a

immersing myslf n2art evenmoreso than b4

facepaint for the next weeks

it's the wknd, &i'm xhstd from the most

unbelievable sp(r)/eak br/ing

but what could i do, but accept it and move forward

sleep on the floor fucking sleep on the floor

what've i done to me? o, twenties, o, spontaneity

woohoo

linky:

click--> zine !

BBQ

Fusing fireball torches, an unruly rampage, moving.
Illumination of iron pieces swaying up and down, up and down
reflecting in the decending Sun, West
treading onward through twisted trees to an overgrown field,
greenery bled not upon, yet.
antagonists parading fullspeed at each other
first making eye contact, then physical. weapon to armour, weapon to chest
blood everywhere
plots of annihilation to rid the cannibals, the viking-turned-islanders
scheming months in advance
while the saltwater sea carried currents toward shore,
waves crashing abruptly
crablike creatures hurriedly hiding, burrowing underneath
sand and rocks, avoiding strange sounds, clanking and busting of flesh
bare feet gathering together forming a stomping circle
hungry, hairy, human beasts screaming high pitches chanting phrases
language native to area, but not recognizable due to the intensity
of loudness and slurring of syllables
Once warrior vikings stand stiff and still
Like sticks in the ground
Like sticks in the ground.

[2007]

takes pleasure in

cycing leisurely throughout town

catching drifts of assorted scents

like soaps from showers

perfumes , new blooms

fabric softeners ,

passing by:

a young girl on

training wheels smiling wide to her ears

to me

a country couple, the aroma of southern cooking leaking out

into the air, elderly lady in her duster, husband

wearing overalls slowly

making his way inside to supper

wrap around maroon trim grayish blue porch

two chatty women lounging

snap shots of favourite houses finally figured out

who lives there in the secluded door through the

trees view , 222 mitchell st

tending to her backyard, oblivious of my presence

saturday side roads mostly clear

run into old friend shows me her garden behind her

abode, washed out beach house easter kind of colours, learned new types

of plants, the sky starts to sprinkle,

pedal home before camera gets wet, cool winds

pick up, head down riding into the mess

arrive home catch my

breath on the steps

binarybrnwvvs

recording music

drawing

folding clothes

eating sisters birthday cake

passing out

slurring words

sleep whenever

pictures still on camera from last night not uploaded

not on flakeb00ts,disabled,feels good

repeat,

refreshed

singing, getting too excited no reason

too much going on to get paranoid now

not sure if i should post this song

erase,

forty winks?

bore me w.

the fluid movement of our bodies

as we rock'd rock'd ,rock&roll'd, or

stroll'd

across oceans of emotion

kid,you got me high w.one look in yr eyes

meet me on the sanddunes

just before midnight we

can gaze at the moon

i'll sail you to sea

-

deep , deep emotion

reasoning for demise

detrimental

consequential

edgy , easily bothered

unwanted noise

background coughing irritates

any sound , makes her shake , agitates

too many breakdowns in this room

weak , heavy arms

gasped breathing

dizzy , drowsy

must keep moving

onward

b'fore she goes nuclear

gOO away cOOld, k? thanx ciaOO

swelling

my ears feel like they r clothespin'd

my cheeks feel like i'ma chipmunk preparing for winter

my head feels like a turtle is sitting on it

my lips feel like sand

my nose feels like well i cant breathe out of it

my throat feels like there r rocks down there lodged b/t where i swallow

you know that feeling when you eat a chip but you dont chew it up all the way and it scratches yr throat

well its like that, but lump, but rocks

i've been chewing this bubble gum

my jaws r more sore

going to sleep early sheesh

ka

beeesh

ka

boosh

ka boom

prp yrslf

cardigans eat sardinenigans while the shenanigans boggle googles by froggles but fraggle tackles limes w.chimes through rhymes ...

new nonsense:

'utopia'

'swinging' ,,

[ linky (click me) ]

up up up &

one thing's for certain!

[at least] i know how to make a clipping mask

no more t[e]rr[o]rible tuesdays! =-D

zero

i did not plan to wallow in sorrow but it just hit me all at once; cant snap out of it

//

temporary

((

today was the day that i went up to an old generation lady and inquired if she knew my ancestors, and she did. she told me some swell stories about shetland ponies and music lessons. my ancestors were so rad

i love spontaneity