first, look at this. it's a picture from the set of Tim Burton's Corpse Bride, and it's fantastic #-)

and secondly, with much love to those whom I pestered about the picture, ( Al something. )

Tags: cg, iconic, p&c
mood: cranky

night: press face to glass
and look out into you...
ah, humanity

because of family ties, and cut-glass finesse & delicacy, and being too sharp for one's own good... and damn, haven't we been there before?

snake-like, arcanum
lies coiled between the pages -
words lie in thy mouth

...lilac?

Tags: cg, mine, p&c, poetry
mood: listless
sound: simple minds - Dancing Barefoot

is there such thing as artistic attention deficiency disorder?
because godsdamn... I need subtitles. I need things to be written down, I need a distance even between your voice and your words, to say nothing of body language! then I will pay my undivided attention to what you're saying, and that is damn worth hearing, and I want to, but... distracted too easily! mind slipping, thinking sculpture and chisels and things most sweet & subtle...
...and then I'd have to go over it all again, but for an overdose threat...

[now imagine that in a social situation, the purely artistic need to stare - drink in - and the crippling inability to interact on my own... thus the stalker-like behaviour, lurking & such. hell, I can lurk perfectly well in the second row... and yes, the manic/vacant/weird smile only means my being too glad for words to see you]

["may I please take a pencil to you?" is not a good conversational point, is it?]

anyways... it was supposed to be a film review... something, but I cannot just watch & tell. sorry...

Tags: cg
mood: enthralled
sound: Oingo Boingo - Private Life

because I'm vain and... twisted. a bit. tonight.
the best thing ever done at work [besides the mask of the assassin picture] is:

( picture writing )

Tags: cg, mine, pix, poetry
mood: tipsy
sound: NIN

scratch 5 days off. now it's 4, 2 of them Sabbath and Yom Kippur [read 'dead public transportation and everything'], ekcetra, ekcetra. because my job sucks you-know-what.

stupid, stupid, st00pid, dammit...

I retaliate by doodling [rediscovering the *joy* of black ink pen on paper, mrrrrrrr]. and doing weird things to words written. ah, and using my magnifying glass #-)

on the other hand, there is this... it's one thing when you just do not get something, period. like hitting a brick wall. no go, no can do. it's another when you... feel like standing in a room, both large and very small at once, full of... things [weird things, some of them are yours, maybe intimately so, and some of them you know, and], and the meaning is right there, beside & within you, as long as you do not try to look directly at it & give it a name & a reason.
*headdesk* of epic proportions indeed!

Tags: cg
mood: pissed off

definitely, definitely not a bus reading... but so beautiful. so very...
and my key charm is a magnifying glass.
small print.
oh, this won't end well... '-)

also, beats me why, but this Friday is a Sam Rockwell movie Friday. guhhh... yes!

Tags: cg
mood: high
sound: Interpol - Mascara

[1] I am invisible, apparently, yes?

[2] have been blown away. burned to ashes & blown away like anything.
pure visual explosion of grace plus acoustic orgasm?

of thin men:

you move like you speak like you touch like you twist
turnskin inside out you smoke and mist
you free fall and no wings and matter of art
you light as the breeze, like a blade through a heart

Tags: cg, mine, poetry
mood: ecstatic
sound: Replica