complete gibberish

i used to write a lot of stuff that never made sense. i was the queen of gibberish poetry and story-telling at least in my mind...this is one of mine from a long time ago...

Virtual Spit and Handshake

Slimeball crashing through california beating the band to a high pitched squeal making a balloon paper machie santa fe blues pig meat on shoulder bags maybe I'm going mad purple people eater mosaic of colors spinning in my mind flashes of light on my hand can you see it? Feel it? Taste it? Touch it? Maybe a dash can help me blue-eyed baby coon flash won't leap nattering on about nothing but mangoes roscoe listen to flash castro playing baseball in my crater of self-pity males will do stupid things can you believe it? Wild crabcakes instead of a pool of pain kicked him in the nads virtual spit and handshaking over a cb cockswain in vain on a pleasure train call me jeezebel go back to home double whammy on my call where you been all my life please let it be the one kinetic shit beating down on their goofy asses snowball kicks the dice onto his experienced mind gumming hard pretzels in a cave hips the size of canada sanity slipping into my inner self, the dark realms of a psyche, a torture so unclear yet so specific can it be true? Petrograd in a slipstorm light bulb of the brain spasm petrograd's mystical man of fear and control can one man be so feared and respected? Écoute et français alle jusquè ala porte hoopla maybe their wrong in their soul, but what is a soul but a blackened heap of nails on a pile of shit that was a load of crap disregard any shit like that as a brain cramp maybe or maybe my heart is really feeling let down. Can I blame this on anyone? Coherent thoughts are running through an overstressed brain what's going on here why my thoughts returning to the brain STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT Canterbury tales are ribald in the metaphysical sense let the music floe can't stop this feeling of power and control let it flow hit me you can't hurt me I like it like this

complete gibberish

i used to write a lot of stuff that never made sense. i was the queen of gibberish poetry and story-telling at least in my mind...this is one of mine from a long time ago...

Virtual Spit and Handshake

Slimeball crashing through california beating the band to a high pitched squeal making a balloon paper machie santa fe blues pig meat on shoulder bags maybe I'm going mad purple people eater mosaic of colors spinning in my mind flashes of light on my hand can you see it? Feel it? Taste it? Touch it? Maybe a dash can help me blue-eyed baby coon flash won't leap nattering on about nothing but mangoes roscoe listen to flash castro playing baseball in my crater of self-pity males will do stupid things can you believe it? Wild crabcakes instead of a pool of pain kicked him in the nads virtual spit and handshaking over a cb cockswain in vain on a pleasure train call me jeezebel go back to home double whammy on my call where you been all my life please let it be the one kinetic shit beating down on their goofy asses snowball kicks the dice onto his experienced mind gumming hard pretzels in a cave hips the size of canada sanity slipping into my inner self, the dark realms of a psyche, a torture so unclear yet so specific can it be true? Petrograd in a slipstorm light bulb of the brain spasm petrograd's mystical man of fear and control can one man be so feared and respected? Écoute et français alle jusquè ala porte hoopla maybe their wrong in their soul, but what is a soul but a blackened heap of nails on a pile of shit that was a load of crap disregard any shit like that as a brain cramp maybe or maybe my heart is really feeling let down. Can I blame this on anyone? Coherent thoughts are running through an overstressed brain what's going on here why my thoughts returning to the brain STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT Canterbury tales are ribald in the metaphysical sense let the music floe can't stop this feeling of power and control let it flow hit me you can't hurt me I like it like this

Your Not Alone!

i decided at some point yesterday that i was going to work my way though my whole David Bowie collection. so in about four days when i finish, i'll have enough Bowie karma to make me happy. except me to probably get a little whiny during the late 80's albums and the Tin Machine stuff. not my favourite Bowie period at all. at. all.

currently on Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars. finished the two early Folk cd's i have (whee! folk!Bowie. in one of them he sounds just like John Lennon. that was back when he was still going by Davey Jones), Space Oddity, The Man Who Sold The World, and, Hunky Dory. i leave all the collections until the end so i can just rock out to the different songs from all over his career.

wow...this was not meant to be a Bowie-centric entry. stayed up too late again. not that upset about it though. got to squee! about the lj happiness going on. supposed to be helping my mom and sister with the painting of the bedroom. currently mom is sprawled across my bed flipping through the IKEA catalogue and commenting on how much she really does like 'Suffragette City'. mom and i are never that good at getting motivated. leah and her friend caroline are working at the moment. so all is good.

one of the first things that happened when i came online was Kyla tagging me on IM and telling me how much she like The Prettiest Star. i've been getting the most amazing response to this story. i'm pretty blown away by it actually. so um...to everyone. THANK YOU!

i go now...must shower and clean myself...

