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]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/28330261/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/28330261/ Fri, 13 Nov 2009 10:38:23 PST There is nothing to say.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/27687678/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/27687678/ Sat, 10 Oct 2009 12:55:07 PDT
I've come to kind of embrace that hysteria that makes everyone so deeply uncomfortable.

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]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/26724897/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/26724897/ Thu, 20 Aug 2009 23:54:35 PDT ten pages
everyday.

There is a story
about Heaven
and Hell

and about
cain and able

and the prodigal son

and other things
I can't go into here.

The rest is
theological rhetoric.
clusters of poems.

and I've a
great deal
of correspondence

I do not write
love poetry
to anyone.
anymore.

Breathe easy.

it aint anything
to anyone.
No hard feelings.

Every Journal I've written
on deviantart
has been about Ulices.
and Grayson.

I've moved on.
I can dig it.

I still don't
believe a word of it.


My immune system
is healing
itself.

I've stayed damn fit.
My breasts
have disappeared.

my curves are the same.
I still have a silhouette

The color
has returned to
to my cheek and lip.
My eyes glow.

I make good money.

My faith in God
has been renewed.
My friends are tight knit.
and I live on my own.

My cousin

now lives with me

I've developed a taste
for chardonay over vodka
I smoke now.

I have a new beau.


I miss you.
Take care.

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]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/23937276/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/23937276/ Sat, 28 Mar 2009 16:18:20 PDT not solely to contemplate him
but the express embrace of the flesh assumed.
To find eternities in living ends,
in ecstatic storms and great anxieties
enables the transformation
of cold exegesis and finalities
into the self sustained absolute.

The dimensions are far deeper,
the virtue more nourishing than the sensations alone-
the sensations alone are stark and vain- very vain
wandering locks of hair, the bone shaven cheek
strolling fingers on physical measures,
the boys hand all becoming entireties,
and all ascend according to their limitations.

This is not a comforting platitude.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/21913650/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/21913650/ Wed, 10 Dec 2008 11:58:17 PST
can anyone help me?

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/21589967/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/21589967/ Thu, 20 Nov 2008 22:10:15 PST
I promote now, in my written and personal pursuits, beyond anything else, the hot blooded "illitterature", of Thomas Hardy salacious pulp, fantastic science fiction and pornography that after a certain level of production value becomes simply erotica (which is easily distinguished from pornography, as any one would be quick to remark, forgetting of course that Lolita was printed initially by a pornographic publication, God bless its holy feet.)This short list I've compiled over a period of time, originally entitled "Black lolita with bald pussy" a salacious title to accompany my sense of royal indignation at everything that doesn't suit my mood or thrill my senses. That kind of girlish provocation and willingness to lay down the puritan dilemma to hike up those skirts over those red stockings and let the sweat on your breast pour through the thin-spun cotton dress till dawn, god love it, amidst the great fire of the stark and gasping ecstasies I don't deny myself, I prefer faded gingham! Hotter than a firecracker in July? Oh hell, let her have it. and if anyone asks, tell them you're dancing.

In cold blood, Truman Capote
Breakfast at Tiffanys, Truman Capote
Lolita, Vladmir Nabokov
Tropic of cancer, Henry Miller
Tropic of capricorn, Henry Miller
Venus in Furs, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
La Philosophie Dans le Boudoir, Marquis De Sade
Salome, Oscar Wilde
Don Juan, Lord Byron
A Rebours, J-.k Huysman
The Virginian, Owen Wister
Babydoll, Tennessee Williams (technically a screen play)
A streetcar named desire, Tennessee Williams
The enchantress of Venus, Leigh Brackett (fuck star wars)
Lorelei of the red mist, Leigh Brackett
The martian Chronicles Ray Bradbury
The mothman propehcies, John Keel
Candy, Maxwell Kenton
Valley of the dolls, Jacqueline Susann
The story of 'O', Anne Desclos
The moon is a harsh mistress, Robert A. Heinlein
Red Planet, Robert A. Heinlein
Stranger in a strange land, Robert a Heinlein
Arthur C. Clarke. 2001: A Space Odyssey
Betty Zane, Zane Grey
The Hampdenshire Wonder. JD. Beresford
Star Maker, Olaf Stapldon
Solaris, Stanisław Lem
Nada the Lily, H. Rider Haggard
King of the Khyber Rifles, Talbot Mundy
Northwest Smith, (yes I know its a series, and I don't care.) C. L. Moore
Robots Have No Tails, Henry Kuttne

