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thicker branches
find me on the midnite radio
15 January 2007 @ 05:26 am
13 January 2007 @ 02:33 pm
i have so much cleaning to do today. and organizing. and furniture moving.
looks like it's a lovely grey ghostface day.
looks like it's a lovely grey ghostface day.
09 January 2007 @ 12:33 pm
1. the natural state of my head is "giant cowlick."
2. i can't draw my own hand.
3. coffee is life.
4. i want my life to be this neat:
2. i can't draw my own hand.
3. coffee is life.
4. i want my life to be this neat:
08 January 2007 @ 01:31 am
Powerhouse
Resentment gnawed at Billie like a bone.
She dreamed of power, and had it in her hand
Only at home alone, with the lights turned low,
The family hit list growing in her mind
Till no one was left but her. She mourned for them
Only until the daylight brought them back
Like vampires in reverse. Then the black dogs –
Her boss, her mother, strangers in the street –
Howled at the door, or used the telephone,
All of them out to get her … A tiny sun
In a universe of mirrors, she was sure
That everything said to her was about her,
That the moon burned with her heat. Like the inverted thief,
His mind a prison cell, she couldn’t stand
The thought that everyone everywhere made love without her.
Resentment gnawed at Billie like a bone.
She dreamed of power, and had it in her hand
Only at home alone, with the lights turned low,
The family hit list growing in her mind
Till no one was left but her. She mourned for them
Only until the daylight brought them back
Like vampires in reverse. Then the black dogs –
Her boss, her mother, strangers in the street –
Howled at the door, or used the telephone,
All of them out to get her … A tiny sun
In a universe of mirrors, she was sure
That everything said to her was about her,
That the moon burned with her heat. Like the inverted thief,
His mind a prison cell, she couldn’t stand
The thought that everyone everywhere made love without her.
08 January 2007 @ 01:26 am
Arkansas Stone Medium
Knives were the answer. Billie collected them,
The Gonzo Gerbers and the Family Bucks,
Patton pearl handles, wood, steel, bone, and horn,
And the beautiful blades, the hardened delicatesse
That held her in the light. With her pills and wine
She worked them over every night, her friends,
Put them to the stone incessantly; the sound,
Like a sibilance of leaves, simoon, simoon,
The prophetic wind of god, gave her a future
As monotonously compelling as solitaire.
A self-fulfilling sibyl, she walked everywhere
With her pockets full of death, and until dawn
She honed herself along the shaping stone,
The thinning edge turned dull from sharpening.
Knives were the answer. Billie collected them,
The Gonzo Gerbers and the Family Bucks,
Patton pearl handles, wood, steel, bone, and horn,
And the beautiful blades, the hardened delicatesse
That held her in the light. With her pills and wine
She worked them over every night, her friends,
Put them to the stone incessantly; the sound,
Like a sibilance of leaves, simoon, simoon,
The prophetic wind of god, gave her a future
As monotonously compelling as solitaire.
A self-fulfilling sibyl, she walked everywhere
With her pockets full of death, and until dawn
She honed herself along the shaping stone,
The thinning edge turned dull from sharpening.
07 January 2007 @ 02:54 am
things are changing because i'm making them change.
no more repeats anymore.
target runs & holdin shit down in busy eateries.
tea and haterade at the te cafe.
insult scrabble & tales from the crypt.
scary/sweet cab drivers.
these things are really good.
also, this:
no more repeats anymore.
target runs & holdin shit down in busy eateries.
tea and haterade at the te cafe.
insult scrabble & tales from the crypt.
scary/sweet cab drivers.
these things are really good.
also, this:
31 December 2006 @ 11:06 am
my sister reminded me today of a group of fourth graders from my class who, in response to our forced class preformance of the hobbit, made their own adaptation. the funky "hip hop hobbit" starred a character by the name of bilbo saggins, known for his baggy pants and outrageous funkiness. she doesn't remember anymore of this, and i remember much less. i hate to lose good things in the vault.
27 December 2006 @ 12:43 am
it seems very freshly past me. i can't recall when it happened, or when i noticed, but tonight things don't sting like before. i look forward to the following things:
- warm sweaters
- the gym (oddly)
- my two dance classes
- leggings
- beer/champagne cocktails with friends
- painting again again
- a whole new year of lists
i think i'm that much closer to knowing what i want.
- warm sweaters
- the gym (oddly)
- my two dance classes
- leggings
- beer/champagne cocktails with friends
- painting again again
- a whole new year of lists
i think i'm that much closer to knowing what i want.
25 December 2006 @ 11:00 am
Yesterday (christmas eve) my sister and I set out for shopping on the Champs-Élysées for my mom. It was awful, crowded and very over stimulating. After finally finding something I thought she would like, I took my sister to the new beer bar there. After one "SO Chic" each (beer and champagne with a straw), we went to monoprix and bought nice things and booze for dinner. After a quiet dinner at the flat, we took a short walk along the Seine and watche dthe lightshow over the Eiffel tower. It was actually really nice. For once we weren't fighting or whining or getting on each other's nerves. It's been, more or less, an interesting and lovely holiday.
In the Musee Dorse yesterday I decided, officially, that a year in art school is what i need and want. If I can keep my grades up this semester I'll hopefully be able to go to Italy next year. Here's hoping.
Merry Christmas. See you all for the resolutions.
In the Musee Dorse yesterday I decided, officially, that a year in art school is what i need and want. If I can keep my grades up this semester I'll hopefully be able to go to Italy next year. Here's hoping.
Merry Christmas. See you all for the resolutions.
