push the button, connect the goddamned dots

[overocea]

out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
and I eat men like air

so! classes start this week.
...prompting the cessation of thought.

every now and then I become overwhelmed with the desire to cut everyone I know out my life. and everyone I don't. but I think I adore everyone I don't know a little bit more. like when strawberries taste like dust. teeny tiny flakes of skin and dead cockroach.

fairy floss & fairy bread
sulci and gyri
myopic rods and blue cones
prop open my spinal gateway

I am terrified of my own sclera

ain't it funny, that
pale-faced captivation could be
coupled with a bleak mouth, funereal
silence.

like when people on ICQ expect me to answer their black&white "wanna chat?"s

past creations generally have this talent for making me cringe. sometimes I can bring myself to recreate them.



the most adorable thing in the world is a yawning numbat. if you ever see it you'll know instantly why.

I made my nanna a website. get married. it is fun.

I can't pay my rent. I should be slightly concerned. instead I sway and giggle.
modest mouse make me smile.

edit: when Felon stalks geckos and sparrows and houseflies she does this very weird vibratey thing with her mouth. i've never seen any other cat do it (and i've seen lots of stalky cats). I call it rattling. well I shriek it rattling. I mean it fills me with so much glee to see her do it because it's so cute that I scream "she's rattling!!"

anyway? I just learned it has a name, and an evolutionary explanation! I am slightly thrilled.

k, it's 4am, if i'm not asleep within the hour i'll suffocate myself to get there, dammit.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

can't help it

[basement.livejournal.com]

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

I should have known

[(Anonymous)]

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.

vanity is a virtue.

[basement.livejournal.com]

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I will protest you with my favorite vow.

I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And oaths were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far,
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.

[basement.livejournal.com]

aw! yay for crazy rattling-cat ladies! you are hereby a member of my secret club. whether you like it or not.

i'm still finding it amazing that other kittens rattle.. i've had such trouble explaining it to visitors etc. hurrah!

[joycake.livejournal.com]

=) i loved this.

[woodburner.livejournal.com]

This post reminds me of the inside of my own head which is disturbing. But at the moment I'm just wondering what the hell is up with the goldfish headed person.

[basement.livejournal.com]

in that case I insist you post more entries directly.. from inside your head. otherwise I can't guarantee it won't turn into a goldfish.

okay.. I just read over that and it doesn't make Any sense, but i'm posting it anyway.

[aftiel.livejournal.com]

oh deliriumiosity, wonderblits. I like the picture.
and the word-damage.
yay for brains that have their own festivities.

[basement.livejournal.com]

speaking of word-damage, best comment evar! *turns your eyebrows into rows of stars*