September 2010
2 posts
this is me, cassie
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goodnight, goodnight
hallo it is cassie, home from the children’s room with a hungry tummy & too much to do.
i had an organic soy vanilla yogurt with lots of raisins and then i made blueberry green tea which still might be too hot and then i poured myself a glass of dark chocolate almond milk into my piglet cup and then i heated up some vegan oatmeal raisin walnut cookies.
i have been trying desperately to...
March 2010
8 posts
there’s something safe about winter coats. i like to stock mine with things that i may need, anything at all. atleast a few dollars, a little organic pomegranate drop, or maybe blood orange. a small eskimo with velcro on his back to play with when i am nervous, and don’t want to look in your eyes. my phone in case i lose my way or become that silk feather, swept into the light that...
who remembers?
i do, and that’s quite alright if i am the only one.
i wish that when we were sitting together, my mouth would unfold like paper fortune tellers. there’d be so many flaps and possibilities behind whatever doors you choose. maybe that’s the way it is already? i would hope so.
i think that brocolli would make rather pretty flowers. if someone ever brought me...
last night i saw an enormous man with floral tattoos and no face, pictures of me with a bunny mask that were never taken, and places that don’t exist. i moved into a new house and i discovered a child i’d forgotten about that had been living inside my room since the summer. she was too young to talk, but she did. she hadn’t been fed or changed or washed or anything. i lifted...
sometimes i wonder if dreams are trying to tell me something. the other night i had this one where my youngest sister was only an infant, and she was in the pool. she was flapping her little arms in desperation, like she did when my father neglected to pay any attention and she’d begin to drown. my mother would come running and scoop her up out of the water, or me or my other sister...
Last night in my dream I was three or four different people. Once I lived in an orphanage, but followed a girl who ranaway. Then I was this actress, and I had this baby that didn’t really look human at all. I was supposed to give birth to a cat, and then put it up for adoption. But I loved this baby so much because she was beautiful, and had these amazing freckles and sometimes her hair...
We were in an elaborate graveyard, and then a playground with so many tunnels and those little spheres where you can peer out through the window belly. We crawled and crawled, until we found a table and on top of the table we knocked over all of those figurines like DNA made out of the abdomens of bees and everything was dark and golden. Last night’s dream.
last night’s dream consisted of all of us going to a mall on halloween but by the time that it got dark, we’d lost all of our belongings including our faces and nobody was who i thought. we had to all run outside through rapids of mud and we pushed eachother down and around and laughed and screamed and cried. we all filled up the mattresses surrounding a farm that was neither inside...
February 2010
14 posts
in my dream at one point there was this party and i completely lost it i was manic beyond measure at first i’d just been silent but then i started hiding under the chairs and then i found all of the secrets and i knew all the secrets and they were afraid i’d tell you all of the secrets and then i started falling under the chairs again and seizing at the bottom of the stairs and...
so there was this woman just walking, straight down that hill in the middle of the street. she wore a unicorn sweater that hugged her pea shape all around, and she smoked her cigarette behind her sunglasses and just kept on walking and did not even glance at me. she is one of the few people that has not made me feel embarrassed or giggly when they walked by me.
Tonight I asked my youngest sister if she had ever had any paranormal experiences. She told me that sometimes when she is alone, usually lying in bed, she hears people screaming. Sometimes the people are trying to tell her to do something, but she can’t understand what they are saying. She told me that she thought her dream last night hinted that someone would make a mistake today. I...
counting the loops in the hem and remembering the rosebuds, i recall that such sweetness is and cannot be otherwise. then after, i clutch at my skin and turn, questioning the rise and drop of the tide. my feet descend and through the hall to the bathroom. the floor is colder than doctor’s hands. i urinate and it feels like i’ve lost a thousand pounds. i look into the mirror, swaying...
Bon Iver- Blood Bank
I like it when people are so unusual looking that you try but cannot look away. They become sort of nice. Maybe they have a pretty voice, or they brush their teeth just the right way so that none of the toothpaste gets on the mirror or drips down from their chin or dries in the crevices of their mouth. Maybe their laugh sounds like a flock of birds ascending, or their smile is like jam on toast...
aquatic ape hypothesis: a possible explanation of human evolution that consists of the theory that our ancestors spent a period of time living in an aquatic environment
January 2010
23 posts
phantasmagoria |fanˌtazməˈgôrēə|- a shifting series of phantasms, illusions, or deceptive appearances, as in a dream; an illusion in which figures increase or diminish in size, pass into each other or dissolve
Broken Social Scene- Lover’s Spit
pearlsandtea:
movieoftheday:
La Vie En Rose by...
