Glitch and Growlll

The mirror

2012-01-10T21:11:00.001-08:00

There was the poet and there was her mirror
there was all the men and women who taught her how to think
in her mirror she could see through a window of her own perceptions
in her mirror she could see how to love herself
The feminists taught her to use the mirror to touch herself
To see herself more clearly

Later in life there was the poet and there the tarot and this became her mirror

classic manic

2011-12-22T18:55:00.001-08:00

so its like, being on a wave of emotions, always up and down, the higher you rise you know there is an eventual trough equally as deep. sometimes to prevent the fall of the wave, you stay down there long enough, and you will eventually rise, but when youre on top there is a perpetual fear of falling again

i dont understand how i can be related to so much crazy

2011-12-08T06:48:00.001-08:00

having a very classic bipolar sleepless night kinda episode.. some one give me meds

make soft

pumpkin

youre gona be like god dad or something like that.. who else is goin to enstil a distaste for society so well

Any one awake right now wana go on a drive

come on dad, gimme the car tonight,

i got this girl.. i wanna..... come on dad gimme the car

who remembers driving me home, i dont remember walking

snake bite jungle juice

remember you’re still alive, keep breathing

maybe i can eat one more plate of food before i pass out

death wishes

Love is death

Love is illogical. Or maybe that's just me

feeling god in a pool hall instead of church

i am thankful for sound and poetry and paint.. and knowing that if anything at all i have a purpose to express myself so that there can be light for others who have lived in darkness

you will soon understand what it means to go with out

you go out like rip tide

I'm sick of this perpetually empty field. I miss walking on moon dust powder fluffing up around me. I miss the infinite field. I miss your hand.

the space between you and i is rainbow spectrum

#howmanycontactscanyoulosebehindyoureye?

i cant believe i am here now it goes beyond my concepts of breath and death

In your head in your mouth in your soul... Had to think a while

and you could have it all, my empire of dirt

i need a guitar and a fourtrack something that makes loops. and a no-wave valley that is open to be explored

I like dreaming about lizards

inconsistent sleep patterns result in consistent mirage

seam ripping and stitching back together

I want to die and go to a certain kind of phish heaven

These oysters tasted like happy oysters

split divide

2011-12-06T18:21:00.001-08:00

i felt the skin split
i did not feel any pain
i stretched the muscle tight
and pulled the tendon rigid
there was a crack that deepened and stretched wider
then i felt the tingle of my nerves
i watched the blood pool in the reservoir and then flow over
the shedding of old skin cells
forcing out new tender flesh
the chamelion skin is one of rainbow flesh
holding on to you will suffocate me
in the dawn of rebirth
there is growing pain
i have never felt this tender numbness before
these are new feelings now
this sensation is a fresh breath

i wonder if im really suppossed to be here

2011-12-03T22:21:00.001-08:00

it was like falling asleep into a dream.

every time i wake up im in a different place than before.

a different time, a different person.

and when i go to bed, i dream of this consistent reality

where nothing feels right and im not really me

i can see every life i lived before

none of them carried the hurt this life carries

what did i do to make myself forget

when will i wake up from this dream and find my niche

the empty field

2011-11-26T15:55:00.001-08:00

I'm sick of this perpetually empty field.

I miss walking on moon dust powder fluffing up around me.

I miss the infinite field. I miss your hand.

There used to be so much inbetween you and I.

The distance made me sick,

the distractions sent my head spinning.

Now there is nothing, this is emptiness.

This heart I have keeps beating,

but only to perpetuate this convenience of life.

The inbetween the beat lulls longer these days.

The ghost inside of me is now more human than I am.

The weightlessness is becoming heavy.

too cold to feel

2011-11-19T02:11:00.001-08:00

Ice cold rain drops soak through to my brain
ice cicle nuerons fire my synapses frozen
dripping down my face and pin needles into my eyes
my body so numb and too cold to cry
i wonder how it will feel in the end
is that when i will finally be content
at what degree does the heart muscle stop beating?
and when does it stop feeling?
when the ice age comes my in ability to feel should proove useful

ghostly embodied

2011-11-15T06:10:00.000-08:00

months after you left i could smell you in my bed

see the indent on my pillow where you laid your head

these small details would induce flashbacks

of the way your skin felt touching mine

i could feel the weight of your hand on my hip once again

when will this consciousness shift begin

when will i be untrained to your familiarity like i had been

of all the realities

2011-11-14T04:41:00.000-08:00

at the beginning there is hey, id like to get to know you

but before the evening is even close to ending we know which road youve gone down

or youve gone down on him funny how he knows how to tell you what to do

slide your hand in to the pocket of lovers and lies

see if you can pull anything out worth keeping around or even flipping for odds

heads this will last forever, tails youre taking one more for the team

the true joy of this all is that will last forever and you are taking one for the team

you make the decisions in this choose your own adventure

pg. 51 you find yourself under a bridge by some train tracks making track marks along the path of your veins until theres no life in you left to live

pg. 21 youre looking at yourself in the mirror in your five bedroom house filled full of emptiness, a heart that strains to live outside the white picket fence, and a cabinet full of pills not recommended to mix with liquor

where is the in between?

i am meditating under a tree and on either side of me are these lives i might have lived, they intertwine themselvse into the branches of this tree. there are several paths around me but only one trunk of the tree

