"Final Friday" Halloween Gallery hop downtown tonight.
Grown up kiddies dressed up as kittens and tea-baggers. Dancing around creepy art I've come to love so much. Getting lost in the festivities, whirls, swirls, lights, music...
This journey out may be a little intimidating. All the galleries had free wine last year and I don't remember anything past the 3rd or 4th stop. The last thing I recall is standing on the roof of a monstrous building in the middle of the city, looking at all the people ants.
Ugh, this could be bad. I'm so hesitant to throw myself out in a mess of alcohol and that warmth stemming from it. The smell, the taste, dear god my mouth is watering as I type this. Sip, gulp, chug, another. Sip, gulp, chug, another... Maybe they'll have candy?
So I'll be having my own little party. It involves fluffy green stuff. Wanna join? I'll be the short girl dressed as Ginger Spice lingering away from the others, probably freezing my ass off on a bench while I scribble notes about the evening, the pieces, artists, costumes, and how much I hate wearing make-up.
Saturday involves mad party held in an 18th century motel converted into an apartment complex where all the peaceniks live and make art. All doors open.
Sunday is scary movies, meditation, and a harvest feast!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
How many mg is that?
"This is our decision to live fast and die young. We have the vision now let's have some fun" -MGMT
13 candles lit.
4 ashtray strewn about.
Samhain is coming soon and I have collected many acorns.
Dim is where the fun comes out to play. Things looking misty and whimsical. Did I mention I can go under the blanket and venture to Mexico? Bathing in yellow. "Accidently" painting the walls when you took 3 hits that one time. Oh, the things you recall in the state of before-bed haze.
Watching too many crime shows. I'm fascinated by a culture, a society I can't quite grasp. Maybe I want to stay a week or 3 in prison to see how I do. I'd want solitary confinement. 23 hours in a day. 1 hour out recreational. Once every 72 hours to shower. No contact. I'd just sit with books and a journal. Documenting the colors and chips of paint on each block of the wall.
Ramblings are for you to judge.
Judging me yet? Go ahead, be that human! You can do it!
Let me tell you a story then.
At age 2 I found a rusted dead bolt. My infant mind put it in my mouth. Perhaps I liked the salty taste? The color? Mom was in the kitchen doing bitch work in a lousy marriage. Dishes or something? She heard a thud. Lamp? Cat? Child?
She found me a tinted soft blue.
She did child Heimlich while screaming. I choked, coughed, and it dropped out with yet another thud. I was fine.
Then I picked it back up.
What I plan to do this evening:
-National Geographic fest
-drink a pot of coffee for a caffeine rush
-cough
-feed myself grapes while pretending they are fed to me by a Norse god/goddess
-ponder why I've started this blog.
If you're still reading, I am curious to know you.
Fascinated by human's brains. The neurotransmitters. The mushiness. The chaos.
Wow. The flow continues.
I am not the walrus. Coo coo cachoo.
I am the turtle who didn't quite win the race.
13 candles lit.
4 ashtray strewn about.
Samhain is coming soon and I have collected many acorns.
Dim is where the fun comes out to play. Things looking misty and whimsical. Did I mention I can go under the blanket and venture to Mexico? Bathing in yellow. "Accidently" painting the walls when you took 3 hits that one time. Oh, the things you recall in the state of before-bed haze.
Watching too many crime shows. I'm fascinated by a culture, a society I can't quite grasp. Maybe I want to stay a week or 3 in prison to see how I do. I'd want solitary confinement. 23 hours in a day. 1 hour out recreational. Once every 72 hours to shower. No contact. I'd just sit with books and a journal. Documenting the colors and chips of paint on each block of the wall.
Ramblings are for you to judge.
Judging me yet? Go ahead, be that human! You can do it!
Let me tell you a story then.
At age 2 I found a rusted dead bolt. My infant mind put it in my mouth. Perhaps I liked the salty taste? The color? Mom was in the kitchen doing bitch work in a lousy marriage. Dishes or something? She heard a thud. Lamp? Cat? Child?
She found me a tinted soft blue.
She did child Heimlich while screaming. I choked, coughed, and it dropped out with yet another thud. I was fine.
Then I picked it back up.
What I plan to do this evening:
-National Geographic fest
-drink a pot of coffee for a caffeine rush
-cough
-feed myself grapes while pretending they are fed to me by a Norse god/goddess
-ponder why I've started this blog.
If you're still reading, I am curious to know you.
Fascinated by human's brains. The neurotransmitters. The mushiness. The chaos.
Wow. The flow continues.
I am not the walrus. Coo coo cachoo.
I am the turtle who didn't quite win the race.
Crime?
I'd say what I'm doing but then the internet police will track me down and kidnap me through my webcam. No joke! Oh, the nightmares!
So, here's a game:
What illegal thing(s) am I doing?
What illegal thing(s) are YOU doing?
So, here's a game:
What illegal thing(s) am I doing?
What illegal thing(s) are YOU doing?
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Beginnings are just that.
"The time has come the walrus said
to talk of many things
of shoes and ships and ceiling wax
of cabbages and kings
and why the sea is boiling hot
and whether pigs have wings"
-Lewis Carroll
This is new. I've been considered a Luddite for some time. And starting a blog? Well.
Now entering that alternate reality of space and air, signals going through our bodies. Radiation? Ok, so am more phobic than some. Who gives a damn?
I am anonymous.
IN THIS BLOG:
I will not fill out stupid bullshit surveys.
I will not spam kittens.
Brutal honesty of a human being will ensue.
You may find me annoying or downright strange.
I will let it go.
I will let it go.
I will let it go into space.
to talk of many things
of shoes and ships and ceiling wax
of cabbages and kings
and why the sea is boiling hot
and whether pigs have wings"
-Lewis Carroll
This is new. I've been considered a Luddite for some time. And starting a blog? Well.
Now entering that alternate reality of space and air, signals going through our bodies. Radiation? Ok, so am more phobic than some. Who gives a damn?
I am anonymous.
IN THIS BLOG:
I will not fill out stupid bullshit surveys.
I will not spam kittens.
Brutal honesty of a human being will ensue.
You may find me annoying or downright strange.
I will let it go.
I will let it go.
I will let it go into space.
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