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/21309338/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/21309338/ Mon, 03 Nov 2008 22:08:17 PST
In the garden I saw a Man and a Woman naked and beautiful. They loved each other and their Love was their service to the Great Conception, a prayer and a sacrifice; through It they communed with God, through It they received the highest revelations; in Its light the deepest truths came to them; the magic world opened its gate; elves, undines, sylphs and gnomes came openly to them; the three kingdoms of nature, the mineral, plant and animal, and the four elements--fire, water, air and earth-served them.

Through their Love they saw the mystery of the world's equilibrium, and that they themselves were a symbol and expression of this balance. Two triangles united in them into a six-pointed star. Two magnets melted into an ellipsis. They were two. The third was the Unknown Future. The three made One.

I saw the woman looking out upon the world as though enraptured with its beauty. And from the tree on which ripened golden fruit I saw a serpent creep.[paragraph continues]

p. 40

It whispered in the woman's ear, and I saw her listening, smiling at first suspiciously, then with curiosity which merged into joy. Then I saw her speak to the man. I noticed that he seemed to admire only her and smiled with an expression of joy and sympathy at all she told him.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"This picture you see, is a picture of temptation and fall", said the voice. "What constitutes the Fall? Do you understand its nature"?

"Life is so good", I said, "and the world so beautiful, and this man and woman wanted to believe in the reality of the world and of themselves. They wanted to forget service and take from the world what it can give. So they made a distinction between themselves and the world. They said, 'We are here, the world is there'. And the world separated from them and became hostile."

"Yes", said the Voice, this is true. "The everlasting mistake with men is that they see the fall in love. But Love is not a fall, it is a soaring above an abyss. And the higher the flight, the more beautiful and alluring appears the earth. But that wisdom, which crawls on earth, advises belief in the earth and in the present. This is the Temptation. And the man and woman yielded to it. They dropped from the eternal realms and submitted to time and death. The balance was disturbed. The fairyland was closed upon them. The elves, undines, sylphs and gnomes became invisible.

p. 41

The Face of God ceased to reveal Itself to them, and all things appeared upside down.

"This Fall, this first 'sin of man', repeats itself perpetually, because man continues to believe in his separateness and in the Present. And only by means of great suffering can he liberate himself from the control of time and return to Eternity--leave darkness and return to Light".

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]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/19685947/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/19685947/ Wed, 30 Jul 2008 18:05:39 PDT Bright child of destiny
Who cried when she found out
The Pleiades were not
the two lovers she imagined

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/17947784/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/17947784/ Sun, 20 Apr 2008 16:32:33 PDT Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.
There's no man may look upon her, no man,
As when newly grown to be a woman,
Tall and noble but with face and bosom
Delicate in colour as apple blossom.
This beauty's kinder, yet for a reason
I could weep that the old is out of season.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/17324259/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/17324259/ Thu, 13 Mar 2008 23:05:27 PDT Made my heart come all undone
Do you love me, do you surfer girl
Surfer girl my little surfer girl

I have watched you on the shore
Standing by the ocean's roar
Do you love me do you surfer girl
Surfer girl surfer girl

We could ride the surf together
While our love would grow
In my Woody I would take you everywhere I go
So I say from me to you
I will make your dreams come true
Do you love me do you surfer girl
Surfer girl my little surfer girl

Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl

Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl

Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/17057303/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/17057303/ Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:51:26 PST
]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/16133000/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/16133000/ Fri, 28 Dec 2007 03:18:09 PST a fair young girl, my sister, my only joy, my pride
she was my friend from boyhood, I have no one left beside
I have loved her as a brother with a fathers care
I have strove from grief and sorrow her gentle heart to spare

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]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/15151184/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/15151184/ Sun, 21 Oct 2007 00:45:39 PDT
and for a moment everything was beautiful.



Oh, and was my dress coming undone, or was I just taking it off in front of you?

