*today* i discovered CHARLIE WINSTON
...a warm gun.
30.8.09
dream.
i dreamed i dreamed of a dream that nobody can dream of but me...
some sort
of
ethereal--
ephemeral
discontinuity of
despair.
some where i took a photo
and laid it in your hands.
you never looked down
to see my imprint
on
you.
recycled words/just a little different
this
time.
recycled ideas,
from my washing machine.
the spin cycle molds everything in
to
one glob--
and
each time i pry it apart
i remember another idea
i haven't written down
in a while.
these surface like fruit flies
on
the funniest of days.
some sort
of
ethereal--
ephemeral
discontinuity of
despair.
some where i took a photo
and laid it in your hands.
you never looked down
to see my imprint
on
you.
recycled words/just a little different
this
time.
recycled ideas,
from my washing machine.
the spin cycle molds everything in
to
one glob--
and
each time i pry it apart
i remember another idea
i haven't written down
in a while.
these surface like fruit flies
on
the funniest of days.
29.8.09
Walking up St. Laurent...
"Let's play eye spy!"
"...ookaaay.."
"I spy with my little eye....a pimp!"
"...."
"..."
"Did you just start a game of eye spy to point out that guy dressed like a pimp?"
"Wasn't that fun?!"
"...ookaaay.."
"I spy with my little eye....a pimp!"
"...."
"..."
"Did you just start a game of eye spy to point out that guy dressed like a pimp?"
"Wasn't that fun?!"
26.8.09
25.8.09
23.8.09
AmaZING
Lego's tribute to 8-bit video games. Wasn't really in to either, buuuut this is pretty spectacular.
(i have no idea how to post a video. the picture is to get you excited. aaand it's a link.)
(i have no idea how to post a video. the picture is to get you excited. aaand it's a link.)
22.8.09
polaroids.
my room mate left his polaroid camera on a table in the "arts/crafts/computer/living" room about a month ago. it was a big box of amazing. i picked it up and took a couple of artsy polaroids to make sure that it worked...including one of myself.
then my other room mate came in and i hid the pictures. he told me that room mate (1) couldn't buy film anymore and only had a few slides left.....ohhh...ooops.
what a waste. i can't even show anyone my awesome artsy pictures because i'll get caught. they're on my wall though. placed very carefully.
then my other room mate came in and i hid the pictures. he told me that room mate (1) couldn't buy film anymore and only had a few slides left.....ohhh...ooops.
what a waste. i can't even show anyone my awesome artsy pictures because i'll get caught. they're on my wall though. placed very carefully.
15.8.09
Croatian Rulz
This rules.
The real *gem* comes around 1:25...but maybe that is because i am biased.
This entire video is really just magnificent as a whole. And maybe that is because I have no idea what the common thread is between chubby kids in swimming pools, weird beaches, Croatian biker gangs, mirages, paintball (or real??) guns and Global Agents for Change--ie: my lady love, Gala Milne!
But I'll let you decide for yourself. Everyone seems really happy to be in Croatia, so that's a bonus.
http://dnevnik.hr/bin/tv/?media_id=60242242
(Ignore the awkward 10 second commercial. K, thanks.)
The real *gem* comes around 1:25...but maybe that is because i am biased.
This entire video is really just magnificent as a whole. And maybe that is because I have no idea what the common thread is between chubby kids in swimming pools, weird beaches, Croatian biker gangs, mirages, paintball (or real??) guns and Global Agents for Change--ie: my lady love, Gala Milne!
But I'll let you decide for yourself. Everyone seems really happy to be in Croatia, so that's a bonus.
http://dnevnik.hr/bin/tv/?media_id=60242242
(Ignore the awkward 10 second commercial. K, thanks.)
11.8.09
Today is
Today. I can only pretend--
I can only make-believe that you are not. That I, am not. That there is not--us, or you, or me--that we will never, really. Be.
You come around, every now and then. And I think it's kind of all. Right. Right now.
And you come around every other time, and you spin these syllables like papier mache on a pedestal--of titanium daisies. But what the fuck is that. Even.
But you. You don't unravel like the rest. Paint pretty pictures with your silhouette on a cloud that I cut from cardboard two nights ago, under that moon.
That moon. You (my mother didn't like this word/I think i'm over it as well. Suggestions welcome).
I can only make-believe that you are not. That I, am not. That there is not--us, or you, or me--that we will never, really. Be.
You come around, every now and then. And I think it's kind of all. Right. Right now.
And you come around every other time, and you spin these syllables like papier mache on a pedestal--of titanium daisies. But what the fuck is that. Even.
But you. You don't unravel like the rest. Paint pretty pictures with your silhouette on a cloud that I cut from cardboard two nights ago, under that moon.
That moon. You (my mother didn't like this word/I think i'm over it as well. Suggestions welcome).
5.8.09
(My) Words
haven't been particularly prolific lately. Probably because July was about the worst month/ever. I'm still recovering...but so far, I'm convinced that August is going to rule. Mostly because it isn't July. But also because the sun has been shining. Though the birds chirped all through July/don't catch me on cliches..
..and because I got a new bicycle, with curly handlebars/and an amazing *gem*
from the sally ann. Because we are getting a new roommate who can't possibly be worse than the last (he ate a lot of Hawco's almonds without asking. Which made Hawco throw hissy fits and grow increasingly paranoid about the whereabouts of his food/alcohol/cigarettes[he doesn't smoke, though])...and because I made a to-do list that might actually get done.
I got into the creative writing (minor) and am taking poetry and fiction this year/maybe that's why I haven't been writing. I'm stashing the goods.
Last time I wrote, someone (anonymous) commented with a youtube link to 57 (or something) "Ohms"...nice gesture. I sat through six or seven then put on Pink Floyd and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I keep meaning to go back and listen to the rest. Little repetitive though.
...but this kind of doubles as my journal--and will continue to do so...so as much as I may need to loosen up--this is where I don't actually have to.
And if you don't like it, then just look at the owl (I'm trying to find him a cat eye to replace the creepy black one)...
..and because I got a new bicycle, with curly handlebars/and an amazing *gem*
from the sally ann. Because we are getting a new roommate who can't possibly be worse than the last (he ate a lot of Hawco's almonds without asking. Which made Hawco throw hissy fits and grow increasingly paranoid about the whereabouts of his food/alcohol/cigarettes[he doesn't smoke, though])...and because I made a to-do list that might actually get done.
I got into the creative writing (minor) and am taking poetry and fiction this year/maybe that's why I haven't been writing. I'm stashing the goods.
Last time I wrote, someone (anonymous) commented with a youtube link to 57 (or something) "Ohms"...nice gesture. I sat through six or seven then put on Pink Floyd and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I keep meaning to go back and listen to the rest. Little repetitive though.
...but this kind of doubles as my journal--and will continue to do so...so as much as I may need to loosen up--this is where I don't actually have to.
And if you don't like it, then just look at the owl (I'm trying to find him a cat eye to replace the creepy black one)...
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