u r pieces of stone
turned
because i am frightened by the four
shadowy
edges

here is where you are late
because it is the pale things

in the window

i gaze back at myself

truth is ivory breath

i spend all day
not
thinking

about killing

but

i think about
how i wish people would die -
just jump off
some stupid cliff or ledge
already
then i make a grumpy cat
face
to my own reflection

cut it up more:

& hang the taut
grey-framed
Atlantic

because i like my oceans -
museum-ed

my suspended traps
glinting
dark
against the invisible

finger

tip

far
away
the minutes
are like
loose
rain

the dusk gathers
in corners

38. abandonment found in a footprint' by Tasha

    wide outlandish drops
    fall in
    the softest of you
    a softness raging
    
    nah, that sounds like sex
    blushes
    lashes and Fibonacci
    
    don’t bring math into this
    to unlock the eye-key?
    
    moan bump
    sky flesh
    braille my toes
    embrace the fat
      helix   melt -
           down
    
    twirl -
    
    ing
    
    tiny
    approaches
    
    today
    the tide
    
    straight over
    
    moonfields
    
    
    < - >
    
    
    let’s code the night
    into
    a dress
    
    load roots
    breathe white
    and glow silver
    
    touch windows
    maybe even a chosen lawn
    
    frost - ha -
    a mere blankness.
    
    nothing-stump
    
    don’t trip
    love swarm,
    sink-hole,
    net bog.
    
    stab in - the - had
    ooO
    another ouzo shot!
    
    lock up
    snow pupil
    
    pelted
    
    throat trunk
    < : >
    
    keep me here
    i have a problem with the sun
    there is too much space in its noise
    
    try to balance it
    between your eyes
    and don’t fall
    
    there is rain in the moon-dust
    
    a catch-less divinity
    sent via iphones
    
    
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no beginning no middle no end

through the glass in the floor

wild treetops

       a snarl of fires to the east

 & just like that
we are
                                    gone

through cloud bellies

packs of holes

evacuation


and the galaxy in the ceiling
we can touch it from the recreation deck
the robot, you and i

swarming strands
twist to touch us

plaited and dangerous

as it jumps in its kite of empty balloons

as it breathes the lost air

tearing in a circle between two stars


sometimes i keep myself
in your idea
or the day closing

i dream secrets
a light-less loss

the speeding on an old road
all the time
is turned
inside out
it stretches over hidden wounds
even after you burn


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so i watched this little film tonite and cried, because i have absolutely no ....

sex drive, what so ever.

MALEFICENT ~ LEVEL 77!

i get such satisfaction from the sound effects!

dIRE sTRAITS: Romeo & Juliet

DRAFT THREE by Tasha Klein mAY 13TH 2014

omg

more foil-buckets
in the bucket of hell

toe-
rings
and pilgrim thighs

the messy dance to the pill ration

then we sit on a shiny couch
with the remote
harvesting all the channels

what are you trying to be? a
fucking poem?

here’s the thing:

telephones

corners
&
blurry destinations

the fear aches in my stomach

down in the cafeteria

bones echo

empty
words
stick to paper

sometimes a nurse drifts by

[that

crushing submarine
war tide]

suspicious vermilion hair - only cloud marrow

I look at the drowsy in your eyes;
a mirror

Future Islands - "Seasons" @ Letterman 3/3/14

STAY AWAY FROM CRAZY by Tasha Klein

lie in your bed
listening -
weighing words that are being stomped upon,

and the ones you can’t help;

stay away
from instruments of illusion.
stay away from portentous doors so wrinkled in time &

angled
by the sea.

remember:
auras give blue people
a raft and one more smooth
breath.

stay away from the voice.
which could trick you with its eyes,
its, tattoo-
kiss.

feel the burn of this
red visaged war;
sending hearts
to frighten cupids

before the gull returns home.


