pours herself another vodka/red bull
and turns up the volume
'Super Nanny'
what a great show.
.
show over. cigs, gone.
thinks about getting dressed and going outside to see if the car will start.. nah.
searches for 'Even Flow' on Utube instead.
Pearl Jam.. isn't it a decade too soon for them to be hip again?
no.
o, okay.. so you're just gonna be all sullen and bitchy now?
no. i found a pair of long johns and they fit so i am actually quite content.
so, you are getting dressed and you are gonna go out and try to start your car?
no.
alright. just sayin'. just might be good to see if it starts. cause you are gonna have to drive it tomorrow.
i can walk.
LMFAO! yeah, right. in this weather? you aren't as tough as you used to be, Nina. Let's face it, you have pretty much given up.
on what?!
L I F E
fuck you.
..
Dec 11, 2009
Dec 5, 2009
Radar Love
love is..
us, living in a van by the river..
drinking cheap scotch and screw-top wine
writing mad/bad-ass poems on napkins stolen from McDonald's.
we will film everything, of course, and become friends.
lol come on now, let's get serious!
Love is..
the blinds closed, your wet hair, your pupils all crescent, the clutch
and hold of your sweet talons, and that satin bush wild enough to silk on!
to silk on? oh, you mean after i bang it on your salty lips & tongue?
oh yeah - and the way you paint those lusty arrows on my skin
till i am blind & gutted, reduced to howls; dog language
but what if i want a cigarette and we have none?
i'll let you suck my finger or if you want you can suck your thumb and i won't ever tell anyone.
us, living in a van by the river..
drinking cheap scotch and screw-top wine
writing mad/bad-ass poems on napkins stolen from McDonald's.
we will film everything, of course, and become friends.
lol come on now, let's get serious!
Love is..
the blinds closed, your wet hair, your pupils all crescent, the clutch
and hold of your sweet talons, and that satin bush wild enough to silk on!
to silk on? oh, you mean after i bang it on your salty lips & tongue?
oh yeah - and the way you paint those lusty arrows on my skin
till i am blind & gutted, reduced to howls; dog language
but what if i want a cigarette and we have none?
i'll let you suck my finger or if you want you can suck your thumb and i won't ever tell anyone.
Nov 2, 2009
*~Melancholy~*
Nina wakes
to find him carrying her
beating
heart
to his kymograph/other thing machine thing
his sepia lab coat
has vanished in spots
what are you doing with that?
checking it for a change
why?
don't worry
you'll get it back
~~~
to find him carrying her
beating
heart
to his kymograph/other thing machine thing
his sepia lab coat
has vanished in spots
what are you doing with that?
checking it for a change
why?
don't worry
you'll get it back
~~~
Oct 20, 2009
the land stands still, the water keeps rising
both moons, those milky eyes
dissolve into soft focus
Nina is dreaming. her hair a tangle of mischief
blue veins pulsing starfish highlit thighs hand painted
skin
bubble b, where did you wander off to
far away giggle
broken static
just /// beach
are you wearing the repellent
i found a cove full of ***///*
get back to the villa before dark, i'm picking you up in a few hours
foamy shadow - flagged
Nina!
ok // tryin to send [image]
~<~<~<~====~<~<~<~^^~>~>~>~====~>~>~>~
dissolve into soft focus
Nina is dreaming. her hair a tangle of mischief
blue veins pulsing starfish highlit thighs hand painted
skin
bubble b, where did you wander off to
far away giggle
broken static
just /// beach
are you wearing the repellent
i found a cove full of ***///*
get back to the villa before dark, i'm picking you up in a few hours
foamy shadow - flagged
Nina!
ok // tryin to send [image]
~<~<~<~====~<~<~<~^^~>~>~>~====~>~>~>~
Oct 16, 2009
Oct 14, 2009
Nina starts crying at the same time the rain begins to फाल - 10/01/09 11:09:51
not so much out of sadness as from frustration.
she closes the window and gets out the ice.
take that, eyelid 1 and eyelid 2!
frozen swirls of radon on frozen planets of ice?
