folder g - good thing i didn't say, 'come live with me & be my love'.

i may post a Trachtentanz next. no time to post the bluerun pics. < note to self

.rain. from my tungsten line of toppling ..

self-portrait

what do you want to do with the game in progress?

don't save
'invalid_ move'
what?!
stupidstupid spider solitaire
Nina stares at the screen
annoyed and just
pissed off -
this
no internet situation
blows !
outside bolts of lightning
frag ment the night's sky
the moon-fish swim in circles
turning every now & then to
press
their
frail
white
faces
AgainstTheGlass

***

later
in a dream
she follows pale_violet_links
to Mr Virtual Virtuoso's realm of 'No reason to stay awake'
obsolete electronics mementoes of another time
networks of amorphous alumni mannequins ~
their gushy eyes
music
machines
unfinished paintings<>drawings
maps & manuscripts

a blacklight poster of a naked asian chick
pinned to a marred wall
&
on the sofa a box of

open
to
be smeared
in the newer portals of the
multifarious Never Ending ~
Emptiness sometimes lies down and stretches her long legs
until her toes touch the tip of a bed or blanket or the
coat of some unsuspecting fool
silently shuffling through his own dream / s
of
long ago ~
clusters of rosettes wet and shiny could be found
clustering under certain trees at the edge of the wood ~
a myraid of spider webs strewn across
flowering meadows only visible to the human eye
on misty mornings ~

your absence is still a hole in today

*
Nina knows he is right ~ nothing will ever come of it
~ * ~
Nothing ~ slinky in her black dress & new
eyelashes Nothing ~ sister to Emptiness Nothing ~
penetrating the divine with one single swipe and click
the simple hit and run the clinch & glitch
Nothing ~ c ode les s just a slip in the chip

sometimes Nina thinks she somehow misled him but
the truth is he misled her or they misled each other
without ever working up

a sheen of sweat

during the overshadowing the static
the marathon marauding her alcoholic
psychosis his designer drugs & those
many melancholy drizzles
he rocked her and she cradled him
~*~



after the rain the blue starts to open out and
s p r e a d
blueing everything

'There are no more possible moves
What do you want to do?
end game
or
return and try again'

pics & music - one step beyond - realize - Karsh Kale

hello, my patchouli.ed, ethereal-enchantment.my emerald

.symphony, Hello!

I have to walk a mile to connect to your realm. cuz I live here, now -





Face Hook is like a city, too crowded & busy. I only go when I get a personal message.

moonshadow - cat stevens

thursday aug 11

a m


The Idyllic Routine

Bad verses; tokens of my affection
written while drinking mineral water
as deer gambole across the lawn

where are you? still nestled deep within a dream?

... and when the tempest shakes the wave
:) i was stringing patterns of rain into a
necklace just for you, my flame-stitch ...

*yellow*coldplay*


still-gaze

space-dyed

verve

so where were, YOU, 'for a few days'?

i was here.




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wed aug 10

stopgap

so, talk. i'll be here forever in this time
less dribble. one word from you and i am fine.

weightless

eternity is in

in this tiny little bubble.

i can almost see the soundless rim of your hat.

you are a musician, you can transform discarded bits of
this and that

fringed bangs, pom-poms and shiny pendants

or just cut up a solid

propel the turquoise, Amelia ~ you billowy bou
doir of sumptuous softness!

why do you talk to that polyester-fill?

because she is a working sidelight. hey, what are you going to call this?

'LESS'

LOL excellence is not synonymous with perfection

did i tell you that i stopped smoking?

no. but good for you.

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