smmmnnnn

2011-11-10T12:36:00.000-08:00

i want to know what happened

what went through your head

that after a week with out you

came back to me dead

kissing your lips to me

was the softest surprise

like a finger print left there

i can feel your lip stain residue

playin dress up in your room

we were treasures for ourselves

not to care for the rest of the world

what made you want to change

do you know that with out you

all there inside of me is empty

i want to hold your face again

as you braid our hair together

more on space and time

2011-11-04T01:22:00.000-07:00

i saw the day time sky

open up to reveal

all the universe around me

i felt so small

under this great tree of life

you say its quite a shame

i havent put in my time

you say i've got an

awfully long way to go

im staring at our future

where you and i are ghosts

we are gas burning hot

we are energies of light

its almost as if

i can step out into it

the pathless road

the journey for me

has no distance

no measure i can know

my name is light

2011-11-01T05:13:00.001-07:00

i can only breath and keep breathing

i can not heal the past

i can cry enough, to experience

that i am not light

i want to hold my ancestors in my arms

i want to heal them

my tears are blood

i want to shed all my life for them

those that in their life did not actively try to heal the earth

but they gave to me their blood and their genes

i want to be light

my god given name

and yet i can not shed enough

i want the pores of my skin to bleed light

and yet there is not enough to heal the earth

everything that i am

to heal

and yet i am alone in the cold darkness

this universe

will exist even with out light

about the milky way

2011-10-29T05:01:00.000-07:00

ive been having vision of the milky way

i am a star and you are a star and

there are stars floating all around me

i have this dream you and i are floating in our destiny

all around me is dark except for the light eminating from you

and i can bath in this warmth and it reminds me of when i had a body

and you could use your arms to wrap around me

the veil has been so lucid and thin

i thought i was loosing my reality

but i am beginning to transcend

and thats only my mind letting go of my body

patchwork lace and braids

2011-10-29T05:00:00.001-07:00

my mind ripped like that lace lattice coming undone
but you braided my hair back together there
so im holding it together even though the pieces
shattered out like glitter stardust in the milky way

the end beginning

2011-10-29T04:55:00.000-07:00

im trying to describe this gentle lulling loss of my sanity, as it drifts farther from my reach.

some days it becomes real clear. that reality is inside out.

this might be my difficult poem

2011-10-27T02:49:00.001-07:00

one time i had this dream that we were all in olympia, it was a giant street fair, we were downtown (i was double fisting forties), and you were there and you were there. but we all had our instruments, drums and stings, or markers, or spray cans. and the cops gave us high fives, instead of "move along now"s ... and instead of spare change i just traded you for what i had for what you had, coincedently it all worked out.

and there was a gentle hum to settle the curve of the vibration

2011-10-24T14:48:00.000-07:00

i watched the moon rise at three am

i want to look up at the stars

while laying on the grass next to you

i see our future lives in the milky way

you overwhelmed the emptiness in my heart

you make me want to save myself

so that there is more i could give to you

you gave me gifts from our goddess earth

sometimes i feel like i could ask for nothing

maybe i just dont know how to say i want

more time with you by my side

more time your arms around me

holding me close to your heart

i feel like ive known you forever

still you are so strange and new to me

im not here any more

2011-10-06T04:18:00.001-07:00

can't you see me cry

this is the only way i can intentionalize what i feel

i am the apothacary's wet dream, knumb, pleading for cessation

i prayed for life, and i then prayed for death

and prayed for life again, years beyond this

i prayed for new consciousness

in the spiral, vortex, depth of the cave

you presented to me plato's dream of consciousness

i saw the images on the wall

I am losing my grasp on reality

so all these consiousness studies leave me helpless

I dream constantly of letting go

the inbetween in which you see me.

My life admist sentence. You dreamt me unconsiously.

I am floating in a cloud of destiny

And thats when you look at me.

I cannot reminisce memories with you

they are all pain, free from bliss

ascued by your new perception of me.

It seems I may have never known love.

The apothacary's pillow is a gentel terrain

to lay my conscious brain

my brain of mush, the perfect subterranean

terrain to plant a seed of coneptive knowledge

my unconscious the plot in which the seed grows.

Under a tree I laid my head and an

unconscious dream sprouted the inbetween

of lack of reality, the split dream of you

interracting with me.

flood plains

2011-09-29T11:03:00.000-07:00

you are still looking at me, like we are very common to each other

you ask me to do for you, those common things i do for those i care for

i tried once to give you everything and you would refuse to take it

i try now not for you, but for some other star in the nights sky

to me, it shines just a brightly as you once shined in my eyes

i do not know this star the way i knew you, for it to push me away

i am full to the brim of all the mistakes i have made

flooded over even the plain of my heart that was filled with love for you

random acts of graphics

2011-08-31T16:12:00.000-07:00

trying to keep my head straight by tripping yours out

night and day with out you

2011-08-28T19:26:00.000-07:00

the wind blew a spec of sand into my eye

and i cryed

i had lost my clear sight

the wind blew you too far away from me

and i cryed

i had lost a piece of my heart

i could not see my future with out you

in my dreams you were still there by my side

my hand still cradled by your hand

there was a dream were snow was falling all around us

as we made love upon a mountain top of great height

i knew that we were safe together

even as the snow piled around me

even as it froze my body

my heart was still with content

i woke up and in reality my heart was bleeding for some peace

it beat a discontent rattle

poison coarsed through it

and you hands were in your pocket

and mine were held alone

i dreamt that id die in your arms

i also dreamt that you left me for her

and told me to never think of you again

each morning i wake up and you are on my mind

i can hypnotize myself to think the other way

because this is torture in both reality and my dreams

in reality i can take the pain away for a short while

but in my dreams i feel 1000 years of every feeling

to a freedom i cannot know

2011-08-27T22:44:00.000-07:00

shake me from my stillness

i prayed for you

i prayed for a more open heart

and here i am. closing it off.

i prayed to be awakened to a different point of view

i broke everything i made to humble me

i took in my hand the seed of life

and threw it into my acid heart

burned its flesh till it became a part of me

i took from you some dream

that we could be together

and i covered it with poison

i drank the liquid left over from it

i would like to have died at that moment

but i kept living

in this pain of poison in my own heart

in this life i keep dying and i do not experience a freedom from it

when will my soul float free

when can i temper disease that is me

what does love have to do with it?

2011-08-19T12:48:00.000-07:00

what is love? but a second hand emotion?

I remember being young and ignorrantly dumb when I decided to leave Corey for.... ?... not sure what for. For a feeling that if I could know a love so great with him at my young age, that surely I would know a love even greater. At that age you think you can contain in your brain a truly vast amount of knowledge. However, as your consciousness grows, that vessel grows infinately greater. The kinds of love I have known since Corey have been infinately greater and worse. The worse have made me forget myself, and give up on truly identifying moments in my life for some facade of their own dreams. These are insignifigant, because they are in the shadow of what truly wonderful loves I have known. Ones that teach me things about myself, things I had forgot or lost along my singular path. Ones whose paths have lay next to mine through out our journeys together. They have taught me things I did not know about the world because they can share their visions with me. They have also let me show them my visions, a comfort when such sights can be so binding. They have reminded me and led me along a path that may always be singular in nature. To trasnscend means to not give yourself to one other person. I will have to be a gift shared with all, so if one person does get my heart, the gift he will possess may be too great to bear.

