the harbinger of harbinger.

woman seeks omen. 3 point buck at the corner of fairfield and harbinger.

remember when i told you about spending a day reading all about the psychology of harbingers only to end up at a party later that night on harbinger street?

i was driving late, little fog not yet rain, when i slowly passed a very large, calm deer at the corner of that same street. the lost ones look demure. the lost ones with antlers look majestic.

i was the only one to see it. other cars passed me seconds later, but i had seen in my rear view mirror that he had gone already, with that steady grace that only an animal unawares is capable of. 

 

Great Spirit

Christ and the four Evangelists

Artemis

innocence
compassion

autumn

Buddhism

hunter/ huntress

ceremony/ sacrifice

trust

King Arthur- Grail Legend

territory

boundaries, monogamy or lack of

intuition

healing

loner

seasonal change or shedding of skin

The Great Unknown or unattainable

remember also that i'm supposed to 'drop the wounded doe routine'.

it's hard to talk with wolf teeth.

for the hard times:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CX-24Zm0bjk

Berdache, Kent Monkman.

http://kentmonkman.com/main.php

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kent_Monkman

 

as close to disco.

 

"Hey, what's the matter man?
We're gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you.
We're gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let's go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to"

polar opposites only attract more attention

*not all connections are at all relevant. at all.

hasn't lived. to have the emotions, memories i do-

 

and when the cold sinks in i remember the day at mont st. michel when i was so hot and bothered. loose limbed and heavy lid eyes.

Hubris. I blame Rock and Roll for all of this.

'My Lolita had a way of raising her bent left knee at the ample and springy start of the service cycle when there would develop and hang in the sun for a second a vital web of balance between toed foot, pristine armpit, burnished arm and far flung-back racket, as she smiled up with gleaming teeth at the small globe suspended so high in the zenith of the powerful and graceful cosmos she had created for the express purpose of falling upon it with a clean resounding crack of her golden whip.' 

'Lolita has no moral in tow.'

- Vladimir Nabokov

broken hearts are for assholes

 

friday afternoon.

I will be real for it.

you and your brilliant ideas

9 to 5

just workin' and taking some nudies.

i hear it's important to maintain balance in one's life.

Malignant Self Love

Just an evening researching Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

And a little Won Ton (wanton?) soup.

afraid the video won't center. it's beautifully framed, maybe watch it on youtube. 

technology, i do the best i can with what i have, you know?

drinking. smoking. et le parfum.

these are the things i want from Paris.

my only obsessions, besides finding a vintage shop or five.

ps- the labels for this post complete me.

SCISSOR ME TIMBERS!

for your viewing pleasure, my favorite weekend conversation:

andy (who's just bought a new pair of desert style boots): i mean, i dunno, what do you think? they're okay, right? maybe i should take them back.

angie (looking at boots): i really like that style. i'd wear them but they'd make me look like a lesbian.

jeff: ya, it's the boots...

angie: well, that and the scissoring.

ellen: what's with all this scissoring?!! seriously, i've had like SOOO many people tell me about scissoring this week!

angie: it's the new thing to do. it's all about dry scissoring now. and big screens.

ps-

GAY PARIS!

do it.

A Magnolia Named Aurelia

.and love is just white noise.

Honeys and Bees

Drink your flowers

try to understand

for the last passing hours

I've lost both my hands

Hold the satelites

Locate my mistakes

Burn up the night

Fuck it, fuck it and it breaks

Lose all your thoughts

Lose all the fights

Fake tomorrow

your broken headlights

find me my will

i will be eternally grateful

I'll be sitting still

all nice and oh, so wishful

Commit no arson

commit no murder

The bed has moved on

are you cold now, lover?

Finish the grudge

call it a truce

draw out all your guns

and knife me, will you?

http://amagnolianamedaurelia.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html

guess what.

I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach
I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach
I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach
I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach
I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach
I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach
I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach
I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach
I'm so bored I'm drinking bleach
I am so bored!
I am so bored!

The MooN is in mY Eyes

and

i want to see everything in people.

the lightest, brightest and the deepest darkest.

the capabilities.

such love, hate, betrayal and loyalty.

it's brilliant and disgusting.