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/15122969/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/15122969/ Thu, 18 Oct 2007 23:36:34 PDT touching soft,
yellow milk dirt roads
and calamity turning foot
by cotton picking girls,
long, tall southwest dark-skin
whose red cherries shine as meat
picked clean from bone,
gorging themselves on the sound
Of the coming footfall, Carvin' out
such moments
'cross the kids on the side winding road.

we observe our hands turn in urgency
whose urgency suggested suspicion
fevers fortune broken heartlore.
Valentine, you were my best friend.
I'm a delicate looking boy, so were you.
never once did we come down,
and theres nothing to keep my foot from falling through

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/15067509/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/15067509/ Mon, 15 Oct 2007 02:08:40 PDT

Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14766514/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14766514/ Mon, 24 Sep 2007 01:19:55 PDT we celebrate the excursions of time,
the bloom of sexuality,
youth, death and all things, unfolded.

In electricity, and in anonymity,
we can act as the new shift, in tides, to abate stagnation.

We're not tired.

I'm not tired.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14653013/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14653013/ Sun, 16 Sep 2007 01:30:14 PDT and becoming thinner.
I cant help myself.
my feet are still bare.
I cant help that.

read the following:


and I say "come on flower,
were not done, not done, not by a lonely mile,
we're not done flower, and you can't sleep now,
Not now, and nothing between us comes,
And we'd not earned our leisure in a days wander,
And not by a winding road
do such earth treading stars make their bed,
in the dust of the earth
(Rag pickers in delirium,
Such lotus eaters, no ticket agents at our rest)
and we toil not, or spin, in glory
to perish in ovens, sun sick and void
no melody possessed in discord
No structure, in wild abandon.
What crowns, in absent rewards
we don't perish, we do not go supernova in the bellies of ovens
in straining after wind.
and I say, "come on flower, come on
WE'RE NOT DONE. NOT BY A LONELY MILE
NOT BY A LONELY MILE NOT DONE.
You, Passion Bearer, Little Bird,
we fly north,
we don't bend the knee,
and love is a coward iron,
verged upon hysteria and hungry
and what we have is not done
Not done, not by a lonely fucking mile.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14457125/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14457125/ Sun, 02 Sep 2007 14:04:46 PDT
Besides the point.

This is for Courtney, who's one of my favourite people.

1. I think I'll be married in an old mission on the border, or I wont be married at all. I'll wear a white cotton dress I think, but not a wedding dress. I'll talk slow and sweet, like honey (in direct reference to the short piece) and make love under the eyes of a garish plaster saint. I think I'm only half kidding. I'm terribly pretentious.
2. I used to have reoccurring dreams of dying in child birth, my therapist when i was thirteen told me i had a preoccupation with it. I may.
3. My first love, my most intense and passionate love, truly and madly, to whom I am most loyal too, is Tennessee Williams. With no question to his or my sexuality
4. I have a wild preoccupation with machines. and condemned houses.
5. George Harrison is my favorite Beatle.
6. I think all love, past the age of 18 is predominantly feigned.
7. I write frequently, but most of my writing is incoherent and fake
8. I actually have tons and tons of photographs taken between last year and this summer, but I'm hesitant in submitting, just to see how long I can make people hang on. No really.

how have you been? i'd like to know.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14434371/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14434371/ Sat, 01 Sep 2007 00:53:16 PDT And the people-who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth-then it's far too late-when they pass away.
We were talking-about the love we all could share-when we find it
To try our best to hold it there-with our love
With our love-we could save the world-if they only knew.
Try to realise it's all within yourself
No-one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small,
And life flows ON within you and without you.
We were talking-about the love that's gone so cold and the people,
Who gain the world and lose their soul-
They don't know-they can't see-are you one of them?
When you've seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind,
Is waiting there-
And the time will come when you see
we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you.

-George harrison

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14338924/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14338924/ Sat, 25 Aug 2007 19:10:27 PDT all about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much
it makes you sorry;
still, you don't regret a single day.
Ah, girl! Girl!

When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her;
she will turn to me and start to cry;
and she promises the earth to me
and I believe her,
after all this times I don't know why.
Ah, girl! Girl!

She's the kind of girl who puts you down
when friends are there you feel a fool. Didididi..
When you say she's looking good, she acts as if it's understood
she's cool, cool, cool, cool. Girl! Girl!

Was she told when she was young the fame would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said,
that a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he's dead?
Ah, girl! Girl! Girl!

Ah, girl! Girl! Girl!