ix sei haan

2011-08-18T12:34:00.000-07:00

may i breath openly into your consciousness

where is the dream that gives me another path way

am i to know with out you and with you in the same life

can i tell you i love you and so i must destroy

all of it

i could love you so completely but i could not forget myself

my heart remains singularly twined into itself

the knots pulled so tight

but when i close my eyes i see you looking back at me

that vision is still engrained to my memory

you stretched my dreams into an eternity i could see with in one horizon

i can see on this plain my future self and my past self

i can see where you have touched my heart

and i can see where you have let go

i cannot see beyond this

the thorn in my paw

2011-08-04T15:33:00.001-07:00

the thorn in my paw

it bleeds pain

with out bleeding me

i am tied to a tree

for wolves i wait

under half lit moon sky

scare up a mess of birds in my heart

flocking a pitter patter

poetic ponders

2011-07-17T11:11:00.001-07:00

you gave me breath

and when i took it in

you gave me a thousand

vision of what could have been

for our future selves

im trying to work out this poem that explains how i feel as a young woman witch. i want to explain falling in love and feeling it is the meant to be and not knowing if its love or just a spell your mind created. this will be a poem about mastery through loss of control.

Dear Eliot Lipp (revised)

2011-07-01T17:10:00.000-07:00

Thank you for playing Re:generation. That sure was a blast! I got to hoop to most all of your set. I'm sure that was as weird for you as it was for me! I'm entirely grateful to get to be alive in the universe right now, with producing beats for me to move to. What a wonderful world it is indeed!

Alrighty, now when is the next super party?

dear eliot lipp

2011-06-19T02:11:00.000-07:00

oh how many times i thought itd be cool to see you spin live, or play one of your tunes for me. i dont know anymore. im not that into live shows. im pretty bored these days. i was gona try and see you at hornings with beats antique and the necatar of bass and etc. but im not that into trying. youre amazing. i hope you keep making tunes that inspire me day in and day out

the transcendental truth

2011-06-18T00:01:00.000-07:00

i spent all of last month listening to the phish cds you left me, in my art studio making things to show the world how much i loved it. now that that's all over i am left feeling helpless. where else am i suppossed to go from here. i seem to be alone all the time. and thats ok, when im around too many people i begin to crave days like this. the hours and the sun shine drag on. the insomnia although full of rest is fruitless. my skin is crawling and i know thats just the psychosis. just the way it feels to be a vast nothingness.

looking for directions?

2011-06-11T12:30:00.000-07:00

artemis held a steady breath

point to point

arrow aimed

if i shoot remember not

to breath

your exhale may direct

my arrows course

from its natural

inclination upon the earth

everybody is vearing

id like to stay the course

even when we tread high waters

or grass or snow fields

the thickest swamp mud

i will hit my aim intended mark

you left a beautiful scar on my

heart

how it felt to feel again

with this lame planet extending

past me

with this lame heart

still beating inside of me

onto the next chapter

2011-06-09T13:14:00.000-07:00

there is a space in between you and me

the space is as big as the USA

there has been this lull in your affection

im so tired of screaming inside

i have a blues song that echos in and out of my ears

sung by this earth of mine as it cries

i wont be following, youve walked too far away

the moon has a hazey glow tonight

2011-06-06T09:27:00.001-07:00

im taking a derive through out all your public parks

after DUSK

I want you to know that i have been drinking from glass containers

and took the liberty to smoke a bowl

here and ther through out your moon light, providing the only

light I can see, tree top canopy

I want to perpetually walk you home.

but I walk home alone no matter the day,

till the day i've walked all the eath till the day I die

I keep saying I want to sleep open air in

these woods but I'm so distracted by my insomnia that is worse out here.

I guess what Im saying is that i'd like to be unconsious next to you.

beca use your heart is what lulls me to sleep.

there is a slave here.

i am alone all the time, even though youre by myside.

i have anxiety over being here

being here on this earth during this time

astrologically.

everything in between yall

at a party looking at yall

bruises on my hands and wrists and ventricals and knees for how I fell for you

Im at odds and ends with you

holding onto things I have to do

I'd like to teleport when you call

I was looking for a way to burn out brightly

27 go to heaven

I need you naked in a forest with the wolf skull in your hands

the sun threads will fractal out in front of your face

weaving visions out of my mind and into the sky

oh dandelion, dandelion

i like to walk the sidewalks because

i feel like there is still a space in between me and whats around me

I like touching the leaves while im walking

It makes me feel like there will be growth outside beyond me

by the side of the road

2011-06-03T11:18:00.001-07:00

you tell me ive got an awful long way to go

well look at you babe, you havent even hit the road

my feet face forward always ready for on the lamb

the poet inside of me wants to be able to scream

this road wants to be hitched, i just cant get up and go

ive been standing here waiting for you

thinking of all the places i could be

waiting for the "every thing you need, you have with in you"

just one more time to know what she said will hold true

before i pick up my heals and kick up the dirt

the way you move me

2011-05-20T02:33:00.000-07:00

youre holding me by my hip

you dictate language to me

you direct the way i move for you

when you offer me your hand

the best laid path is set before me

because im walking next to you

in my heart i feel this pull

in cooridination with your push

FREE WILL

2011-05-19T04:24:00.000-07:00

This is an excellent time to study the cosmos if you acted on principles the cosmos is actively encouraging you to to be a little extra selfish and

eager to bend the world to meet your needs it's crucial that you do this politely and graciously.

it's a great time to stick out further in harmonious alingment with the astrological omens its a high time to work creatively and

appreciatively with what nature has given you

not try to force it to accommodate some soulless desire.

-Appropriated text taken from Free Will Astrology by Rob Brezny, The Stranger, Week of March 30th 2011

do i own my body?

