Posts tagged ‘kalashnikozy’

September 7, 2010


How long, how long did your estuary run?
Did you call yourself a father?
Did you call yourself so dumb?
Did you call yourself a shovel that was suffocating fun?


i am so bad at this

i swear i’ve been good

working at the gallery, babysitting and such has lead me to believe i am ‘busy’

and what with my whole one class this semester

it’ll get me real far.

in other news i’ve been crushing violets, yelling at phones, avoiding hairy necks, pilfering seeds, chasing tails, eating [mostly] raw, feeding fish, sleeping with the decameron shoved under my pillow for plague dreams, wanting to be dame darcy when i grow up, counting down the days to 24, knitting my hands off, bruising my hips, possibly going to the gun show [?], and other nonsense.  i’m sure there’s more but no one cares so here’s some stuff

[camera’s still bust]

heads up!

new zine! took me absolute days to piece this guy together and its still horrendously written. I’M A VISUAL ARTIST. ahem.


i also recently knit a larger than life sized kalashnikov! i succeeded! next up —- chainsaw??

september is the one month that isn’t full of surprises. the cool routine is refreshing but i daresay in the long run, i should mess it up a bit because the following months tend to be excruciatingly difficult. let’s do this right, this time. for once. i’m getting too old for this heartbreak business.
one thing to look forward to is the highly anticipated move out of this…city. in the spring. so.

August 18, 2010


and so it has come to pass.

many of you know, and many of you don’t know, that i was away for a few weeks.  not far enough away to be a trip, but enough to know that i was somewhere i was not from, to stay and work in a place that i did not belong.  there was a pull in my chest to return from whence i came.  wherever and whenever i was.

during this time, a very dear friend of mine had died and my client became very ill and i began to crumble under the pressure.  of what?  i am the only person who puts me in trouble.  dare i say i am my own worst enemy.

the signs were clear enough, really.

  • ‘your heart will skip a beat’ – fortune cookie
  • the morbid curiousity of the rotting starling down the street
  • new undead creature addiction
  • never knowing when the last time you will speak to someone.

i wish i knew where all these flies were coming from – besides something that’s rotting.

plunging and reveling in this has been both absurd and refreshing.  having gone through a myriad of depressions before this i knew a task was needed in order to channel the fervent energy away from pathetic vampire tears.

maybe someone remembers KALASHNIKOZY?  i know i do.  needing a project that was going to last me a day or 2, i contacted my prime mover and we’re pursuing it fully.  we’ll see how it pulls through but thankfully, my hands are no longer idle – as for satan and my mind – that is for another day.

home mix

in any case, here’s a mini mix!  a soundtrack for elated sadness, or something.  thoughts?