Notes in the margins; dream-plans for dream-schools. Edward de Bono teaching, and drama everyday, Mr. Punch puppet shows, the Neil Gaiman stardust spirit, a soda shoppe for Lolita days, enormous glass jars of lollipops & lollipops sticking out of flower pots like plastic blooms. Imagination fellatio, except that no Humberts are allowed in. ( Read more... )

I want a paid account. if even for only two months. I don't have a credit card. Is there anyone who will buy me one, in exchange for something I will buy & send to them? We can negotiate..
HEY!! WHO PAID FOR IT?!

& I need you all to give me mixtape.txt's Please. I want to feel ambers & sundaes & grass afternoons (tissue evenings, loves, airiness) from other worlds.. Yours.

I just need you to email me or post-comment me, a playlist which lasts for either 60 or 90 minutes. Please give it a spanky title :) I am in mixtape frenzie since being reunited with my ( Read more... )

How strange, that everything seemed so hopeless in Sun-city, despite optimism; how strange that the second am on my way out I am struck with small and plentiful doses of devil-blessings & the friendliest people ever. The man on the train owns a television station, wants to cook me seafood, & is almost a billionaire. He lives in my suburb, he is ( Read more... )

A crazed, Aryan child is behind me. Tiny, tight hands that can do anything, trying to wrap a string of silver pearl balls around my neck, to make up for the scarf she stole. She has a runtish six-year-old elegance throwing it over her shoulder just so, all crocheted, black & witchy-poo. Spiders and wool webs. I left this string of pearls here 2 ( Read more... )

I had to return library books so I finally caught the train back 'home'. That is, where I pay rent. (Never mind that I am never there)
There were these perfect morning puppies behind jewel-like glass. The lady let us play with them; they are a special breed of puppy called a champagne kiss. Mum is buying one to be a girlfriend for Mister Oscar ( Read more... )

Two cuts, too parallel. Toothpaste, a mixture of blue sand and sugar frost. Dreams of a violin. Effervescent rubies, (Mars), fury in the veins. Lalala, Jesus. It's just that, a lot of girls compare themselves to Angelene. Not too many girls can mean it literally. They all mean they are the prettiest messes you have ever seen. I mean the other thing ( Read more... )

...In telling opheliax about the realities of dreams and nuances and Carlos Castaneda and lucidity, I recalled a fragment Milla rambled on with one day.. oh
but she is so cute, & ghostly, and I need to share it here:

"I'm standing in this place, here, in this exact place where we laughed so much and the way you said my name will echo always in my brain, ( Read more... )

It was a really tired dreamlike afternoon and Betty & I discovered this pretentious yoghurt, Fruche on Fruit, which when you reached the bottom of this sunken treasure was this wondrous bruise of berrie purples and reds. Our excitement was incurable, as it usually is over such small euphorias, and Betty said "It's like some type of sunset".

& it ( Read more... )

Before I came here to be nestled by thick sea and brothers, the world was gently robotic and I couldn’t help but feel that oh, young mornings, petals & all are just so boring; I’ve seen it all before this clumsy jack-in-a-box. Always jumping out at me, a gloomy concertina with filled hands. But I have seen your gold and your flashes and your ( Read more... )