2011-05-11T01:01:00.000-07:00

i could contain in my brain

my ownership over my own body

but i do not even own my brain

at this point in my life

muscle memory is a more consistent truth

at this point in my life

if i owned my own body would i still feel alone,

cold pain, that will not cease

i am alone staring at the ghost in the wall

drifting in between a memory and history

listening to the strain in my heart beat

i do not have a way of being free, with out constraint

i dont have much outside myself that makes me complete

ten minutes on a wall, is like ten minutes with out heroin

thank god i've already gone through with drawl

give me freedom

or give me death...

but right now, alone, i'd rather die.

i can't pretend enough

but right now, i'd rather be alone

than to know the emptiness in my heart with out you.

translucid historical dreaming

2011-04-21T00:51:00.000-07:00

my dream catcher draped over my mind

like a dewy webbed blanket covering my consciousness

wrapping around my being protectively

seperating me from a voided space in between

i am going to walk the city underneath my conscious memory

remember the history in this space before me

Pizza T vs. Charlies Sheen

2011-03-16T01:13:00.000-07:00

I got to record this vid @ the Olympia Artesian Free Well

I LOVE Olympia and the PTZKE!

hot chip - on life stand

2011-03-09T14:47:00.001-08:00

Tell me where you’ve been to
Nowhere that you shouldn’t do
Tell me what you’re good for
I can tell you something too
Where have you been staying?
Tell me what you’re playing
Hope it’s not my conscience
But it keeps complaining

Didn’t meet you in an alley
The cats they weren’t complaining
I met you in the daylight
Our visions misbehaving
I offer you my temper
With the hope that you would tame me
We built ourselves a shelter
You will always be my baby

Feeling, keep on feeling, keep on feeling

I only wanna be your one life stand (Keep on feeling)
Tell me do you stand by your man? (Keep on feeling)
I only wanna be your one life stand (Keep on feeling)
Tell me do you stand by your man? (Keep on feeling)

Wishes keep remaining
Nothing worth containing
A balloon with air is escaping
Is nothing but a plaything
Moments keep us guessing
And lead us from temptation
But better to embrace them
And measure our elation

I only wanna be your one life stand (Keep on feeling)
Tell me do you stand by your man? (Keep on feeling)
I only wanna be your one life stand (Keep on feeling)
Tell me do you stand by your man? (Keep on feeling)
(Could this be, could this be?)
I only wanna be your one life stand (Keep on feeling)
(Could this be, could this be?)
Tell me do you stand by your man? (Keep on feeling)
(Could this be, could this be?)
I only wanna be your one life stand (Keep on feeling)
(Could this be, could this be?)
Tell me do you stand by your man? (Keep on feeling)

why are you always so serious?

2011-03-07T20:01:00.000-08:00

and when can i be something you consider just as seriously?

i like kissing you in the rain when you walk me home at night

but i want to kiss you in the summer sunshine just as bad

i am looking at you through a pinhole trying to capture you

but really i want to be holding your hand in my hand

surreal blindspots, kisses in the dark, strange distance, cold nights

2011-03-03T01:23:00.000-08:00

there are these spots in my vision

they fade in and out, i may be losing my sight

the way you hold the sky in your hands

makes you look like more of a man

what are you thinking when youre looking at me

theres a breath in between

the sky and the seam of the earth

but everything else in the world

has lost a sense of worth

freezing toes, alone in the snow

kissing snow flakes on my lips turned to blue

lost in the forest of nothing with out you

turning around in my head just to be here again

funny how hypothermia hallucinations look just like you

my heart pulled apart

2011-02-26T03:18:00.000-08:00

there is a death inside of me

it takes me deep into the waves

the surf and the storm and the surge

makes it hard for me to see

bearing navigation becomes irrelevent

because my own love has drown me

im pulling my heart apart in pieces

hoping you wont toss me aside

and the salt water burns

my eyes and my throat

there is no land for a heart so lost

just deeper currents to swim

some small poems on loving you

2011-02-19T13:38:00.000-08:00

i am the roots and the tree,

you are the air and the wind,

holding my branches rooted to the sun

as i hold you to the earth.

i listen to the vibrations of the curve,

you look like radial sunshine and

to kiss you is like kissing open up the universe.

-----

hold my heart, open in your hands
take me apart, then youll understand
this is more than just in my blood
it's in my flesh and in my nerves
it's salt water mist, wind blown to your hair
while your standing on the sand at the shore

already know the stories of my life

2011-02-16T14:01:00.000-08:00

grateful dead - high time

You told me goodbye, how was I to know
you didn't mean goodbye, you meant please don't let me go?

I was having a high time, living the good life, well I know

The wheels are muddy, got a ton of hay,
now listen here, Baby, 'cause I mean what I say.

I'm having a hard time, living the good life, well I know.

I was losing time, I had nothing to do,
no one to fight, I came to you.
Wheels broke down, leader won't draw,
the line is busted, the last one I saw.
Tomorrow come trouble, tomorrow come pain,
now don't think too hard Baby, 'cause I know what I'm saying.

I could show you a high time, living the good life, don't be that way.

Nothing's for certain, it could always go wrong,

We could have us a high time, living the good life, well I know.

on our paths

2011-02-12T12:57:00.001-08:00

we were on a star stretched plain

you were running far ahead of me

i was walking so simply

you twist around and yell at me

how did we get this far

i return your call, look how far we've come

you take one small step in my direction

and suddenly you fly towards me

wrap your arms around

you say look how far we've come together

royksopp - what else is there

2011-02-10T12:41:00.000-08:00

It was me on that road
But you couldn't see me
Too many lights out, but nowhere near here

It was me on that road
Still you couldn't see me
And then flashlights and explosions

Roads end getting nearer
We cover distance but not together

I am the storm I am the wonder
And the flashlights nightmares
And sudden explosions

I don't know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

It's about you and the sun
A morning run
The story of my maker
What I have and what I ache for

I've got a golden ear
I cut and I spear
And what else is there

Roads and getting nearer
We cover distance still not together

If I am the storm if I am the wonder
Will I have a flashlights nightmares
And sudden explosions

There's no room where I can go and
You've got secrets too

I don't know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

the devil is just another way for christians to kill off other's culture

2011-02-10T03:10:00.000-08:00

living in the universe knowing you exist

2011-02-10T01:22:00.001-08:00

I felt star crossed
like a plot on a line
set on a distant path
my heart set on fire
self-immolating gas
to see light years
after I have left space

a little bit of a story

2011-02-09T23:36:00.000-08:00

there was a rose sitting in the window sill,

it dried a little each day in the sun,

the smooth petals fastened into wrinkles,

like skin on your face with the summer sun,

the wrinkles are lines becoming roads on a map,

to trace back each step we took,

so that when we have come far away from where we began,

we can be confident where we stand

looking around at all we can grasp in our hands

a letter to travis kerschen of a thousand cranes

2011-02-09T23:22:00.000-08:00

maybe you can pretend to be my therapist and i can tell you what i've been going through as of late.

