Where is Freedom and who is Raven?

Wind, Women, Wings and Wine

that's the empire of the divine

within these categories

will freedom find

the time to time to time to time

Alexa and Tom at what was once "The Snake Pit" practicing the Diamond Brand Credo of Freedom

""::...>>><<<...::""

Raven Cashen was born in Germany and germinated in Michigan soil Detroit style until she came by Alaska to the Northwest. I lived with her last school year in a home with weak walls brimming with social fantasy and music. I remember weeks when she would eat only yogurt and black beans. I remember sweet potato rations and cast iron philosophies pouring out her lips. She is the Diamond Brand Embassaddress of the Underworld Kitchen. 

Her fashion originates in the Northwestern Realm and translates to the magazines in hiccuping attempts. Her devotion to sensual creativity solidifies D.B.'s choice at protecting her position as Keeper of The Underworld Kitchen. At Diamond Brand, we do have to eat, and she keeps us fed and interested. 

TONIGHT'S MENU BY RAVEN CASHEN 

translated by Melanie

Wood Salad Eternal Night Sky Soup

An Entree portion of Purple Chicken Stock safflower honey Ombre Braids

Appertif of Champagne Perfume Darjeeling Peel Ceremony in Drop D tuning

Dessert of Cream Nectar India Bazaar

House Wine, Pinot Satin Basket Fiber

Attic Crunch Crackers 

and your free gift

of firelight bird wings!

Who is Hannah Blankenship and Why Do I love her?

THIS IS A PHOTOGRAPHIC EXPLORATION OF THE HANNAH BLANKENSHIP TM LIFESTYLE

Something you can attempt to accomplish by emulating the following aesthetic examples:

Hannah Blankenship is Diamond Brand's Forestral Ambassador, taking care of all those places where the trees meet the seas. She is a picture perfect representation of our company and lifestyle, residing somewhere within the thrill of cat ownership and Russian outfit communist beer bleached hairism. Hannah, I am going to take this moment to appoint you Diamond Brand's official seal of 

TATOO ARTIST

and artist, all around, because you clearly have given someone a diamond brand tattoo. 

All of these photos were sourced from Facebook by hacking Sophie Tschida's account.

Thanks girls! For being my best friends. I hope you have fun in HAWAII!

WOW!

SUMMER IN OCTOBER!

I love you little baby,

marry me tomorrow

smallest cute thing. 

I love you.

-MELANIE

Why I will leave New Orleans come Thanksgiving:

My banjo sucks at humidity

sounds like bricks resonating in a golf bag

calf skin disaster

tight and moist are not equal

leather interior

FUN MEMORIES!!! TM

Fun Memories are easy to create with a new lifestyle choice product from Diamond Brand!

Ever wonder how much fun you could be having? Ever fear for a night of half fun? Think of this! Think of the memories! Think of all the surrounding details of your everyday environment. What makes you love things and keep them around you? Stuff, objects, decorations, all of these words define practical space in a beautiful lifestyle environment.

Here at Diamond Brand, we are determined to enable our customers with a heightened ability to create: FUN MEMORIES!!! tm. Fun Memories stem from:

A. A willingness to have fun and be saturated in joy
B. A willingness to bathe in live music with your full body
C. A vast array of colorful clothing to decorate your body with.

Colorful clothing articles on the human body act as receptors, as psyllium extensions of the human senses. We make color standard choices to locate specialized fabrics in space. With embodied motion, we dress ourselves. A critical and subtle part of the secular ritual of dressing is what colors and patterns we are using to represent ourselves. These articles of clothing not only carry the memories of whatever happened while wearing them, but invite new memories to occur in the same color spectrum of textile joy. 

Last night, I had fun at Tipitina's while watching a trip out hip out poncho out bead band called The Chris Robinson Brotherhood. What made this night most special, was the outfit I wore and that Troy wore. Together, we were a equalized decision of colored maturation. This evening, we did not partake in the ingesting of any substances apart from water, sound and clothing. An alcohol/smoke/drug free bar experience was pleasant in a thousand new sensual spheres. The motion of color carries my memories now, embedding in the outfit I wore the capacity to document my lifestyle in the physical plane. 

FUN MEMORIES!!! tm are created in fits of ornate lucidity. 

Blue Jewelry, A visit from Alex Fermanis and French Culture

My Collection of Blue Jewels hangs on the bamboo shelf above the kitchen table.

Alex Fermanis (Center) and his new babe girlfriend Elisa (at left) entered our realm this week. This photograph had a lot of red eye, so I tried to get rid of it. But the red eye detected our psychic eyes and

darkened those as well. Also in the photograph is Hannah, who somehow when to school with Madrona (Molly) Nagin in Cleveland Ohio. 

I am exploring French culture by eating a lot of fabulous cheese and stealing this small French flag from my work. 

The Spring Poet

you are a lagoon of freshness,
radiating with medieval Neon spandex tapestries
in burrito limelight on
Sunday Morning. You are
my antique Museum collector of Grecco Romanian Belongings:

          a Colander to sift sand and fish scales through one side of known to another

You are my collaborator, mushing my future through the cheesecloth of time in the lunchbox of memory to the Sturdy Shelves of your hardware pantry.

The pastries of your flesh
sound high collar sugar
crystal music into collective
houses and concrete community
gardens and relish factories.

You permeate the
industrial ground with
water melon sound

I will collect your fingers
fading the rosewood as you
press and release the guitar body

      I will cherish your flagship
      fantasies and bring
      them to harbor when you agree to appear naked on shore,
spring poet,
evermore.

Sleeping Poets

poet poet poet poet poet poet

sleeping sleeping sleeping sleeping

poet spelling sleeping peeling
     feeling creatures crawling
        ceiling sprawling
             
               dagger of dementia!

evaluating crimson fog
with touches of margarine,
the sleeping poet awoke to
walls waging fables of
cavern dust,
or pixie sex

just relax
stay stable and supple, reciting false fables between rouge canyons of sleep