'forever afternoon (tuesday?)'
the fairy land of love .. i know u are smiling .. i always make u smile with my love
It's smoke only when no
longer visible, everything around
it, shiny, blue, and naked, odd parts I notice and
claim.
lick-spittle of thought, brainwell, shadows of my soul .. imagine it is a blue world's other weather .. rubbed on your knot .. my finger-flower close the blinds, concentrate, u know the vanity of the carnal world. but that is not what i was talking about..
well.. i am talking about the enormous stillness of dream-taste.
a fatal autumnal afternoon.
why fatal?
just a deeper magic. .
the
two-lane highway, recognition?
before the re-pass.
lol
..
your hair smells good.
your lips are soft.
i'll stay.
who will save us now?
she closes the window and gets out the ice.
take that, eyelid 1 and eyelid 2!
frozen swirls of radon on frozen planets of ice?
'forever afternoon (tuesday?)'
the fairy land of love .. i know u are smiling .. i always make u smile with my love
It's smoke only when no
longer visible, everything around
it, shiny, blue, and naked, odd parts I notice and
claim.
lick-spittle of thought, brainwell, shadows of my soul .. imagine it is a blue world's other weather .. rubbed on your knot .. my finger-flower close the blinds, concentrate, u know the vanity of the carnal world. but that is not what i was talking about..
well.. i am talking about the enormous stillness of dream-taste.
a fatal autumnal afternoon.
why fatal?
just a deeper magic. .
the
two-lane highway, recognition?
before the re-pass.
lol
..
your hair smells good.
your lips are soft.
i'll stay.
who will save us now?
Oct 12, 2009
with a hint of plum in her hair
i love strange places
strange places or being a stranger?
ha..
they were staying in an abandoned villa overlooking the ice cold ocean. there were other small villas in the area but this was the only one with electricity, hot water and a working jacuzzi bathtub. the place was overflowing, with dark, cheap mediterranean furniture spotted in places with a strange florescent mold (?). Nina had discovered what seemed like, hundreds of bottles of wine, underneath the ornate bar. each small, round bottle they pulled out, had the same handwritten label:
Robertson Winery
natural sweet red
South Africa
Nina was already opening a bottle, using her small, personal, vine engraved corkscrew.
i hope the corks aren't all crumbly, who knows how old these bottles are..
pop!
Nina laughs, grabs a small plastic cup and says
this one is fine. i'm taking it with me into the bath. why don't you check out the kitchenette. so-so said that he left some decent freeze-dried meals in the pantry. or.. you should see if you can get that old vhs player to work, he left his 1960's classic tv shows, collection. her voice trailing away as she turns the corner to walk down the hall towards the bathroom.
he decides to go out on the terrace to get some fresh air before tackling the ancient vhs situation. the place had a weird odor. not really unpleasant but the fact that it was, unidentifiable, bothered him. Nina said it was just the regular, musty-dusty closed-up-house smell, and suggested opening all the windows but the windows were screen less, and he wasn't sure what kind of insects were out there, so they agreed to leave the windows closed for the time being, especially at night. the view from the terrace was spectacular, 2 moons, each one surrounded by a bright violet glow, which was never visible from the city. the seagulls looked like regular seagulls only much larger and they seemed to move much slower, than he remembered from his childhood. he wished he had asked so-so for a map of the island, but it was too late now. he suddenly felt uneasy and went back inside, locking the glass door behind him.
he finds Nina still in the bathtub, her hair pinned up, jet flows turned way down, and a washcloth over both eyes. bubbles in circles bumping up against her skin like white bursting flames.
are your eyes hurting again?
emmm.. especially the left one. feels like it is turning into a migraine.
relax, i'll go look for some pills, knowing so-so the way i do, i know he left something good behind
Nina sighs to herself. she was sick of all the poison. sick of the running & hiding..