its really wild shit, like your music. its amazing to listen to it, its like a meditation. most art is i believe. im not good at quiet meditation. i stopped doing heroin this year. it was my resolution and probably the only one in my life i will successfully stick too. i quit doing coke because it became inconvenient. heroin however i only quit because i came to quite a desperate time in my life. i couldnt see myself go on living the way i was living. i was watching myself outside of myself and i realized i could never get back to myself unless i made that change. i started getting sober in november, relapsed a few times, but havent used since jan 3. ive never experienced anything like that with anything ive ever done. i would have a lot of people tell me there were toxins built up in my body. it was the reason for such and such. they never would say to my face they knew i was using but i knew they knew. on january first a friend told me i was healer and that was the reason i had come into her life. thats what solidified it for me. i knew she was right, i also knew there was no way possible i could do anything to heal anything outside of myself, until i had done a thorough healing of myself. i am still in that process. there are lots of things i am doing to cleanse my body. im trying some meditations ive never tried before. im learning about herbal medicine. im going to do some raw fooding etc. i am not a whole and complete person by any means. i can only imagine my spirit is full of blank spots in which i have been slowly creating through all my self destructive behaviours. maybe you can reikei (sp?) me from a distance? i think about all the healers i know in my life, all of my shamans. that is how i know my friend must be right. I have been paying at least some attention to what is going on around me. it overwhelmes me how these people come into my world and I fall in love with the beauty of it. like i know i cant heal, i also know i cant love with out a whole being to love with. i recently met a person that i was overwhelmed by, and i opened myself up honestly. i told him a few things about my past and at that moment he didnt think anything of it. two weeks of silence go by and he just now gets back to me with, "i cant risk any of it right now, i cant be in a relationship with another junkie, i cant be anything more than friends". i feel stupid for being so honest with a person. i know his feelings are completely valid and i wish i could have been some one different because i feel like i will be suffering from my past for a very long time. im really scare it might be forever.

yes!

2011-02-08T03:47:00.001-08:00

JESUS CHRIST IT'S HIPPIES. Hippies and former Vikings head coach Brad Childress.

i've been carrying this around in my pocket constantly, now i know why

2011-02-08T03:24:00.001-08:00

Quartz, Fairy (White Fairy Quartz)
Fairy Quartz is a fledgling Spirit Quartz, showing the milky white lazer wand point and a light coating of smaller crystals growing on it. Fairy Quartz has a very soothing energy, which brings peace and calm to those in its energy field, including the groups, families, and individuals. This soothing energy is extremely beneficial for emotional pain or illness. It also brings heightened energy even as it calms. Fairy Quartz is great for meditation. Physically, Fairy Quartz is used for detoxifying the body and tissues, removing pain, and overall healing.

This crystal can be used in meditation to provide insights to family and/or community problems. It has also been used to activate and cleans other minerals, enhance the energy transfer of other minerals to stimulate healing on all levels, increase both physical and intellectual fertility, provide protection from harm, dreaming and astral projection.

I believe this is most likely my wand.

edit - i lost this little rock. i think i had filled it to the brim with my sickness and as most necessary things, the world carried it away from me. i am sorry i lost something, but i am not sorry i lost the sickness with it.

so thats what they were talking about

2011-02-05T00:43:00.001-08:00

the rapture - the coming of spring

Get yourself together!
Get out of your head
Without outer persuasions
You're better off dead
Learn how to breathe
You'd better learn how to shine
These obser-ma-vations
Are mah-ma-ma, mah-ma-ma,
muh-ma-ma-ma-mine.

Down on your knees
Pleading for life
Shards of a mirror
And twist of a knife
So get yourself together
Unwrapped ball of twine
These obser-ma-vations
are mah-ma-ma, mah-ma-ma,
muh-ma-ma-ma-mine.

No
(one heart) No, nah-no
(one heart) No, nah-no
(one heart) No, nah-no
(one heart) No, nah-no

That seemed natural.

2011-02-03T02:36:00.000-08:00

I’ve never been good at writing about the past. I’m focusing on living in the present, and forgetting the bad memories seems to be vital to this process. It’s impossible though, to go on living as though something never happened. You ignore it long enough, until one day all of a sudden, reality overwhelms you. To persevere you confront your past self, face to face. The first time was after high school graduation. The impending decision of college and hypothetically, the rest of my life. As it turns out, I made the wrong choice and was in this situation over and over again.

Some people don’t face it. They just dance right by. They’re just listening to the rhythm, they’re not counting it, nor are they in time. It’s close, but not like fluid love.

It was another hot, South Texas Fourth of July. I was going to be attending a small local Catholic University the next fall. A musical friend from the Houston rave scene had invited me to a barbeque at his house in the Heights. It was my first real time spent in the Houston Heights, a neighborhood just north of down town past the first inner loop. I didn’t realize how close I would come to know this little creative cradle in the city.

I walked into the front door of John Dunnock’s fourth ward home and the house was empty with the exception of noise drifting in from the back door through the kitchen. The living room was filled with musical instruments from a full five piece band. Alone on the arm of a couch across from the rest of the set was tambourine meant to be added to cymbal stand of a drum kit. I heard some laughter from outside, which gave me a twinge of anxiety and I put that tambourine away in my car. I’m not a big kleptomaniac but I felt I it would be safe for future use. Most barbeques gave me anxiety, but at John’s we could play whatever records we wanted and there were vegan patties with Swiss burgers and barbeque sauce. That burger was a staple in my life.
It’s hard to say when I invited Motion Turns It On, the house band, back to my car for a bowl. I noticed Derrick looked like the person to smoke with. He asked if his friends could come, gathered up Little John, Steve and Bill, who shared a birthday with me. I felt I had just met the most real people at this barbeque filled with faces I had always seen but never known.

We got to talking about music when we were in my green SUV, passing a pipe. When they said they were all in a band together and had just played at Dunnock’s house, that’s when I realized the tambourine I had grabbed belonged to one of them. I pulled out the tambourine and said that it needed a friend. Steve, the bands drummer said that I could keep it, as long as I play it in their band for them. That seemed natural.

Throughout the next year I would meet them on the first floor, in room seven, of the Francisco Lofts just east of down town Houston in the industrial warehouse district.