Blood vessels are more than lovely. They’re like excited trees, bouncing and scooting their trunk up and down with each pound. Beautiful.
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when people get right out of the shower and you see their face all damp and their hair soaked into a darker shade it’s wonderful. it’s like you’re seeing a whole other side of them, the part that...
I see femoral triangles of stars I know they’re really pearls dug out from tongues
fresh flesh
delivered obstetric forceps tight and
snug like a loving coaxing claw rousing you all from your caves out from the dark out from the black into the red scarlet sweat placenta ripping gripping lights
I swing toward the branch its giggling so sweetly
Whispering
My eyes fixate and I inhale...
It was late, when I got home and into bed. After turning out the lights I thought my mother was still talking to me from the bathroom. I mumbled and shifted my body around, trying to tell her I was going to sleep. Sound and vision and state were tilted. I realized she was on the phone after several trips up and down the stairs. Finally settling into bed I could hear her panicking. Two...
I made mashed potatoes. I sat and ate the whole bowl and then went off into the woods. I was laying on this picnic table and I closed my eyes and it felt like I was in my own heated box stuffed with a sort of plush that you can breathe through. Invisible stuffing all tucked in around me, and itsy mice asleep on each of my eyes. It was a place to fall asleep.
Today I walked toward the sun I found some water and some turkeys I thought about when I was young and how all my dolls were lesbians that killed off their husbands to be with their girlfriends I used to get mad at overly happy faces and bang them against the roofs of little houses I wore pink jeans but I did not like jeans all that much you see because I thought that the fly made it look like I...
So I was sitting at the table, in the study room on the third floor without the window. She was talking and pointing and her upright words were spitting all over the page. But I wasn’t there. I was staring out and out, I was looking directly into the stomach of something or maybe I was looking at nothing at all. I can’t really remember if I was thinking or not. I stopped hearing...
changeling: in European folklore, a deformed or imbecilic offspring of fairies or elves substituted by them surreptitiously for a human infant. According to legend, the abducted human children are given to the devil or used to strengthen fairy stock. The return of the original child may be effected by making the changeling laugh or by torturing it; this latter belief was responsible for numerous...
I was watching these French children the other night. The smallest girl had a night terror. Her limbs seemed like they were being pulled by strings, and crying with eyes fluttering she edged backward. Her head was heavy and flopped off the bed. She wouldn’t respond. Another night she had told me she heard a storm, she was so scared of the storm. I tried to comfort her, telling her it...
So last night I had a dream, and in part of it I was flying over this house without a roof. I knew that the family was bad immediately and tried to run away but I could not. Their son with the eyes that rolled around and salami for a tongue caught me. They weren’t just people. They were cannibals, and they were absolutely obsessed with meat. The father had this little gun that he kept...
geneticmutations:
I ALWAYS KNEW I’D SPENT A LOT...
The other night I had this dream where my smallest sister was a baby again, and she went inside a fish tank so she could swim with the fish or something. Last night in my dream I kept trying to put eyeliner on, but my hand was shaking and every time I messed up, blue corn chips would clutter my eyes. I had to keep pulling them out, and they would be all wet and looked sort of like butterfly...
Sometimes it feels like I’ve got little crabs inside my eyes. Like the ones you’ll find if you dig too deep at the beach. And those little crabs, they’re drooling against their pillows. Their saliva turns into tears and I blink.
I scratch at my skin till little bumps bloom in the valleys.
Voices resounding, foggy behind the tintinnabulation in the corners and fluttering of eyelashes against the windows. Until I feel the breaths, really just abstraction. In the darkness we ourselves fade, but I think that the presence of others becomes all the more evident.
December 2009
64 posts
Asleep there were rose bushes, like teething albino alligators, white roses and they tugged and scratched and sunk into my legs and arms and palms. In my dream there was an atomic bomb and it went off. All that was left were the structures of houses and buildings. Just the skeletons. Then there was a rush of water, everywhere and the streets and insides of places and it was like doors and...
Composing shapes with meaning out of paint chips peeling from segments of senses in corners of pigments and rooms without vision I watch you in a light
near
far close distance to
window frames weeping at sky, rooftops
asleep they are blind gone
out of existence
there’s no comfort in this there will always
be hunger
like darkness
empty eyes-
ravenous, always
“Where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds
In a...”
– David Bowie