But I don't know how to find her

Me, I'm a thief
I'm a falling star
I'm a photograph taken
From where you are

I love you still, always will
Here's hoping you'll be waiting, but I
Gotta fly, gotta say good bye
Gotta find out what's aching

Me, I'm a thief
I'm a falling star
I'm a photograph taken
From where you are

So, shed your tears
That's what they're for
I don't expect you to understand this
War

I go quietly
("And, oh, they beg me to steal")
No, you don't get me
("There's nothing, nothing to feel")
No, you don't get me
("And, oh, they beg me to steal")

Oh, me, I'm a thief
I'm a falling star
I'm a photograph taken
From where you are

Shed your tears
That's what they're for
I don't expect you to understand this
War

Me, I'm a thief
("Here comes again, blood in the vein")
I'm a falling star
("Seven a.m., the cars come")
I'm a photograph taken
("Here comes again, blood in the vein")
From where you are
("Seven a.m., the cars come")

Shed your tears
("Here comes again, blood in the vein")
That's what they're for
("Seven a.m., the cars come")
I don't expect you to understand this
("Here come again, blood in the vein")
War
("Seven a.m., the cars come")

Me, I'm a thief
("Here comes again, blood in the vein")
Oh, I'm a falling star
("Seven a.m., the cars come")
I'm a photograph taken
("Here comes again, blood in the vein")
From where you are
("Seven a.m., the cars come")

So, shed your tears
("Here comes again, blood in the vein")
'Cause that's what they're for
("Seven a.m., the cars come")
I don't expect you to understand this
("Here comes again, blood in the vein")
War
("Seven a.m., the cars come")

Armies and ice and dirty green
Newspapers, shovels sand on the breeze
I think of Eliot when I smell the street and it's sometimes wise
Just to shut your eyes.

Workers and lovers make their living space neat
Bent out of shape over what to eat
I dream of Eliot but I am discreet 'cause it's sometimes wise
Just to shut your eyes.

How sure how right?
Can anyone be on sight?
I said I had Hope.
I lied

the city in the winter the sewage the steam
You fill buildings with people and they rip at the seams
Somebody's suffering infected my dreams and
Don't they know? it's just my old soul

How sure how right?
Can anyone be on sight?
I said I had Hope
I lied. I lied.

So calm so wise
Give him the Nobel Prize
He said he had Hope
He lied

Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we're all living on top of it
It's all that we have the USA is our daily bread
And no one is willing to share it

Why can't we see our fortunancy
Living as legends have lived.
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die

Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It's not that it's bad…it's not that it's death
It's just that it is on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent

Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids, and people with parents
Anywhich way there's no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons
Come along...

When it's a rut and baby's no luck
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again
Within ourselves and within our friends
Come along...

EVERY YEAR
WE ARE REARRANGING OUR FACES
SLOWLY WE GROW
OPEN CHAKRAS
OR THICKEN FROM COLD
I WALK AROUND
THIS WINTER WONDERLAND
DOWNTOWN IS ALIVE
COFFEE FUELED SOULS
CONVERSING ON POLITICS
OR LITERATURE
IN THEIR NEW FACES
REARRANGED BY THE
PIECES OF PAST LOVERS
EVERYTHING LOST AND EVERYTHING GAINED
AND I STILL A BABY
HAVE REARRANGED MY FACE
ENOUGH TO BE RECOGNIZED
OR TO SLIP PAST YOU IF I CHOOSE
A MILLION MEMORIES
DROWNING IN MY MIND
AS I PULL TOGETHER PERFECT SENTENCES
EVERYONE TELLS ME HOW GOOD I LOOK
HOW WELL I HAVE DONE
AND I WONDER
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THAT EMPTY
LITTLE GIRL
AT AN EMPTY DINNER TABLE
WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO COME
ANYONE TO COME
TO JUST PICK HER UP
AND LOVE HER
AND DO VOIDS LIKE THESE DISAPPEAR?
OR JUST FALL DEEPER
UNTIL WE CAN NO LONGER SEE THEM
AND WILL I ALWAYS BE ENOUGH
TO FILL MY EMPTY BED
AND STILL KNOW WARMTH
WHEN IT COME FOR ME?