I was familiar with this space, since I had been coming to this crevice of the city as a teen exploring the rave era. A friend had once thrown a party on the fourth floor, most of it was an art party for the artists there to show off their art. I saw Rebecca French and her dance company, Freneticore, perform. I went to an audition with Freneticore and joined the dance company for two years. It took me a while to determine which practice space was seven. But out of the maze of studios, two were filled with sound, and one with Motion Turns It On.

I memorized that door as a position in a star filled constellation that my heart kept as a safe space to always return to. I tried singing for them and I tried playing the piano for them. I couldn’t find that my melody fit with them. I was most receptive to Steve teaching me how to play the drums. I was a rhythm specialist with all my days spent dancing and counting music. I tried to bring my poetry to practice one day, but Little John was the only one who could read the rhythm in my verses and he was the one I felt confidence with I needed to share these feelings with out loud. I asked him to let me practice drums for him on guitar. He had some things he wanted to play that he couldn’t get out in MTIO and I had some things I needed to say but I didn’t know how.

I don’t like reading to people, I wasn’t comfortable, but I had to keep speaking. John put me in front of the drums and had me keep simple rhythms while he worked out his mind via the guitar. Sometimes he would compliment me so well, telling me the thing I just got out of my head was “just right,” and then “play it again, only faster and over and over again”. I know of making one recording on a simple four-track cassette recorder at the Leeland house late one night. I was impressed we had ever gotten something down as a finished song. Because of that recording, it’s the song we both can still remember how to play. It was my first real lesson in the importance of putting down your material for future reference, a tool I still don’t utilize as often as I should. Mostly, we specialized in incoherent screams and tribal grunge rock. We were often referred to Bauhaus for some reason I’m not sure, I don’t listen to them.

I was obsessed with The Vaselines, The Pixies, and The Flaming Lips at the time. All this was influenced by Little John. Every time I would mess up, John would tell me the right words to get it going again. Everything made sense. I had moved into the Leeland house, which was the cause of the unfortunate disappearance of my most prized kitten Shade. Every night we spent at the practice space or at that house, was like a 90’s music video to me, just ten years too late.

I know we did ok as a band because when we played upstairs in Rudyard’s Pub no one walked out in the middle of our set. I wore a fringed out disco wedding dress I had borrowed from Kelly Smelly and my authentic silver blue sky, Doc Martens. We had invited our friend Justin to help us with the crash cymbal to help keep me focused on the vocals and my anxiety low. When we finished I ran off stage and hid behind a stack and John played one final last song solo. The audience clapped and cheered after every song. There’s nothing like screaming your feelings out loud. There was nothing comparable after that. In fact, I experienced a long void of creativity. I felt all my means were incomparable to what I needed to express. The last show we played together was at Dean’s Home of Easy Credit on Main street in down town Houston. We were almost in a wreck on the way to the show when some one ran a red light. That night threw me and I didn’t feel comfortable playing again.

John and I had also spent lots of time apart before that set. I had just gotten out of the detrimental relationship with Shane also marking the beginning of my sobriety from cocaine. This was a new state of mind and marked the impending move to Washington, to explore life in a different view. Sometimes everything is dancing all around you. The people, the music, the lights, you go out in time for the street lights to come on and refuse to return home till they’ve gone off again. It’s the motivation to stay awake at night, and sleep during hot southern heat.

Keep the Streets Empty For Me

2011-01-30T03:45:00.000-08:00

memory comes when memory's old

i am never the first to know
following this stream up north
where do people like us float?

there is room in my lap
for bruises, asses, handclaps
i will never disappear
for forever, i'll be here

whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me

i learned to not eat the snow
my fur is hot, my tongue is cold
on a bed of spider web
i think about to change myself

a lot of hope in one man tent
there's no room for innocence
so take me home before the storm
velvet mites will keep us warm

whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me

whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me

uncover our heads and reveal our souls
we were hungry before we were born

ooops, i appear to have stepped into a star puddle

2011-01-29T04:03:00.001-08:00

it kinda falls apart at the end
but here::

there is a star in the sky
with a twinkle, catches my drifting eye
there is no rain tonight
the moon shines high
focusing light through pine needle leaves
sewing in and out the tides
pulling my heart strings tight
there is a star in your eyes
it speaks to the surprise
all my ever changing fears
a calm and steady beat that breaths
in and about pine needle leaves
a rhythm breathing midnight into the air
holding on a pedistal the star in your eye
when it twinkles back to me

*Eleanor Josephine

its my more enlightened being friends

2011-01-29T03:56:00.000-08:00

which oh my, im meeting so many

miraculous beautifuls, it overwhelmes

how much i want to be with people

rather than high on drugs

Spiritualized - Anyway That You Want Me

2011-01-28T06:12:00.000-08:00

If its love that you want
Baby you got it
From the depth of my soul
Baby you got it
Ive been watching you
Am I loving you in vain
Girl theres no need to explain
Anyway that you want me
Anyway that youll take me
Anyway that youll make me feel a part of you
Anyway at all

If theres dreams in your heart
Theyll last forever
From the depth of my soul
Ill make them come true
Ive been watching you
Am I loving you in vain
Girl theres no need to explain

Anyway that you want me
Anyway that youll take me
Anyway that youll make me feel a part of you
Anyway at all

the lesser animals are the only ones who truly see our wold for what it is...

2011-01-27T03:21:00.001-08:00

if you were walking a tight rope in between heaven and hell would you spare a feeling to continue and not try to fall?

only makes sense in moonlight

2011-01-27T03:05:00.000-08:00

there is a star in the sky

with a twinkle, catches my drifting eye

there is no rain tonight

the moon shines high

focusing light through pine needle leaves

sewing in and out the tides

pulling my heart strings tight

there is a star in your eyes

it speaks to the surprise

all my ever changing fears

a calm and steady beat that breaths

in and about pine needle leaves

a rhythm breathing midnight into the air

holding on a pedistal the star in your eye

when it twinkles back to me

where am i in all of this?