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14318136/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14318136/ Fri, 24 Aug 2007 11:23:52 PDT


I will not excercise my loyalty if you cannot excercise your own, Ulices.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14067349/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/14067349/ Tue, 07 Aug 2007 22:20:39 PDT I'm a thin girl
living in a condemned house,
in a dirty cream dress of home-made lace
of lavish abandon
With dried flowers, Cigarette paper roses
lips, in a perposterous cupids bow
Unfolded as carnations
Comely,
in red curls
And a dainty white cloth on my head
I believe that it is my wedding day in Mexico

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/13874316/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/13874316/ Wed, 25 Jul 2007 13:04:31 PDT Life denies us these tiny graces.


My Tennessee Williams, my first and greatest love, (consumed in human misery, and that rattletrap thing, the flawed concept, desire) speaks to me in the same language as old friends, and lovers (with no question of his or my sexuality) divided in the various passions and tragedies that don’t seem to lead the either of us any further from our own caustic air. In these amends I think we’ve found souls likewise and dear conscience, even in the distance of years, death and era, in my loneliness (which is inexplicably selfish of me, I know) I feel graciously nearer to the soft-spoken, near hysteria, and verged on exhaustion, and trapped, creating my own tarot of the passion bearers and those with the delicate perception, the lotus eaters, drinkers of noon wine, strays and wild at heart, detiriorated (clustering at their cages and winging at the escape) the truly exceptional in their misery. The ones I am sister too, They love company.
Sympathy wishes nothing for us or the greater dualities (Two sides of the same coin, the lion and the unicorn, the water and the wine, the cup and the horn)
Displayed by those who perpetually seem in ribbons and tears, and the urgency of old haunts, The weak, and wretched, who verge upon hunger in famine, in love and heat unendured, unwashed, and unanswered with care toward the promised life, Sun-eyed, gazing in the same direction, towards that garish and harsh horizon. Empty.
Those who have left, I no longer have.
And still, I have Tennessee Williams and in death, he has me, Beaming, with an eye full of beauty and a head full of sleep. His company who mutters prayers for the lost, and drinks Junewine and says in hum and soft touch on a yellow hill somewhere;

“Come on flower,
We’re not done. Not by a lonely mile.”

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/13734499/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/13734499/ Sat, 14 Jul 2007 15:49:23 PDT
(Clair voyance is a bitch and kurt cobain was SUCH drama queen!) What Jabberwocky! and how!

Oh, yes the screenplay. In a nine month period (the exact length of a pregnancy) I gave birth to about five or six, depending, and in that times it seems I've concieved again, Its about the end of the whole wide world and the SKY! Or something along those lines.

also, I'm packed full of new poetry, (I need a leather bound jounalshould any of you actually care about my works along those lines, and new poe-lah-royds, a few that arent, although I have been STRONGLY advised against other mediums, assuming I have a knack in this print-on-the-spot-picture buisness. Kyrie Elesion!

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/13713016/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/13713016/ Thu, 12 Jul 2007 20:42:40 PDT

so am I.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/13621277/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/13621277/ Thu, 05 Jul 2007 12:51:28 PDT [link]

go ahead.

and further more

andwebangback@gmail.com

drop a line. ]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12741796/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12741796/ Thu, 26 Apr 2007 11:48:13 PDT
If I had gone Lunatic then

I must have gone Lunatic in

the right way."


To the boy I met this weekend,

thanks for stirring me in a way no one has been able too in years.



I'm sorry that I'll probably never see you again.

-Natalie.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12539703/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12539703/ Tue, 10 Apr 2007 13:15:11 PDT "Oh Natalie,
You eternally
and
tragically mad heroine,
its only a matter of time now
Before they shave your head
Put a rubber bit in your mouth
and give you 1000 CCs of electricity
and silence your hysterics once and for all"

and with a coy smile,
that I imagine only Pan (or Mick jagger) can manage,
Added

"wonder if I shall ever end up like you."

I thought about it.



and smiled.

Said
"yeah. I can dig it."

Adding

"And With a cluster of white flowers behind my ear
and a 1000 CCs of love,
I shall share a small room, (In the eastern wing
with a tiny window,)
With a Mr. tennessee williams.
And we shall discuss dueling pistols,
Rapes, labotomies, and our discent
And we'll discuss his degeneration,
My mad heroine

And the sons of bitches that put us in here!"

true story.








