yes, i say it

right now, crafting>artmaking

poopsquat i have a lot to be doing right now...

current projects. 2 scarves and a secret gift for a friends bdaaaay.

Thanksgiving

I can think of a few things to be thankful for,
And a few places to forget.
Forgetting is such a task,
consumption
repugnance
Graceful swaying and saying
playful words
and serious looks
in early hours
the lights still off,
but a light there nonetheless.
I can forget the cold
and through process, repeated
find something similar.

OMG marc

i <3 marc by marc right now. and marc as marc. marc as mrs marc? yes better


give me this coat. http://www.marcjacobs.com/marc-by-marc-jacobs/mens-ready-to-wear/view-all/m202501/iridescent-compact-cotton-coat

Life props

Everyone spends alot of time collecting
trinkets and personalities
empty cans and reusable trash
what are we throwing away
if tomorrow someone is going to steal
one or two of our props
who will we be
difference, maintains its face-slapping
yes

some attempt at vanity, inadvertent

impromptu directions of hilarity
some gluttony, hold the meat
and remember that commy-t's and h's and l's inspire vanity
accidental none-the-less
so run quick, and avoid working with metal
knit knit knit the scarf that is not a 5 times larger espresso utensil
because all i'm failing to do is give into the strangely forceful attempt at control
by institution
do what you want
we be dead soon anyway

That place

Do I look dead or rude to you,

who stands morally obliged next to someones boyfriend

named too-drunk but friendly.

industry writes the walls behind and in front

happenstance art not an expression of genius

just something sold three times before this place.

We've made this place a palace for

dead dealers and rude looks.

See how I stand now, in spiral-spine mode,

twisted to talk to a friend three times removed,

and more lonely than someone closer

to the quiet door.

This stance an expression of how I am not

a boy who runs through doorways

because I know doorways are vastly less occupied

than the areas around them,

So you, who looks dead and rude,

look to me to see that a sobbing ex-girlfriend

and quiet beer drinker are the same in this palace

and their expensive rings are made of bottle caps.  

yes yes yes

Step one: collect all your fashion magazines

Step two: tear out all parfum samples

Step three: rub them all over you till you forget your own smell

Za za za

Warning Will Robinson

PUMKIN SOUP PUMKIN SOUP

I love this season.

for only one can advance

today I conquered something. a lax disposition?
a fallacy of influence, or a lazyness.
Really I accomplished this,
and adrenalin rush/artistic endeavor
and didn't think bad or twice, or aware.
I feel to do things and things I fell say this and that,
but boiling down emotions relays fatty smells and pain,
perhaps not mine, but one available enough to know,
ho foe doe show know,
za za za

Costume maybe and maybe-nots

Maybe
tooth-pick monster
muffin monster
a piece of twine
HOLY HOLY HOLY ginsberg style
meatwad
permanent marker man/toxicity experiment



Maybe-nots
Fecal matter
A coke-addicted famous person
a doormat
santa
a source of fire
a killer ninja

open greener space

It's a little cold near the bottom of the treehouse. The shade anticipates Fall. I did some laundry in response to said anticipation. Fall clothes are a near. I want the coat on the top left. MMM. zara menswear makes me want to knit a sweater. A big comfy poofy gray one. I need to get some new needles.

foolish human

You know those moments when you surprise yourself, and almost smile a little. Not a smug smile but more a smile similar to that of simultaneous self-absorption and completion. I hada one of those this very morning O' the ninth. Today is Thursday, today we will see Ajo, today I will work till 5, today I will pass on some kind of experiment and try to do something normal, and lastly today I will prepare for when night equals day 2 weeks from now.

Herbs for Maybon : Tabacco, Sage, Rose, Myrrh, Honeysuckle, Acorn

Foods : Breads, Nuts, Apples, Pomegranate

Activities : Drying herbs, Making bread, Making wine, Drinking wine, Adorning graves with acorns and pinecones

Autumnal Equinox = Maybon (this year sept. 23 @ 3:09)

Short term goal = Relax on the second harvest. Don't squeeze myself dry. Better to get a nice bottle of wine and enjoy the whole thing.

Picture Scrim

By Peter Doig

Jugular

Trickling morphine,

Is night's old sumptuous path,

Numbness is hiding.

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I was running around today, but my brain was stuck in the same place. The next few weeks are not going to be enjoyable. Nov. 20 will be the best day of the month. Maybe I'll go to the Kandinsky retrospective for Thanksgiving break now that my moms surgery got postponed till January.

Hallow's Eve! + Full Moon!

My strict policy of not doing anything during a full moon will not be followed this fine night. Mildly because I may have accidentally already started doing things.

Merry Samhain.

Let's slay some livestock, and salt some meat. Pies also in celebration. Heed the thin veil between the two worlds. A day of mourning twice amplified, Saturn's gaze. Peering through may lead to visions of better, of past, of understandable time. Intentions seem to be getting lost too frequently and this time of rebuilding is going to be used to an absurd extent. I always enjoy my own litte féile na marbh, however alone is the truth of the moment.

Eyes and Ears

Yes please.

Tedious

I spin lace with the hair left in my fingers,
seems fitting to make a veil,
from matter of a veiled personas.
It becomes too difficult to weave the intricate patterns,
the hole-y bluntness of my actions outweighs,
delicate fibrous memories.

I will spin a lace that shrouds the world,
imperfections will be lost,
drawn out by the eyes.
It becomes to difficult too weave large patterns,
as the world's problem are small, they slip through.
Searching for this perfect design I realize now,
is futile.
So now I spin myself into it all.

Flourishings

Tidal flourish becomes bothersome.
non-elliptical passings prove troublesome
in devising patterns, maybe shapes.
forthright hues glare as each's sun,
and the gaze is left with each's soul.

the ties I choose to conquer this random,
allow fury,
pain,
and discord,
to be contained again.

in the universal bowl,
things are slowly separating again.

Elephant love

Hear the memories,

Of last fall's laughs and tears,

Inspired by colour.