2011-01-26T23:58:00.000-08:00

its almost a month into 2011. the best year yet. i am full to the brim. i feel like the painting on my wall of a bucket with the bottom dropping out, so full with water over flowing. im at a new chapter in my life. i am independantly free and thinking from all of the substances that held me down for years before. i remember feeling the anxiety of needed the release. and to my surprise i do not have that same anxiety. my heart is calm, not wanting to race. my mind is appeased and full of a brand new appetite. my paintbrush, like a chamelion, changing color from setting scene. i cant even describe all the images in my mind. i cant find the words and painting only seems a fitting way to show my visions. that and drums. i want to play and dance and sing, oh the joyful song of discovery and rediscovery and independant wealth. not the wealth of money but wealth of love and vision.

you are like a tree for me

2011-01-23T18:24:00.000-08:00

oh how i grow, how i grow
wrapped in your roots like arms
under your leaves and shade
never have i felt so strong
than with my hands in your hands
holding up my heart

i dont know what's wrong with me

2011-01-13T00:32:00.000-08:00

i dont feel like i can relate right now

i want a perfect collaboration

i miss the good ol "scum" dayz

i want some one to know what im thinking

and say it for me

i want to be able to understand some one's feelings

strange days

2011-01-09T05:24:00.000-08:00

my biggest fear is that i cannot save the planet

i dont know what that means

but i dont want to see the end.

of any thing good

it will slip through my fingers like sand

the expected unexpected will catch up with me

and the silence that comes next

i can only hope nature persists

Craftin ALL night LONG

2011-01-03T13:14:00.001-08:00

Recently I completed this order of Hookah Tube Slip Covers for a local glass artist, whom which I will also soon be photographing his portfolio for online use and then I will link you to his work. In the mean time, here are hookah slip covers. They definately add some character to the plain and sterile looking latex fitting to the glass on glass hookah pieces.

Mike Salvucci Musical Mystic

2010-12-29T01:50:00.000-08:00

AKA

KETAMINE FIGHT CLUB

he builds most of all his synth himself. some light sensitive, so no FLASH!! its incredibly exciting to photograph sound influenced light. truly a beautiful experience and completely an experience. some of the most beautiful photographs ive taken are from this set, which itself has little to no editing. the entire series of photographs can be seen on my flickr under the set KETAMINE FIGHT CLUB

also I helped him to videograph one of his live performances seen here

A Jahla Request

2010-12-28T00:38:00.000-08:00

is that I use tumblr. and post pictures all da time! so i will...

PRESENTING

CAKE AND WHORES

pretty little Princest

2010-12-28T00:02:00.000-08:00

here is your photographic introduction to Princest one of Olympia's finest and newest additions to the thrashable music endeavor. Line up includes of Ben Farr on guitar and vocals, Brandt Kempin on bass and Brendan Kelley on drums, encouraged by all, you can tell by fans reactions...

The entire photo series can be seen on my flickr here, Princest

recent creations

2010-12-27T19:13:00.000-08:00

not a great photo, but this is the most recent painting of mine, sold to Mason Bechtal in Houston, TX

anklets for christmas presents to friends and family

winter love candles

in asst scents of wintergreen, patchouli, sandlewood, lemongrass, lavender, amber and tea tree oil.

Redtail HAWKwing

2010-12-27T03:43:00.001-08:00

Newest additions to the collection

2010-12-26T13:57:00.000-08:00

This cute little fox head is ring! Skulk pryde 4 lyfe! by IAMYOURPRESENT

Sweatheart earrings by IAMYOURPRESENT!

Gosh etsy.com is like heaven!

say its over... Kaskade and Mindy Gledhill

2010-12-13T16:09:00.001-08:00

From where I stand, I can see the stars,
Surrounding us tonight
From far away, I can see them shine
See their little lights,

See its over,
C'mon say it, over
There's no give and take here,
Nothing more at stake here

See its over,
C'mon say it, over,
Staring into nothing
(Staring into nothing, nothing)

From where I stand, I can see the stars,
But are they more than lights?
And do I know, if they're still alive?
That echoes through the night.

See its over,
C'mon say it, over
There's no give and take here,
Nothing more at stake here

See its over,

C'mon say it, over,
Staring into nothing
(Staring into nothing, nothing, nothing)

C'mon say it, over

All I know,
You could be a ghost in my head,
So I won't give my world for this no,
Blinded by a light that has opened up, years ago (?)

See its over,
C'mon say it, over
There's no give and take here,
Nothing more at stake here

See its over,
C'mon say it, over,
Staring into nothing
(Staring into nothing, nothing, nothing)

See its over,
C'mon say it, over.

true unconditional love cannot exist between two people

2010-12-09T15:48:00.000-08:00

only two or more people and really, it should include every one on this planet. but when people take into consideration sexual love, they begin to have conditions and expectations and that is no way to survive in the wild today.

walking the cow

2010-12-09T04:36:00.001-08:00

Trying to remember,
But my feelings can’t know for sure.
Try to reach out
But it’s gone...

Lucky stars in your eyes...
I’m walking the cow...

I really don’t know how I came here...
I really don’t know why I’m stayin’ here...
Oh, Oh, Oh. I’m walking the cow...

Tried to point my finger,
But the wind keeps blowin’ me around
In circles...circles...

Lucky stars in your eyes...
I’m walking the cow...

I really don’t know what I have to fear...
I really don’t know why I have to care...
Oh, Oh, Oh. I’m walkin’ the cow...
Lucky stars in your eyes...

today is a paranthetical haiku. today is the best day of my life

2010-12-09T02:44:00.000-08:00

i know,

youd like to take me

with the

eyes you see me

but you

dont know how

to take

my heart by the hand

and take

my hand by the hip

and take

the heart by the hip

New Love of my Life

2010-12-07T22:23:00.000-08:00

I think I've been so busy with all the other transitions in my life that I almost forgot to mention the biggest one of all. I am leaving the solitary life behind me and have settled into what will be a long-term committed relationship. It's so nice to have some one to cuddle with every night and some one who misses you when you've been gone all day and gives you hugs and kisses when you walk in the door!

Meet Chanel, High Priestess Jaguaress!

She is utmost amazing in every way! Very smart for her age and increadibly loving! And she loves to wear bows, which is awesome and super cute! Look out for more fun photos from this new little fluffy face!

New Things

2010-12-06T03:28:00.000-08:00

I upgraded my flickr. to a pro account, giving me great photo sharing capabilities. I will probably find something better now that I'm tied down for a year, but that's just me. So feel free to visit, and visit often

http://www.flickr.com/photos/exxie_screwface/

all of my school projects will be uploaded through there as well as the photos I share with you on here!

LOVE, CONSUMER FEAR DEPT

I HEART DYLAN

2010-12-04T04:23:00.000-08:00

it's what the shirt says....

you know, from 90210

..... Luke Perry, Duh!