God, i have stopped trying.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12456874/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12456874/ Wed, 04 Apr 2007 13:14:26 PDT Reconcile inconsolably unanswered questions
and unsaid statements, That live in your throat,
(making it very sore)
or at the tip of your mind
(instead of your tongue, because a tongue would entail the chance to say it)

like... a... cancer?

What a perfect punishment
(for the wicked, like myself.)
To leave with so much left to say,
and to be asked,
and to be found,
and having been given no chance to say it,
that my instiable curiousity
(thats in my nature)
might finally be the death of me.

Its almost greek.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12225723/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12225723/ Sat, 17 Mar 2007 22:19:47 PDT
repression and so much to drink
(even the shadows on the wall are terrifyinghysterical)
shrieking lights of citydesert/tangled in the lily woman
clamouring alarms & tenament bondage.

and a flame twisting up my spine
(eyesrollingback into my head.)

akisstenderdreadful
candy apple stain on my magnolia dress
(unraveling at my feet in the glaring sun)
My insatiable curiousity (only second to your own)

a debutante defined by the lengh of self inflicted isolation
a trembling hand and warmgun.

filthy
gorgeous
& repulsed

devoid of human touch and
so thrilled.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12092602/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12092602/ Wed, 07 Mar 2007 12:23:58 PST
I thought I might tell you. The rumours are true. I entered a film festival.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12026882/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/12026882/ Fri, 02 Mar 2007 13:11:45 PST
Last night,

I could have lost myself
forever
in that slip of fantasy
dreamining the deep dreams
that come out of sleep
Hearing the unspeakable things
that occur in fantastic detail

and be perfectly content
burying my toes in the sand
watching the moon wax and wane
and the sun fall into the sea

Resting my head on billowing clouds.
and eating the glowing fruit.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11986288/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11986288/ Tue, 27 Feb 2007 11:22:19 PST
I'm swarmed on a daily basis by delightfully stereotypical bohemians and artists.
the kind you would have liked to know,
(I wonder if you know any now)
and The kind of beautiful people I wanted to know.
I dont want their company because they don't have anything to say
(they are really not much beyond the clotheing they wear)

I am famished for your company.
I'm sorry to say that.
I wish I could say I was happy for you, but I'm not.
I was always jealous of you,
and now I feel like I have survivors guilt
It shouldnt be me here.
I really hope you dont feel violated.
whats more is I hope you didnt just grow out of me.
I would perfer to be hated than just be unfit.

I'm sorry I've been trying to get your attention.
I'm sorry I moved away, and didnt say anything about it to you.
I'm sorry I told you you were unfit (you wernt)
I'm sorry I didnt stand up for myself sooner.
I'm sorry I'm so sentimental (it always ends up drivel)
I'm sorry I'm not happy for you.
I'm sorry I dont think its love.
I'm sorry I lied.
I'm sorry I became too attached.
I really hope you dont know this is about you.

don't tell me if you do.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11814778/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11814778/ Wed, 14 Feb 2007 12:44:13 PST Spent many nights with a cinnamon boy
You know
That when I lie awake in bed
With a crosseyed grin
Dreamer of pictures lived on in the night
See us together
Chase the moonlight



I love you, Cinnamon Boy.

I always will.

Be my sweetheart tonite?

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11798714/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11798714/ Tue, 13 Feb 2007 12:51:32 PST
On my 13th birthday
(in june, with flowers in my hair
and cassette tapes)
you told me
That
for my own good
(and for the worlds)
To let my mind wander.

And on my 13th birthday
(in June, with a soft touch,
and faded jeans)
I told you
That
There are universes inside you.

Then I leaned foreward and took your hand
and kissed your cheek
and I layed on the grass and shut my eyes
and imagined us
on a yellow hill somewhere
scenes change
colours take flight
eyes are open
skies are blue.

Then
on my 13th birthday
(in june, with a lace dress
and a red heart)
You told me
Thank god for the afterglow.

and I agreed.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11785661/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11785661/ Mon, 12 Feb 2007 12:21:34 PST and the quickening of bluebirds taking flight
shift the bed under me.

I felt the whisper of sheets,
the soft hurrying of feet over the floor,
the quiet pressure of a door shutting,
and the flurry of a departure all at once.

