Saturday, November 02, 2002

he tries to reach for me but i am too far ahead. he fails to see things the other way. he is not used to it and so his hands turn cold blue. he stops and blinks. the balloon is giving up getting caught, its too late. a tear drops on the cement and becomes a pool of dust. he just stands there and realises he has lost the only thing he had...once. himself. she floats away. i am she. i will not turn back this time. the sky is too serene for me to make a compromise. it will not get any better than this. breeze blow on me please. i have come too far to not feel you on my skin. i hear you now.
radioman comes over and i havent anything to serve him. its such a shame. i have run out of pink creamies which i have made myself out of honey, cream and of course pink maggits. it is sweeter that way. i serve all my guests pretty things. pretty things are usually made of very vile things but they do great cover ups and when presented nicely, go a long way. anyway, all my guests love it. radioman is agitated it seems. the sky is turning again. a deep hue of greens and blues reflects on my eyes and onto radioman's. he seems happier now. i let myself wonder outside for awhile and did not offer an invitation to radioman. i close the door behind me and i float towards the large oak tree. it is purple and soft, just like the streams here.
rage
he says he likes my stories. i wonder if he will still meet me in my dreams tonight. i am wearing something special tonight. it is not new but still it is special to me. my coffee cup has barley in it and the seeds are growing. my snails are still remembered. sluggish as they are, they were still where i belonged. i seem to have forgotten some things. i keep losing my scarves. one has prints of lovely white tulips on it with black rimms. i fear that goblin has stolen it. behind my back i hear it laugh as i stumble over and over upon his pranks. it seems quite pleased with itself as it makes a mockery of me. i lavish the thought when i can be one with my tulips again. it was my favourite one. tiny sparks are flying around me in circles as i think about this. i am getting little jolts of electricity as i move my feet on the furry floors. static.
everything digital is lost on me. it seems i am too dependent of such things. my memory is failing me so it is not my fault. my nails are a cripen white and they glisten under the moon beam that seams to seep into the cracks of my mushroom rooftop. the phoenix is not around today and i miss his company. alas, the noisy gnome who lives next door is complaining that the well down the path does not work. such silly nonsense from a creature who hardly does any work besides the work that her jaws are doing; trying not to give way from her neverending complaints.

Thursday, October 31, 2002

i am a new day. we live.
he is blocked on my list but he is who i need. irony takes us back to nostalgia and the interpol intertwines. the weather is unbearable. sweat beads form meetings on my face.
there's a new breed of dangerous creatures out there. all they want is to take you apart, which you will let them do so without knowing. without warning. day by day, you will grow weaker, you will forget your promise. the promise to yourself. your obsession will cease to exist. you will become one of them. you will forget. i am starting to forget myself. i am evol. you will no longer know. you try humming the tune you had yesterday in your head. you know you have forgotten it. the change has started. you are evolving.
kiss it goodbye
the pretty ponies are staring at me. my lies are taken in with slight prejudice. this is not good. i'm usually very good with lying or shall i say, faking it. ok. stop. my reality ends here. i shall begin my craptail again. and so, with my new cloak on my side, i fear less the door that leads to nowhere. the behemoth is on my back as i tell the invisible man to appear. he tells me i am growing a tail to which i reply " what? how dare you accuse of such torrid affairs! " then i hear a tune in the air, louder and louder it roared and yet i do not move. i am apprehensive about agoraphobia. i mean to say these words to confuse you. vagueness is required to fill in these blanks. you tell me the story.
i do not know this well --- Melinda Drew wrote: >
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batteries is next on my list of things to suss out. will let you know next time i go there. am probably going to go look for your robot this weekend. syed says he knows a place when i could prob get you one. keep your phone with you this weekend, cos i'll text you prices and will need to know whether its worth getting or not cos i don't thinki'll be able to get back there a second time to buy it. its abit out of town, b

i bought a new box today. it was black, just like the cloak inside. i need to cover myself. i put my shiny new cloak around my metallic body. it feels snug. i tarnish easily so i need to protect my varnished skin. i especially do not like the scratches it leaves behind when i fall on rough cement. my cloak is cheap and new. it's shiny too although it didn't like it at first. it had a rather large scar which was probably left from a battle at the flame of illean. it is a ridiculous tale but sometimes, you need these sort of things in your life.
once upon a time, i am living in a box of snails and one rainy day, all the snails passed away and left me with a mountain high of empty snail shells and rivers of muck and slime. that day, i shall begin a journey and that day is today. i am now opening my book tales. tales of lies. are you still here?
i am a liar