Monday, December 19, 2005

This blog is quite dead.

People who need me know where to find me.

... she wrote at 06:03 p.m.





Sunday, December 11, 2005

the one who survives by making the lives
of others worthwhile
she's coming apart
right before my eyes
the one who depends on the services she renders
to those who come knocking
she's seeing too clearly what she can't be
what understanding defies

she says, I need not to need
or else a love with intuition
someone who reaches out to my weakness and won't let go
I need not to need
I've always been the tower
but now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow

she turns out the light anticipating night falling
tenderly around her
and watches the dusk
the words won't come
she carries the act so convincingly the fact is
sometimes she believes it
that she can be happy the way things are
be happy with the things she's done

reach out
but hold back
where is safety?
reach out
and hold back
where is the one who can change me
where is the one
the one
the one

reach out
but hold back
where is safety?
reach out
and hold back
where is the one who can save me
where is the one
the one
the one

now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow

the danger and the power
the friend and the foe

... she wrote at 11:43 a.m.





Friday, November 25, 2005

School is sucking my life away. I haven't drawn anything in bloody ages.

Ennui - I hate this. Project-work!limbo, and of course the whole growing a year old thing really sucks as well. November seems to be ending too soon.

I need to go for a drama session at 9 tomorrow. Next week there are two tests, and we haven't made any progress on our IAC project at all. I have a report to write, and I need to borrow books on Lewis Carroll and the Alice series because I've forgotten most of it. So much for being an ardent fan. I hope I haven't shot my grade to hell by choosing such an "alienating" topic.

Note to self: Angels in America showing on HBO on the 1st and 2nd of December. Will watch it AT ALL COSTS.

Fuck it all, I'm really tired.

... she wrote at 10:40 p.m.





Monday, November 21, 2005

a lullaby not meant for children, really.

go to bed
the priests are dead
now no one
can call you bad
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally you're on peppermint land

he's a merman
he doesn't need your voice
he's a merman

go to bed
dream instead
and you will find him
he's a merman
to the knee
doesn't need something you're not willing to give
he's a merman
doesn't need your voice to cross his lands of ice

go to bed
the priests are dead
now no one
can call you bad
go to bed
the priests are dead
finally you found him

let it out
who could ever say you're not simply wonderful
who could ever harm you
sleep now
you're my little goat

go to bed
priests are dead
and come sing it all again
go to bed
past the apple orchard
and you'll feel nice

two can play
i said, two can play
... she wrote at 11:12 p.m.





Sunday, November 20, 2005

Tweaked the layout, because I just realised it looked godawful in 800x600. This one is pure tables, instead of css-based, so it should work with more browsers. Yay.

Spent the whole weekend holed up with books. Finished Jim Crace's "The Devil's Larder" (like Joanne Harris - only more out of it) and am halfway through Margaret Atwood's "Lady Oracle". It's been a long time since I've thrown myself into reading. My speed isn't what it used to be, but I realise can get more out of books if I read slowly. Books are always better the second time round.

Just realised I still need David Mitchell's "Ghostwritten" to add to my collection. I have everything by him, except that. Hn.

... she wrote at 07:58 p.m.





Saturday, November 19, 2005

Made a new layout, with scans from Zink Magazine's "Contemplating An Invisible Mirror" spread. Photography by Ben Duggan.

Going out to the library, and get a new laptop case, later. =D Am muchly pleased.

Ten points to anyone who can make out the white flavour text at the top.

the glass around my feet waddling through scattershot dreams dissonance bleeding
falling I can feel the winter sun
kyrie kyrie elesion

... she wrote at 03:19 p.m.





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