Your Not Alone!

i decided at some point yesterday that i was going to work my way though my whole David Bowie collection. so in about four days when i finish, i'll have enough Bowie karma to make me happy. except me to probably get a little whiny during the late 80's albums and the Tin Machine stuff. not my favourite Bowie period at all. at. all.

currently on Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars. finished the two early Folk cd's i have (whee! folk!Bowie. in one of them he sounds just like John Lennon. that was back when he was still going by Davey Jones), Space Oddity, The Man Who Sold The World, and, Hunky Dory. i leave all the collections until the end so i can just rock out to the different songs from all over his career.

wow...this was not meant to be a Bowie-centric entry. stayed up too late again. not that upset about it though. got to squee! about the lj happiness going on. supposed to be helping my mom and sister with the painting of the bedroom. currently mom is sprawled across my bed flipping through the IKEA catalogue and commenting on how much she really does like 'Suffragette City'. mom and i are never that good at getting motivated. leah and her friend caroline are working at the moment. so all is good.

one of the first things that happened when i came online was Kyla tagging me on IM and telling me how much she like The Prettiest Star. i've been getting the most amazing response to this story. i'm pretty blown away by it actually. so um...to everyone. THANK YOU!

i go now...must shower and clean myself...

For Pixie

sorry it took me so long to do these...i suck. and i couldn't find a good pic of Sir Didymus and Ambrosious but I will keep looking and do one of them for you...but for now here are two; one of the goblins in the beginning and one of Sir Didymus alone...hope you like them!

For Pixie

sorry it took me so long to do these...i suck. and i couldn't find a good pic of Sir Didymus and Ambrosious but I will keep looking and do one of them for you...but for now here are two; one of the goblins in the beginning and one of Sir Didymus alone...hope you like them!

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am writing. am still listening to bowie.

am giggling because the prettiest star is on...

i love this song...

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am writing. am still listening to bowie.

am giggling because the prettiest star is on...

i love this song...

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i have an altogether unhealthy fascination with how amazingly well david bowie can sing while all cracked out. i'm currently knee-deep in the cocaine period of his career where he produced such masterpieces as Diamond Dogs, Young Americans, and Station to Station. you know, back in the day when a 6ft tall man could weigh 95lbs and still be looked at as a God. i think david did enough cocaine to put a small nation through the 70's. add jagger into that equation and most of south america was supported by what was going up their noses in a night.

i have no idea why this fascinates me. maybe it's because both of them did all that and got through it. they're clean and still making music. granted david looks nine bajillion times better than mick but hey, it's all right.

tonight has felt weird. i'm hiding for the most part, away on AIM and MSN. feeling a little isolated but i kind of want it that way. had a friend ping me on AIM last night that i hadn't talked to in awhile. turns out another friend we hadn't seen in awhile was over and they wanted me to hang out. felt kinda ill so said no. then i get a message saying that T*** wants me to call her. it was more like a demand though so...cause it's me and i am a stubborn bitch, i don't call her today.

i think maybe i am the one alienating my friends. karen...you still like me right? mike, kevin? anyone...bueller? bueller?

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i have an altogether unhealthy fascination with how amazingly well david bowie can sing while all cracked out. i'm currently knee-deep in the cocaine period of his career where he produced such masterpieces as Diamond Dogs, Young Americans, and Station to Station. you know, back in the day when a 6ft tall man could weigh 95lbs and still be looked at as a God. i think david did enough cocaine to put a small nation through the 70's. add jagger into that equation and most of south america was supported by what was going up their noses in a night.

i have no idea why this fascinates me. maybe it's because both of them did all that and got through it. they're clean and still making music. granted david looks nine bajillion times better than mick but hey, it's all right.

tonight has felt weird. i'm hiding for the most part, away on AIM and MSN. feeling a little isolated but i kind of want it that way. had a friend ping me on AIM last night that i hadn't talked to in awhile. turns out another friend we hadn't seen in awhile was over and they wanted me to hang out. felt kinda ill so said no. then i get a message saying that T*** wants me to call her. it was more like a demand though so...cause it's me and i am a stubborn bitch, i don't call her today.

i think maybe i am the one alienating my friends. karen...you still like me right? mike, kevin? anyone...bueller? bueller?