Apple breath, gardens
Ovals, plums
Oxytocin miracles, like
skin-oxygen,
breathing space: skin
Orangeness, rowan sting
Apple gardens, breath

I bled some, I swore some, my legs and arms are covered in cuts and bruises, but now my bedroom has a new floor, and I've been spending a night in there for the first time in ... three years ( Read more... )

What is it that makes it so provocative to some men to see a female read a map, that they have to stop and ask if I need help, and that they won't, just won't, take "no thanks, I have a map, I'll be fine" for an answer? What is wrong with their self-esteme that they can't accept that some random girl in the street can actually get by in life ( Read more... )

Something happens during the improv session ( Read more... )

Today would have been my mother's 62nd birthday ( Read more... )

... but procrastination is a virtue, plus I love reading random facts about people, so here are some about me:

If you were going to describe your current mood as a traffic sign, what sign would you be? No entry-sign

How long have you lived where you currently live? 11 years.

How long do you stay somewhere on average? Doesn't feel like I have an ( Read more... )

Still not dark outside when I go home, the sky smiles so cunningly at its latest trick: it sucked all the daylight in, and won't let go
     secretively, transparently blue, dark-bright.
     The nightly smell of lilacs, the sweetness, intensity, like an explosion, an orgasm, only ever so
     still

I dreamt that bus-drivers had to build their buses out of cherries, in front of their impatient passengers, who would sometimes force them to depart with a bus of only half the intended length, leaving millions of cherries behind.
     Somewhat odd.

And where do I find ten wonderful people who want to go far far away with me?
     It isn't necessary that they're exactly ten, but the magical number is probably “more than one”, to avoid, or well spread out, conflicts, and to never get bored with each other.
     Other than that the important parts are “people”, “wonderful” and “far away” - how ( Read more... )

A tiny trans-sexual bites me and wants me to adopt him, then to become his groupie - I'm not sure being someone's mother and groupie is healthy though. Then he calls me a man, maybe father is more like it. Someone else calls me love, in a North-English accent, but it is the wrong dark-haired woman. And the wrong boy calls me funny.
     The others ( Read more... )