~~
back in the kitchenette, he finds a blank envelope, and starts to write:
my heart is only a muscle
drained and flattened or
fluted and electric
depending on the umbilicus of your climate,
the smashing of your void.
your heart is a forest, where
if i'm not careful
mine may disappear
~~~~
as they slept
the ocean grew colder &
thousands of stars
moved closer together
Nina dreamed dreams she would never remember
they flowed into each other
becoming one
mouth
moose-mink monogram
monogrammed
Marcy Playground
# #
i really like that line:
eating a face
who wrote that?
i don't recall
recall?
lol, i always use, 'remember' .. so ..
ah.. so .. so, you liked that song?
not really. just the songs it reminded me of
alright.. open another bottle.
i can't i am having the strangest dream.
i'll do it
k
where did you leave your insane goblet?
i don't remember
Nina.. did you go out on the terrace, while i was in the shower?
no.
heh.. you know... i came here with you so that you are safe.. please don't lie.
there weren't any insects! i wasn't bit! i just wanted to see the sea turtles. so-so said they use this beach! they have developed a special protection!
i just wanted to see!!
alright. it's ok. calm down.
strange places or being a stranger?
ha..
they were staying in an abandoned villa overlooking the ice cold ocean. there were other small villas in the area but this was the only one with electricity, hot water and a working jacuzzi bathtub. the place was overflowing, with dark, cheap mediterranean furniture spotted in places with a strange florescent mold (?). Nina had discovered what seemed like, hundreds of bottles of wine, underneath the ornate bar. each small, round bottle they pulled out, had the same handwritten label:
Robertson Winery
natural sweet red
South Africa
Nina was already opening a bottle, using her small, personal, vine engraved corkscrew.
i hope the corks aren't all crumbly, who knows how old these bottles are..
pop!
Nina laughs, grabs a small plastic cup and says
this one is fine. i'm taking it with me into the bath. why don't you check out the kitchenette. so-so said that he left some decent freeze-dried meals in the pantry. or.. you should see if you can get that old vhs player to work, he left his 1960's classic tv shows, collection. her voice trailing away as she turns the corner to walk down the hall towards the bathroom.
he decides to go out on the terrace to get some fresh air before tackling the ancient vhs situation. the place had a weird odor. not really unpleasant but the fact that it was, unidentifiable, bothered him. Nina said it was just the regular, musty-dusty closed-up-house smell, and suggested opening all the windows but the windows were screen less, and he wasn't sure what kind of insects were out there, so they agreed to leave the windows closed for the time being, especially at night. the view from the terrace was spectacular, 2 moons, each one surrounded by a bright violet glow, which was never visible from the city. the seagulls looked like regular seagulls only much larger and they seemed to move much slower, than he remembered from his childhood. he wished he had asked so-so for a map of the island, but it was too late now. he suddenly felt uneasy and went back inside, locking the glass door behind him.
he finds Nina still in the bathtub, her hair pinned up, jet flows turned way down, and a washcloth over both eyes. bubbles in circles bumping up against her skin like white bursting flames.
are your eyes hurting again?
emmm.. especially the left one. feels like it is turning into a migraine.
relax, i'll go look for some pills, knowing so-so the way i do, i know he left something good behind
Nina sighs to herself. she was sick of all the poison. sick of the running & hiding..
~~
back in the kitchenette, he finds a blank envelope, and starts to write:
my heart is only a muscle
drained and flattened or
fluted and electric
depending on the umbilicus of your climate,
the smashing of your void.
your heart is a forest, where
if i'm not careful
mine may disappear
~~~~
as they slept
the ocean grew colder &
thousands of stars
moved closer together
Nina dreamed dreams she would never remember
they flowed into each other
becoming one
mouth
moose-mink monogram
monogrammed
Marcy Playground
# #
i really like that line:
eating a face
who wrote that?
i don't recall
recall?
lol, i always use, 'remember' .. so ..
ah.. so .. so, you liked that song?
not really. just the songs it reminded me of
alright.. open another bottle.
i can't i am having the strangest dream.
i'll do it
k
where did you leave your insane goblet?
i don't remember
Nina.. did you go out on the terrace, while i was in the shower?
no.
heh.. you know... i came here with you so that you are safe.. please don't lie.
there weren't any insects! i wasn't bit! i just wanted to see the sea turtles. so-so said they use this beach! they have developed a special protection!
i just wanted to see!!
alright. it's ok. calm down.
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