darling

EASY LISTENIN

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whirlwinds of difference/lives left behind

that was then 

 this is now

I dream a highway back to you

and learn the discipline of the mute 

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self-defined obsessionist

If it were not for art, I would have killed myself a long time ago 

-Yayoi Kusama

 82, self-admitted into a mental hospital where she still resides & works 

ALSO

I could use some more warm Madrid evening time 

instead of being cooped up in raincity 

greetings from seattle

hello sweet things-
writing from a little seventh floor window nook in capitol hill overlooking this good old town, loving good and living good as always. america's been quite the lady this time around, and this city makes me like the whole country just a little bit better. wooooeeee!

we hijacked janine + other gaelens roadtrip and made them drive us to seattle, so that started the trip off great!! then picked up 8 bottles of wine, a bottle of champagne and LOTS OF CHEAP AMURRICAN BEER so you could say we've been preeeeeeeeeeeetty saucy these last couple days.

last night saw a film called biutiful and it was FUCKING STUNNING and everyone should see it. javier bardem is a mindfuck of a good actor, and the surrealist elements were gorgeous. visually it was inspiring at almost every turn. go! do it!  also went to the local VV and picked up a floor length knit wool poncho made for yours truly in iceland probably 50 years ago. pumped to introduce that baby to some cabin time and beach campfires this summer.

thought of you ragnhild marie falkenberg valstad while i was hunting through mugs for some good american states ones. won't tell you what i found but lets just say the mug collection is about to get (even) bigger.
thought of you miriam alicia thom while i was reading in a stumptown scoping babely baristas (don't tell gaelen!)
thought of the rest of you blawg-lurkers in that we all need to come hang out here together this summer! this city rules! lets take it over!

1906, Manhattan South

very cool new york subway maps from the last 120-ish years, 

found here: x 

another hungover saturday in raincity

and I'm dreaming of somewhere 

a little farther away

a bit warmer 

&

a bit older

florence florence florence

I'll come back to visit you soon 

albertanxiety

going back to the prairies tomorrow and I'm looking forward to getting me a big ol piece of sky fortunately unfortunately I always get a bit of the fear going home there's monsters in my hometown monsters that I've known and been and fucked and seen and filled my veins with the fear starts itching my nerves start moving around my body and I know my history is around every corner

wa wa wa waiting 
in my dreams you are waiting still
(I wake terrified of love)
in my real I'm not allowed to know
(better this way, suit up and forget)

alberta alberta you tired old slut you make me a tired old slut

dance monsters

what am I gonna do when I get too old or too busy or too tired to put on a sequined mini-skirt, 4 inch heels, and pink lipstick?

we're young and we're free and we're shaking our booties until two in the morning! and it makes me so very happy to be blessed with such great booty-shaking friends.

you guys rule.

xoxo

getting ready to hit the road

4 different kinds of sunscreen, 17 bracelets, tiny acid wash cut-offs, denim slip-on sneaks. pink nail polish, orange nail polish, one hundred years of solitude, pink dress with the gold zipper down the front. 2 bikinis. one very old towel with yellow and green wild cat print. current favourite book of poetry. 2 pairs of sunglasses, marilyn monroe t-shirt, headphones, denim button up. I love summer roadtrips. I love summer roadtrips. I love summer roadtrips.

happy summer

Weekend Work:

Weekday Work:

ugggh everything go away

I wish I could spend all day in bed chain smoking and listening to Van Morrison's Sweet Thing on repeat and eating mini eggs. And then maybe get stoned and put a Stones album on and light my favourite rose incense and put on new black and red lacy lingerie and and black thigh-high alligator skin boots and mystery-man-dream-angel-prince-charming would show up with pizza or DQ or something. And he would be all tall dark and handsome, smoking a Dunhill and making clever jokes. And then we'd get all drooly and romance-y over each other and make out and cuddle and then he'd pull out a bottle of Hennessey and I would say "Aww, you shouldn't have". And then we'd fuck. Hard!

But there's work and dinner and sanity and other people to attend to, unfortunately.
WHAT-EVER.
get fucked real life.
you suck.

Cures for Insomnia Vol. 2

sleep well lovebugs

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"how much money do you think NASA spends a year on space shit?"

i would say a million kabillion majillion triwillion dollars