Last night, Katie, Florence and I had a ceremonial "crank" burning outside our house. We each wrote what made us cranky on pieces of paper and lit them on fire in a hollowed-out coconut. Aquanet was used to facilitate the flames; thank you Aquanet. I realized, upon writing, that the only things that make me truly cranky or upset are the bad ( Read more... )

( life as a movie )

Last night I had the window open and I was still on the verge of sweating from the uncontrollable heat in my room. It was snowing! Where's the justice?

Today, I was freezing. I repeat: where's the effin' justice?

P.S. When Florence is not around I find myself listening to Janis Joplin for the first time in years. By years, I mean since the

( make up )

at a Venetian Carnival:

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I just spent a couple hours creating a mix of songs that I'd like to be played during or after my funeral. Not that I plan on dying any time soon, I just thought "Hell, why not make it now so it is certain to be ready before my inevitable death." I don't want to be be split seconds away from getting hit by a car or such and be cursing the fact ( Read more... )

I don't dream often...no, actually I just don't dream as vividly as I used to. However, the moment I stopped dreaming like that I took up the habit of having the most elaborate and awesome daydreams. I love them, but I'm not sure if they are healthy or not. For now I will take them as what they are - nice means of escaping every now and then. I ( Read more... )

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You people out there don't need to read this. I am just posting this here so I never lose track of this beautiful, marvelous prose.

( star fever, patti smith )