About Me
This is a poetic stream of consciousness that I wrote while feeling outside of myself, I believe it explains the innermost mechanisms of me.
Some days I think real life is a dream, where does the waking life go? I was born amalgamated. I can feel my hands bleeding. Peggy Lee says she is the experience experiencing itself. I would like to join a commune, I want to make playlists with Johnny Cash and John Prine. I like to burn shit and watch nature do its thing. You gotta just feel the life feeling itself, baby. I'm Sunday's child. Gasoline is the chiaroscuro of the world, and it smells good. One time my friend accidentally dumped gasoline on her and had to scrub her skin with a chemical wash. Coins for eyes. I believe I'm meant for the Wild West, like Blood Meridian, but I'm too much of a pussy actually. I just want the Open Road, USA. If I was a man I would hitchhike forever. I am the daughter of the desert. The Princess and the Pea? Falling to paranoia.
I have begun collecting VHS tapes. I want to buy Paris, Texas but it's coming from Australia, and it's $20.59 + $18.38 shipping. Please do let me know if anyone has any of that to spare, and please refer to my mailing address. I really would love this VHS and to watch it on my Mickey Mouse TV. Is a life in chrome valid? Ghost Riders in the Sky.
satellites speak to me through the TV.
amoebas along Deleuze
some day you will find your home on S/2004 S 13.
you can find the ruach breath in the veins of missouri.
rotifers exist along the threshold, approach them drunk.
macrodose chlorine, breathe underwater.
cake your throat in snowflakes, you can sing in winter.
you will find the vital heat under your cartilage.
find sonorous moisturize within the Acts.
you will find worms in Democracy.
men will only come to you drunken, battered, bloated, and bloodied, burn the books.
you're afraid of amanda bynes.
you exist only to impale yourself on lucky charms.
you will learn to love static.
Dream
This is a group of two dreams I had:
Nervous opulent who sleep(s) red. In a dream I am at a dinner in which all different types of people are going to be sacrificed, we are the meal? I am one of them. First they dressed us in extravagance. I meet a friend who tells me what's going to happen even though I already had an idea. I try to escape, I run away after I watch someone else escape. The security guards with automatic guns don't seem to care. I cross a freeway on-ramp and to a huge vertical hill, 10 stories high or more. Climbing up the hill by defying the laws of gravity & using a convenient rope, it was pretty easy. Meeting random 2 boys at the top who apparently worked for the sacrificial people. Suddenly at the gate to the Utah desert. There is a river in front of me. The boys tell me it's going to be a very long journey from Utah to California. I am in heels. They drive me to a nondescript location. I look at my phone and see a town nearby. When the boys aren't paying attention, I walk around the desert corner until I reach an outdoor hotel corridor and a white picket fence. I hope the fence. Suddenly in suburbia. I meet a charming man. Threesome with Jeffrey Epstein & Ghislaine Maxwell?
An ancient ritual for money. Telling the story to a cafeteria of people, working class men. A black and white image of a woman that's disturbing, slow motion, possessed. 6 different types of bread to make a wall. Walking straight along the bridge. Positioning my shoes separate from my body. Walking along streets of Paris. Otter is now the 7th person. Building a street lamp out of Mickey Mouse. Comparing Paris to England. Helping an old woman who only spoke to me in French. Journey to the heart of the eiffel tower -- have fun at the heart. Obstacle course. Revenge. Flattening the sand for better sleeping. Everything was a film. Three different scenes. My mom, Morgan, my drama teacher, an entire theater of people, and one person in white and one in black. Walking out to the gate.