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November Takes the Stage.Set fire to abandonment. Cut the heart out of everything. Savour the mess, how delicate the tornado can be. Don't ever let Saturn get in the way. How careful he can be as he places you in chains, as he forces you to empty yourself of everything that made you real. The actor never reveals the plot. You find the ending all on your own. And when you reach it, he'll smile and say "It was there all along." But you didn't know, you didn't know.  
 
The rabbit girls can dig their way out of anything, we've still got the dirt from the past stuck in our lungs. The heart engulfed is a national monument. Send Venus a postcard, tell her you for November Takes the Stage.
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November 8th.I am the dogs barking at the alleyway, the whale stuck beneath the country. Concealment was the art of flying between the blades, of taking one for the team. Team meaning Ulster, meaning don't tell your neighbours what you are up to every Sunday, just before dawn. Don't let your feathers fall too lightly, make the echo heard all the way to Pluto, all the way to mystery. Send the letters to Peter, tell him that you found the secret, you found the way to make it last forever. The moment, not the state. That the fountain was never about placing you next to it, it was to exist all on its own. The worst kept secret, yet the hardest to accept. I wi November 8th.
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Thoughts While Making....He's just a cardboard statue  pointing fingers, dictating rules.  Facing the west, he claims  and strangles your pulse  for explosions, the ache for living.   
Born with Medusa's snakes for hair,  you slip into volcano longing,  the line that trails into  
rat poison side streets,  a detour for saliva syrup. Thoughts While Making....
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Sylvia, The Cave Was Never...The swirl of the hurricane fills  the windows with longing, transmits  
glass messages, an oceanic SOS  
clinging to shingles, claiming the world.   
We will not seek out the tapeworms  in the stars, the fish bone meteors.  We cannot bear the weight of Nut's womb,  her stomach lined with carbon.   
With crystals exploding from the skull  tongues flick into the arms of Jupiter.  Chasm for the century, you mustn't rush  
annihilation, the Sunday treat. Sylvia, The Cave Was Never...
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Have someone else's will as your own

Sat Sep 5, 2009, 3:17 PM
  • Mood: Distracted
  • Listening to: nico.
  • Reading: the chrysalids.
  • Drinking: green tea.
um, i went to see the butterflies yesterday but i didn't stay long since it was all sardine packed and so you couldn't really stop and look you had to keep moving so i think another visit during the winter is in order. but it was lovely. and then we went outside and a rainbow followed me and the school of horticulture was right next door so we speculated on what the first lecture was. my guess was "Tomato: Fruit or Vegetable?" and then i bought a mug and blueberry icewine tea. and then we got back to the car and there was a grasshopper on my window so i named him peter and he came with us but flew off when we got to the highway but as soon as he was gone there was a cloud in the sky that looked just like him so i think he stayed with us as a cloud. then i had a bite of synchronicity and then i came home. but then i went to the bookstore and i bought a journal even though i have lots of journals to write in because the cover was really lovely. and then a lady said i didn't look like my mother "at all," that i was "really pretty" and my mom said, "gee, thanks." but then the lady said she didn't mean it like that and they both laughed while i felt kind of awkward. then i came home and watched a show on the incas and they had this lovely thought that gold was the sweat of the sun and silver was the tears of the moon. i think the director of programming at TVO must be an insomniac because they have the most wonderful things on between 1:30-4:30 am. tuesday (or technically wednesday) i watched a movie where clark gable said "holy jumping catfish" and then wednesday (or technically thursday) there was a documentary on young russian boys in prison and then i said to myself "ok melissa, sleep now" but then they started showing a documentary on the galapagos islands so i said "well, fudge" and i stayed up and watched that too. um i had a dream about giving ice cubes to an alligator and the alligator announced he was coming with us but we weren't sure that was a good idea since we were rather sure he was the same alligator that killed princess diana but then we decided he had been falsely accused so he came after all. and her butler had designed these really ugly buildings that were fit for a dictator so we knew he was the real danger and not the alligator.

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  • Current Residence: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.
  • Interests: Reading in bed, tea, mythology, psychology, theology, astronomy, music, anthropology.
  • Favourite movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Igby Goes Down, Amélie, Into the Wild.
  • Favourite band or musician: http://www.last.fm/user/applepieskies/
  • Favourite artist: Anyone who is simply that.
  • Favourite poet or writer: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/768776
  • Personal Quote: Hard to hide a hundred girls in your hair.

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Mood: Zest *SpectrumPT Sep 9, 2009, 12:47:33 PM
HELLOOOO!!!
How've you been? Still amazing from what I can see... :w00t!:

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"From the smoothest breeze to the most clear water drop, the beauty of our world is in the eyes of those who see it in simple ways." - Bruno Laborinho
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~poeticwonder Sep 9, 2009, 3:00:25 PM
you know today was terrible but that journal comment just kind of made it all better. so hilarious. and exciting!

you should end your disappearing act elsewhere, i've been searching.
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*SpectrumPT Sep 9, 2009, 3:10:20 PM
Erm... Hun? I failed to understand your last sentence hehe.

And thanks! I only have the energy to write like that with you haha! I find it quite amazing that I developed a particular way to reply to your texts and stuff with the same... say... way. So cool! Haha!

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"From the smoothest breeze to the most clear water drop, the beauty of our world is in the eyes of those who see it in simple ways." - Bruno Laborinho
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Working in artistic universes of Film&Video / Web&Graphic Design / Acting / Photography / Writing
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~poeticwonder Sep 9, 2009, 3:15:16 PM
hahaha a very short supply you've got.

my last sentence was referring to msn.
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*SpectrumPT Sep 9, 2009, 3:19:41 PM
OOoooh... Yeah... I might. It was not an act but rather an urgent need. First time I had this and it was very good for me.

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"From the smoothest breeze to the most clear water drop, the beauty of our world is in the eyes of those who see it in simple ways." - Bruno Laborinho
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Working in artistic universes of Film&Video / Web&Graphic Design / Acting / Photography / Writing
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