All of these sounds and somatic disturbances you made were occupying the vacant, astral head-trip that occurs coming out of sleep, when one drifts between sleep and consciousness.
Every one of the empty clamors you made in your haste, I took to be the opiate of my half-hearted sleep.

When I turned to face you, you were gone.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11734274/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11734274/ Thu, 08 Feb 2007 11:54:07 PST
what do you want?

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11659143/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11659143/ Fri, 02 Feb 2007 12:26:23 PST
Said she couldnt relate.
California is an endless summer she said.
And I said yeah, I can believe that,
and I remembered Santa Cruz
And I remember, tasting marigold
and drinking Strawberry dairuiris (everyday at five, with Taj)
And dandelion wine (best way in the world to get your head to stop buzzing!)
and I remember zilled-fingers,
and tamborines,
and bells on swaying hips
Delightful bohemian banter
and perfectly fashionable disdain
and I remember sun worship.

And I remember her, in a cotton sundress of faded yellow canary
and low rise jeans on the beach,
Red hennaed toes in the hot sand, and broken glass
Twisting sweet nicotine smoke rings, and ciggerette butt bonyard
and I remember her, hissing a song along with the sea, broken, and under her exhausted breath
(sounded like sand blowing through the broken glass of a sinking ship)
and I remember how sweet she was
So sweet honey bees swarmed around her mouth
I remember the long hot summer, and fading on the beach
with the intense white-eye of god watching us against the blue
and us disolving like photographs in the sun.

She stared into the eye,
and looked into the east,
and looked into india and told me you could only really love in india (the wine is so much cheaper!)
and curdled sugar grains under her Hindi god feet
and looked into the east,
and told me she had once loved deeply
But now, like an old newspaper, faded, so was her love in india
San Fransisco beaches and Santa cruz was the next best thing
after all, The ocean is a desert

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11589679/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11589679/ Sat, 27 Jan 2007 15:52:56 PST If so what for? Your mistakes? I suppose that is the victory for a cat on a hot tin roof. Yes, a cat. thats what I am. Or the only bird without her wings clipped! I've kept my figure, and my wits about me, a pendulum between hips that hold sway (as hanah always said) to mesure the time I have left to be a childish girl, or a baby doll, ad let me tell you sugar, thats some time left, and I've mustered all my charm, just to claw to where I am now. And Im living your dream. Yes I am. Now looking down, from my tin roof, I can say, you are such a coward, and that I am not afraid of heights. Threw it all away, all of it. I was always optimistic for you, but then again I was such a foolish chid, wasnt I?
You always thought so. I may be a Cat, darling, but you were always such a coward, you couldnt be alone. A coward with an ego (i bet you think this entries about you, don't you?) Always thought you captured me didnt you? always in love with a figment, isnt that right, Darling? I assure you that wasnt the case, even now, with an entire journal entry, in your honour! Maybe, I shall be punished again, I am after all, wicked, arent I? Its alright to be a little bit wicked, and after all, I am not the fragile, terminally shy girl you once knew. So how long shall my punishment last? Ten to fifteen? twenty five? life? Thats alright, dear. Im prepared. I always knew you'd shut me away, and what do I say to that? Oh Adonis, how the mighty HAVE fallen! You alway said I had such a dramatic flare, what with the mention of greek and roman gods and all. I've come to terms wit my punishment. after-all, life in exile is so much more desirable than the so called happiness you live in. I know better. Poor little boy, Just ant be alone.

Poor little boy cant find his way home.

But really, in all seriousness, I'm postively ecstatic for you!
So break out the Koniak! Celebrate! Tonight is one for merriment! And whats the cause?

Congratulations, you're mediocre!


Hope you couldnt be happier.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11470470/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11470470/ Wed, 17 Jan 2007 13:01:33 PST
Just to stay on it I guess. Long as she can.

I feel all the time like a cat on a hot tin roof.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11398373/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11398373/ Thu, 11 Jan 2007 12:56:29 PST
which one(s) would you buy?

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11319574/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11319574/ Thu, 04 Jan 2007 23:03:00 PST
I think i made a print. It'll probably get taken down. I would sell my work to specifically profit deviantart, if people really wanted prints of it. Not because I really love deviant but because the artist profit is so shitty.

if things don't fall apart.. i might make more. or something.

