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Feb. 10th, 2009 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The first dream I trespassed into a rich person's house I'd been gazing after for years. On the back porch were snakes swimming in buckets of water. I was not afraid of them. Inside the house, in a great bed a woman slept. On the pillow next to her was the stone head of a lion, its mouth frozen in a roar. It was midday. The sunlight illuminated the bed.
A baby lamb and fawn I cradled in my second dream, in the white vinyl back seat of a car. I'd commanded the driver to stop so I could have them, muddy and tired and lost. I can still remember the feel of thick wet wool.
This (actual) morning it was wet outside and cool gray. The cracked sidewalk was submerged, so we hopped along the wet patches of grass to the car, all of us muddy upon arrival.
The pending holiday like some incantation resurrects old lovers, brittle ribbons of dry crimson stick to rat bitten collar bones. You were such a greeeat loverrrrr one croaks, staggers slow, dirty nails from digging out. Another moans through the screen door I should have marriiiiieeed yoooou lisping through his fallen teeth, when I had the chaaaaance. I thought I'd made gifts to the fish of them long ago. One reaches through the window, eel hollowed eye socket, barnacles behind his ears. Martyrs twitch in their graves. We should let them rest.
The music I love lately wants me to stand on a windy cliffside in some wispy satin dress and make wide florid gestures at the sky. Sometimes I make the gestures but at the ac vent from my work desk, and in my ratty cardigan.
Ruined one of my favorite sweaters because it had angora in it. Damn angora. You only have one chance to fuck it up. Why are such pretty things so high maintenance?
You should know I am sweeter in theory than practice.
So this is it. Wake to task to sleep to wake. Insignificance causes such fret, sometimes. Some want to be important to many. I am essential by blood to few. I wanted to be vital by passion to one who was as central to me. And even that is much too much to ask. We have all become too disposable. So triviality, so smallness, hello. I was a fool to fight you.
A baby lamb and fawn I cradled in my second dream, in the white vinyl back seat of a car. I'd commanded the driver to stop so I could have them, muddy and tired and lost. I can still remember the feel of thick wet wool.
This (actual) morning it was wet outside and cool gray. The cracked sidewalk was submerged, so we hopped along the wet patches of grass to the car, all of us muddy upon arrival.
The pending holiday like some incantation resurrects old lovers, brittle ribbons of dry crimson stick to rat bitten collar bones. You were such a greeeat loverrrrr one croaks, staggers slow, dirty nails from digging out. Another moans through the screen door I should have marriiiiieeed yoooou lisping through his fallen teeth, when I had the chaaaaance. I thought I'd made gifts to the fish of them long ago. One reaches through the window, eel hollowed eye socket, barnacles behind his ears. Martyrs twitch in their graves. We should let them rest.
The music I love lately wants me to stand on a windy cliffside in some wispy satin dress and make wide florid gestures at the sky. Sometimes I make the gestures but at the ac vent from my work desk, and in my ratty cardigan.
Ruined one of my favorite sweaters because it had angora in it. Damn angora. You only have one chance to fuck it up. Why are such pretty things so high maintenance?
You should know I am sweeter in theory than practice.
So this is it. Wake to task to sleep to wake. Insignificance causes such fret, sometimes. Some want to be important to many. I am essential by blood to few. I wanted to be vital by passion to one who was as central to me. And even that is much too much to ask. We have all become too disposable. So triviality, so smallness, hello. I was a fool to fight you.
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Date: 2009-02-11 03:20 am (UTC)yr entry is barbie, with a million different outfits designed to fit every perfectly convex and concave part of plastic form.
my entry is skipper, with one pair of shoes unceremoniously jammed onto her flat feet, and they dont even match the one outfit- a giant shapeless poncho/tunic/sheath- that drapes over her equally shapeless opsicle stick of a body.
le sigh.
MAH PURNT
Date: 2009-02-11 03:22 am (UTC)SEE IT EVEN TAKES ME TWO COMMENTS TO SPELL IT OUT! GAWD-UH!
ripe to fall
Date: 2009-02-11 03:33 am (UTC)omg ilu so hard you turn me into shirley jones in the music man
Date: 2009-02-11 03:41 am (UTC)Re: omg ilu so hard you turn me into shirley jones in the music man
Date: 2009-02-11 03:51 am (UTC)SOMEWHERE! OUT THERE!
Date: 2009-02-11 03:53 am (UTC)i hope you have room.
beneath tha pale moon liiiiight
Date: 2009-02-11 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-11 03:27 am (UTC)thank you for showing me. my god. this is how you punch someone right in the stomach from a million miles away.
my eyes are big cartoon hearts.
OPSICLE!/even yr charts got mad flow. yo.
Date: 2009-02-11 03:40 am (UTC)sometimes luv dawn't feel like it should
Date: 2009-02-11 03:44 am (UTC)god i can't believe i just quoted my arch nemesis
COME ON BAY-BEE!
Date: 2009-02-11 03:54 am (UTC)john cougar is yr nemesis?