I hand painted the boots myself, they were kind of an early x-mas present from my brother and his girlfriend that I thought needed a little bit of black light responsitivity :)

Love, GNG

New shoes

2010-12-03T18:24:00.001-08:00

MY BEAUTIFUL ROCKET

2010-12-01T02:08:00.000-08:00

It's weird how a girl can get so excited over make-up, lip stick alone. But I can, as long as it comes in bright and bold colours most girls could only dream of being bold enough themselves to wear it. In fact when I opened the magic parcel all the stress from the past week lifted and I was filled with an excitement for the future. Where, oh where are all of the places I will get to perse my opaque orange lips? All the pictures to be graced with such a high light? Due to the super importance of this lip colour, it was sold out and I couldn't buy from Lime Crime directly and had to settle to order second hand from a small lightly trafficked web shop. As soon as I can collect enough Christmas cash I am certain to upgrade my make-up collection even further with more of Lime Crime's spectacular lip colours andeyeshadows! These colours are to die for! and UNICORNS! <3

http://www.limecrimemakeup.com/

here is the beginning of the magick to come

OUT ALL NIGHT LONG

2010-11-27T02:03:00.001-08:00

on confronting a fear

2010-11-23T03:33:00.000-08:00

sitting on a collumn

long, tall, pedistal

half submerged in a merky fluid

shooting me above it all

as some island plateau

keeping me distant and astranged

from objects blurred

by my poor site

to know they are not near

dip my toe in the pond

resulting in chills to my spine

and a shiver through my ears

inspiring a steady rise upward

and a leap into mid air

diving into what once a muck

turned suddenly clear

in search of sun

2010-11-19T18:35:00.001-08:00

admist reflection

2010-11-15T01:05:00.001-08:00

things up north

2010-11-11T14:18:00.000-08:00

Trippy clothes man

2010-10-31T20:50:00.001-07:00

FREE AIRWAVES

2010-10-24T18:42:00.000-07:00

its this time of year that i should listen to more music. its the lack of vitamin d or something that when replaced with music, the depression doesnt seem so bad. during the summer i forget i have a clock radio. I turn it on and its tuned to 98.5 fm in Olympia. it's really the only radio i listen to any more. considering rice radio in houston texas is at risk of corporate demise. i support the community and public and pirate radio waves as a fight for humanity.

here are some new bad ass show times on free radio olympia:

The weed Power Hour with Niel DIamond and Terra Irrie Tuesdays 6:30-9pm
The Garden of Fatal Fllowers with Sister Ray & Cloudy Diamond tuesdays 9-11pm
GLITCH N GROWL RADIO TUESDAYS 11pm-1am

Its a whole tuesday night of awesome radio tunes

KARRGO BOSSAJOVA

2010-10-21T03:03:00.000-07:00

they're funky

they're soulfull

they come from the beautiful valley known as ashland oregon *not possitive its a valley

and they're the best part of Glitch N Growlll's SUMMER 2010 Experience

they were also the grand hosts of the first annual Ashland Mind and Music festival, which was a perfect ending to my summer of fest vending and large doses of exploration...

the pink ranger has been a long time supporter of Karrgo Bossajova

ORGANIK TIME MACHINE

2010-10-15T18:59:00.000-07:00

thankyou to all of ashland oregon for the great MIND AND MUSIC FEST!

here's one of my favorite acts from the weekend, Organik Time Machine.

Ashley fire dancing with OTM

visit Organik Time Machine on Facebook

Amazing... and Amazingly Easy

2010-09-16T05:55:00.000-07:00

... just like your favorite five dollar hookers

my friend Oh Pony did a step by step How To on GLITTERIZING almost any surface pretty much permanately! It's a great way to add some sparkle in your life, or get back at that pesky ex of yours that loathed your drug of choice, glitter.

Glue Glitter by Oh Pony! at Trash and Garnish

click the link for complete instructions.

Great for:

jazzing up that bland wall in your house

reviving old furniture

street art

pranks

bar art

fun and safe kids craft activity

even great flooring solution *use either shelac or varnish instead of elmer's or simply coat with either after glue glitter has dried solidly clear throughout

Admist a Great Depression

2010-08-28T17:08:00.001-07:00

Why is it always summer that leaves me longing for more.
My heart is discontent in the heat
it beats slow and heavy with thick blood
I really need a fine line to walk
something pulling me out from in
im sitting in an event horizon of a black hole
im looking in and kicking out with all my effort
stretching myself thin

Awake in Mid AUGUST on a hot summer night

2010-08-26T03:18:00.000-07:00

I never knew melting felt like this.
I've melted before but never to this degree.
My vision gets blurry and then everything fades into irridescence gleams.
To stand up I feel dizzy.
Everything is lack luster of experience.
I am in love with the chill of your touch.
Your presence is the cool breaze in the heat.
I think I can't sleep but I spend forever in my dreams next to you.

Liz and the Arugula Harvest

2010-07-29T02:30:00.000-07:00

Olympia Double Tunnels

2010-07-28T03:26:00.000-07:00

more photos from this set can be viewed here
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4509832&l=a5eca71f03&id=610209056

Carson E. Bayness and previous works

2010-07-28T03:19:00.000-07:00

Hittin Up Graff Trains

2010-07-27T20:07:00.000-07:00

With a bottle of moonshine on hand...

the entire set can be viewed here
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4507970&l=514e710aa2&id=610209056

Ashley Gordon at the office known as Mccoy's

2010-07-27T19:19:00.000-07:00

Ashley creates hand crafted feather earrings and then travels to festivals and events to make her sales.
Here she finishes some detail work at McCoy's tavern before she hits the streets to hustle.

Jonah Trople's Adventures in Ghost Town

2010-07-20T21:32:00.000-07:00

Jonah hard at work in his Evergreen studio.

Group Show at Le Voyuer including the Ghost Town Art Gallery's Artists : Jonah Trople, Scott Young and Casey Jones

More images of this set can be seen here
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=194422&id=610209056&l=a42cd8c1d9

White Boss Eastside 4th ave hill House show

2010-07-20T19:57:00.000-07:00

Shawna and the Coi Mosaic

2010-07-20T02:37:00.000-07:00

The entire set is posted on my flickr
http://www.flickr.com/photos/exxie_screwface/sets/72157624418088001/