you could start the rising of a lighthouse

for the frozen.
or collect tears
from their dreams

knot a knot @
the cable’s - the street
of circumstance,
a mono strut beauty
commits aortic crimes.
she can’t help herself
so don’t throw yourself in front of the dancing dart
the rising nymph;
the sly, beautiful,
ambling witch
the ocean will bury
with massive shudders.
sadness is just an embedded scream, its center arched over love’s gigantic winter
moments

sometimes the cook does spit into the food

we see the form of the rolling woman
like a specter
falling
slowly
onto a bed
darkness in the sun
snowing down
a white
terrestrial atmosphere
god - these pills
sometimes
act as pistons
like
car alarms
now
only grazing the night

the nothing masters are rooted in their drunken
vomit
black jars in the trunk
i am what’s missing
the luminescent whisper
the erotic cloud refreshing the moon
tambouring solar love

let’s compare notes
shall we
,
el troubadour
:

swiped

thoughts

particulate


a wafflage of

emoji

revved into hallow eyes




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i’m not a bird
& i hate face-hook
i’m stuck in clono-pin-city
sky-lining wishes
and on spotify they say there is a hot dog you can trust
idk
tragedy eve to the sleeper:
you seem like you are going thru some sort of mid-life crisis

here, have an email bracelet

are you drinking your meme
because the jokes on you

yep. a mammoth morning - that’s my style
and you keep your killing regime in the relish

what do you promise those little girls
txt balloons?

The Quintessential Hallucinogen FULL lecture by Terence McKenna (1946 - 2000)

Future Islands - Balance

Mystic Braves - Bright Blue Day Haze

Family Therapy by Cynthia Atkins

dyed my hair red

now i match my chair. oh brother. my daughter in law told me i look too washed out with the weird blonde so i am trying out different colors, so this is a weird red. too fake.

Still image remix: 'Items of Value to a Dying Man' by Kristin LaTour with art by Peter Gric from Nic Sebastian on Vimeo.

Paloma Faith - Only Love Can Hurt Like This (Off the Cuff)

"Memory Bank" by Tasha Klein

a post to commemorate my 3rd year of sobriety (because it is great to be free)

Today I woke feeling kinda blue.. Then I stumbled upon an online commercial for Neil Young's new business venture and after seeing how badly some of those old rock stars have aged, I managed to feel somewhat better about myself! *

And, ah, well, face-stabs

the way he pushed them through



we stayed at the Ocean Motel

with its deco swirl

and

day lily blossom drift

but
in spite of everything
winter's black sun
clung on



*

U2 - Ultraviolet (Light My Way) lyrics

"Splat" by Tasha

"Satellite" by Tasha

"EYE" by Tasha

Rose Windows - Full Performance (Live on KEXP)

"Acrylic Sky" by Tasha

"In the Wings of the Arm" 1 & 2 by Tasha

"Neon Skeet" by Tasha

"Red Bottle" by Tasha

Kindle Fire pic.

"Spring Thaw" by Tasha

"Haunted" by Tasha

"Metamorphosis" by Tasha

"Drive-Thru" by Tasha

"Fish Smoke" by Tasha

"Another Glass?" by Tasha

"Coral" by Tasha

"Red, White & Blue" by Tasha

"Escape" collage by Tasha

"War" collage by Tasha

"Vamp Porn" by Tasha Klein

"Fruit Pop" by Tasha

ecological lung print: "the watchers" by Tasha

"Anxiety" by Tasha

another self shot - "Lithium-ion Heart" hardy har har

"Super Glue"

"Love Potion Know-How", "Cat Kraft" & "Genie" collage madness by Tasha

i'm really getting a kick out of making these. just noticed that the cat's whiskers are missing. guess i cut them off in the heat of the moment, for the love potion, maybe.. lol
Cat Kraft

GENIE

"Wonder Wheel" collage by Tasha

"Today Is A New Day" collage by Tasha

Nine Inch Nails - All Time Low (HD)

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collage project

I am going to add some calligraphy and embellishments, and call it "Bronzino".

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another version

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1/31/2014
applied the mod-podge and added butterfly, and some, monster high, stickers