Date: 2009-02-11 04:44 pm (UTC)yeah, but it feels so right
na na naaaaaa nana naa na naaaa na na
that man is a disgrace to cougars
Date: 2009-02-11 05:03 pm (UTC)one of his lyrical phrases is 'suckin on a chili dog' EXCUSE ME, YOU NASTY BASTARD!
little ditty, bout my foot in yr aa-aass
Re: that man is a disgrace to cougars
Date: 2009-02-11 05:04 pm (UTC)That's why 80s Bryan Adams > any John Mellencamp, Cougar or no.
90s Bryan Adams, when he turned into a sappy milquetoast, not so much.
Re: that man is a disgrace to cougars
Date: 2009-02-11 05:25 pm (UTC)i wonder if they ever hang out, or if they're rivals, or if they ever accidentally wore the same dress to a party.
Re: that man is a disgrace to cougars
Date: 2009-02-11 06:04 pm (UTC)It would be fun to know if 80s pop stars had beef like that, or if it's really only a recent development, calling each other out like professional wrasslers.
Re: that man is a disgrace to cougars
Date: 2009-02-11 07:31 pm (UTC)i would totally watch 80's roxtar death matches. richard marx and michael bolton STEEL CAGE!
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Date: 2009-02-11 03:46 am (UTC)Your last paragraph is making me ponder. I feel incredibly insignificant lately. I used to think, too, that I only wanted to be important to one person, maybe a few people, invisible to everyone else. But these days I crave the aggressive love of a roaring crowd, an audience singing my song back to me. It's strange. I'm starting to think maybe many of the problems of the world are generated by the feeling of being voiceless.
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Date: 2009-02-11 03:57 am (UTC)but YOU are onto something missy.
and why is significance such a human craving i wonder? perplexing.
i don't really need a big crowd, but i would definitely be one in yr mass of swooning fans. ;)
;) ;)
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Date: 2009-02-11 04:05 am (UTC)I don't know, humans are pretty silly. My cats, on the other hand, have very little desire for fanmail.
If I ever DID have an audience, I'd probably hate it so much, too. That damn grass, always greening all over everybody else's yard.
You're so cool you don't even need fans, but you definitely have them. I will probably have to beat out theazureman and mrquakenbush for president of your fan club, but whatever, I don't have a penis so I win.
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Date: 2009-02-11 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-11 04:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-11 03:42 pm (UTC)thank you for the reinforcement.
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Date: 2009-02-11 03:48 am (UTC)i don't have any days off until MAY 25. isn't that cruel and unusual?
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Date: 2009-02-11 04:02 am (UTC)MAY 25??!?! that's outrageous, bella. you want i should kidnap you?
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Date: 2009-02-11 03:38 pm (UTC)you are welcome to steal me away whenever you so please.
my next job will get me out of this town, trust
Date: 2009-02-11 01:56 pm (UTC)Re: my next job will get me out of this town, trust
Date: 2009-02-11 03:39 pm (UTC)we are measured in $$$, not souls or deeds
Date: 2009-02-11 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-11 03:32 pm (UTC)I still like this foto, too.
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Date: 2009-02-11 03:46 pm (UTC)I WILL BE LIKE BONNIE FUCKIN TYLER.
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Date: 2009-02-11 03:52 pm (UTC)Sounds good to me. Let me know when you're ready and we'll nail down a time to do it.
I'll see if I can find some long thin fabric, for a wrap/kite tail of sorts. Something that contrasts well with the pink granite.
every now n then i fall apAAART
Date: 2009-02-11 04:18 pm (UTC)i would think white or beige, and looong scarves.
mebbe i could tease my hair to insanity!
goddamnit, all this wispy dress talk keeps making me think of this awful video
Date: 2009-02-11 04:46 pm (UTC)Re: goddamnit, all this wispy dress talk keeps making me think of this awful video
Date: 2009-02-11 07:33 pm (UTC)my boss now sits directly behind me. :\
Re: goddamnit, all this wispy dress talk keeps making me think of this awful video
Date: 2009-02-11 08:04 pm (UTC)my daughter and i are lolling
Date: 2009-02-12 12:14 am (UTC)and we love the part where he stops her sword
(ah ah)
Date: 2009-02-12 12:27 am (UTC)did you see the random fucking alligator?
he totally punched that witch
Date: 2009-02-12 12:45 am (UTC)they're in the swamp!
they're on a ship!
they're jumping a cliff!
she's getting a crown!
the bassist is a pirate!
i can't tell if those are dragons or pterodactyls
Date: 2009-02-12 01:55 am (UTC)I just joined a Chris Dane Owens fanclub on Facebook. I feel dirty.
Also, you can buy mousepads with these weird characters on.
or pterodactyls in drag
Date: 2009-02-12 03:41 am (UTC)geeez, that mouse pad's 10.90-fuckin-5-ass-dollars.
WHY ARE WE NOT RICH?
Re: no ego there
Date: 2009-02-11 09:00 pm (UTC)Re: no ego there
Date: 2009-02-12 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-12 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 09:12 pm (UTC)smallness, hello
Date: 2009-02-12 10:53 pm (UTC)Rabbit: It is because you are a very small animal that you are so very important on this adventure.
Re: smallness, hello
Date: 2009-02-13 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 04:09 pm (UTC)almost pretty as you
Date: 2009-02-13 09:13 pm (UTC)