?

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11198367/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/11198367/ Tue, 26 Dec 2006 08:48:57 PST
]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/10809905/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/10809905/ Wed, 22 Nov 2006 10:24:59 PST
black and white photos of my friends, or high contrast polaroids of parties, or anything wild.

I dont have any memories of midnight rendevouz with College boys who wear scarves and play guitar on the whitman campus.

I dont own anything hemp.

Or plastic hoop earings.

my ears arent even pierced.

I've only been drunk three times

tried pot twice

never been high

I figure sex is over rated.

orgasms only last five seconds.


I've never found elysian feilds

I think anal sex is digusting

I've never made out with another girl

and I dont think I ever will

I dont like to get into fights

and I dont mind being a little bit wicked

I think men lie about their penis size

Peaches are deffinately superior to nectarines

I think to watch naturalists get sick from the unrefined products they use.

I have bad conotation with anyone named rebecca

I write letters to people I have talked to in years or spoke to only once. Maybe I've written you a letter.

Mindless things occupy my time.

I think kisses are impersonal

I think people lie more often than they tell the truth

I hate sylvia plath

I really like the avatar alot. and I shouldnt.

I'm begining to wear formal dresses casually. I thhink I've gone mad.

I've forgotton what touch feels like. No really.

Honesty is a persns best quality.

Metrosexuals are boring

and unimpresive.

I dont think spelling is very important. Or grammar.

I think sex in the city is over rated (there. i said it.

and prozac nation

I admit to being irate more often than centered.

I wouldnt have it any other way.

The grateful dead sucks.

So does frank zappa

the beatles are pretty cool though.

I'm just not indie or avant garde enough.

Kimya Dawson really isnt that good.

Someone superfical called me pretencious once

I suppose if I actually liked k records than I wouldnt be.

friends disapoint

And I say Yeah. I can dig it.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/10558007/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/10558007/ Mon, 30 Oct 2006 10:18:33 PST
or my computers too slow to look at them all.

haha.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/10468114/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/10468114/ Sat, 21 Oct 2006 17:29:44 PDT
thats why I've had no new photography.

haha.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/10468082/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/10468082/ Sat, 21 Oct 2006 17:25:47 PDT
black and white photos of my friends, or high contrast polaroids of parties, cigerettes, rhinestones, or anything wild.

I dont have any memories of midnight rendevouz with College boys who wear hemp sandles, scarves and play guitar on the whitman campus.

I dont own anything hemp.

Or plastic hoop earings.

my ears arent even pierced.

I dont like the eighties

I've only been drunk three times

tried pot twice

didnt get high

never been high

I figure sex is over rated.

orgasms only last five seconds.

I've still never found my elysian feilds

but I wouldnt trade a meandering road for what you have

I think anal sex is digusting

I've never made out with another girl

and I dont think I ever will

I dont like to get into fights

but I dont mind being a little bit wicked.

I really dont think George Orwell was that great

I didnt like 1984.

Honesty is a persns best quality.

Metrosexuals are boring

and unimpresive.

I dont think spelling is very important. Or grammar.

I think sex in the city is over rated (there. i said it.

and prozac nation

I admit to being irate more often than centered.

I wouldnt have it any other way.

Someone superfical called me pretencious once

I suppose if I actually liked Elliot Smith than I wouldnt be.

friends disapoint

And I say Yeah. I can dig it.

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/10214568/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/10214568/ Thu, 28 Sep 2006 12:12:13 PDT
the orchestral instrumental only version of "tonight, tonight" by the smashing pumpkins.


if you can help me with this, then please let me know.

note me and I'll tell you where to send it

]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/9617450/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/9617450/ Sun, 06 Aug 2006 12:35:42 PDT
are you?

and if you arent, keep your preachy mouth shut. ]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/9523490/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/9523490/ Fri, 28 Jul 2006 13:46:06 PDT

Not enough art.

I'm finally a true bohemian. ]]> ~mum http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/8852807/ http://mum.deviantart.com/journal/8852807/ Tue, 23 May 2006 08:56:57 PDT
I want to do new poloroids in a story book fashion, but I'm lacking an Idea. not Alice in wonderland. I like the story, but its been done to death. Something else. wanna help? lets write a story
]]> ~mum