redsweaterdream

front yard, before midday (high noon on another zone) and waiting for the powerlines to shake and the boys in black (like Kesher in Mul.Drive... that that that feeling) and they come up the road and take me away.

I fear and lament and await the day.

Blonde curls, and maybe (afterall) it will be a key in my hands, a bed of grass under my gentle hand, lifelines touching to the green, foretelling lush futures.

get the devil behind you, and he'll ride your back

Sweetheart

The clouds are low here today. Spreading over the city like a nightmare.

I've an Urge. Slide guitar trembling E minor, remembering itself as a passing semi.

I'm flickering like Caligari. Behind the skin. From Here to There.

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I whisper low.. To the Places that know.


I walk the hallways of hotels



















and canyons

Kicking around like a ghost.

This is where I Am, today, Piece of my heart traveling well loved directions.

Hush.

This is A dirty secret in the wind. Like a whistle in a crystal glass. A breath through the brass bells hanging by a windowsill.

for a stranger

Dearest Runar,

I found a dead bird outside and brought it back to the ether-house where it rests on a small bed of leaves. Beside it I left a silver chain, and attached to it is a key. In the eye of the key is engraved EH and it is one of two for the house, until more Glass residents know.

My own key I have lost, since. If you find it please bring it back.

~ Zill


P:S I heard music in the distance. A calliope howl.

fire ghosts

Me, fire twirling, early January

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thoughts and wavelengths

"I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost."



I want to visit this homestead






















I belong in this drawing.




















hotel loner








http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=h_m1p7TrQeA




xoxo

Black Mountain are coming!

I was leaving the gym when a poster caught my eye, and I almost jumped out of my skin as it was advertising their March shows in Sydney.

I fell in love with BM early last year and have been a fan ever since. Their sound is old and well realised and they often steal me away and take me to a very certain place of mind, which I thoroughly enjoy.


I've just seen Dead Meadow, so the fact these guys are now coming is psych-out bliss for this kitty.

note to self

don't give up.

a tear in the sky

One night over Christmas I was caught by the night sky because it looked like a giant hole, as though someone had taken a razor and cut out the clouds and colour, and what was above was like an ocean, upside down, and I drowned and ascended at the same time, this buzz, that's how it felt and I was distracted from dinner and conversation because everything dropped away into a lull and it was that holding your breath underwater stillness loud quiet that was all i could feel and taste just the air of my own breaths and that giant puncture in the balloon of the 'phere around us all.

I've been thinking heavily on Mulholland and the vellum and cants and unkin (see, Hal Duncan) and I feel as though reality is pasteurised sometimes by circumstances and normality but that tang is on the tongue of something else "going on".


I'm near trembling.

excerpts:

She can hear the lie in his voice, though. Hell, she can feel that other reality pressing in on her, trying to push through. Smoke and mirrors. There’s no smoke without fire, and there’s another world through the looking glass.


I stand where broken roads are ....Hollywood as a new Atlantis, glittering in the depths

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In my life it ALL comes back to my Death Valley Days.

Shivering timbers. I want it!

I really really like this dress. Something about it is romantic. It'd go with my collection of sweet dresses to pair with my assortment of boots..You see, when I like something, I often go for what it brings to mind. Usually it's some sappy lonesome highway extravagance or Southern Gothic affair.



Anyway, back to facts. It's from an American chain though, and so to get anything shipped to Australia one has to order up to $75 US worth. I had bit more of a browse and found some more dresses I like as well as a couple different colours of the same t shirt, the pink and the yellow, with a distressed photograph of a rose on it. Paired with a leather jacket and tight black pants it would make a hell of an outfit.



xo

I've become reasonably comfortable with myself, enough to act freely and without inhibition. It comes to people at different stages of their life and there is no saying once you catch it you keep it.

At the moment, I'm considering studying again so that I can work in a museum, eventually, as a curator, or at a library. I fucking love books. Books and old cars that smell and feel like 1968 in the spring on a boulevarde.

Works a charm every time

When you're feeling any shade of blue, an image of a fine fine gentleman does the trick.

in my head at the moment

IT'S RAINING AT THE BORDER, TEARS OF LOVE LIKE BLOOD SPILTSTAGNANT ON THE CARPET...IT'S RAINING AND ANOTHER FILTHY WIDOW WATCHES...AND THE SELF IS NO FRIEND AND ALL ENEMIES ATTACK FROM WITHIN...WAY DOWN DEEP, YOU KNOW WHYTHE DARKNESS IS SEPARATED BY A SLOW, RED RIVERNIGHT SNEAKS INTO SLEEPY CORNERSI LAY AT THE EDGE OF A FIELD OF FIREWITH A THOUSAND GHOSTS IN MY DUSTY BED, A THOUSAND GHOSTS....WAY DOWN DEEP YOU KNOW WHY...THE EARTH SPITS THREADBARE IT'S SHALLOW DAUGHTERS WHO TREAD LIKE BROKEN TRAMPS, DAMP ON STONE COLD STARES & DEEP WITHIN THE FEAR OF A HUNDRED LONELY VICTIMS DOWN...WAY DEEP DOWN YOU KNOW WHY...I WILL LISTEN FOR YOUR BAITED STEP LIKE SHADOWS IN THE HALL THAT FALL SLOWLY AND TRACE THE SHUTTERS OF YOUR HOLLOW THOUGHTS AND BEAT MY HEART AGAINST THESE WALLS, AND BEAT MY HEART... IT'S RAINING AT THE BORDER, IT'S RAINING... IT'S RAINING... TEARS OF BLOOD.

by the unaffable Ms Lunch

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I'd call her Mardou

baby steps

No matter how you feel: get up, dress up, show up.