Wednesday, February 24, 2010


What if there is no somebody... what if they are all copies of something that doesn't love me?

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Somedays aren't yours at all...

...They come and go like someone else's days.

We must mourn a small section of time that has passed here from us today.
My sister has been enclosed in a small box made of lead that even i cannot rescue her from.
If i knew how to ask i would pray.
I am not on drugs.
I am not insane.
Her love is not in vain.
He is not weak and small.
She is not in a bad place but by disposable hands.
It is all inevitable.
All is self indulgent.
All is subtle and cunning.
Get your story straight,
Stop the presses!
You will be alone.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Inner Selffffff

You wear a mask more often than not but it is of such a fanciful you that it becomes you and you become it. You no longer wear a mask because you made the mask of your own image.

You are a warrior and you can fight and win every time, this part of you is so hidden at times i want to scream, light a beacon of fire to call her out of you, ALYSS!
You are that beautiful girl that everyone wants and no one really has but a few. They all see you in your ball gown and your half mask. Seeing only your eyes, they already want you. But you put your mask on firm and you dance, but only dance before you disappear again.
You are of the night world as am I. You have found yourself as the moon in my heart. You carry gold on your eyelashes and stars in your hair.
Don't stress about the small stuff! Love is all you need, love love love. Your hair will frizz and you will have dark circles under your eyes. I know you are stressed and stretched out so thin, but remember that warrior in you also holds a great stamina, use it.
You can be terrified at times and lonely like a bunny, but you warm my heart and are quite the cute and cuddly thing.
I think you may be too big for your britches sometimes or your eyes may be too big for your stomach (only in a figurative way), but you will always be my small Alice.
You remind me of cupcakes!! You have such a perfectly decorated outside, but inside you are soft like anymuffin, and that is a good thing. You don't have to be hardened on the inside.
I think you are waiting for yourself to grow up without you, if that makes any sense. You will grow, just eat the mushroom, take the leap.
You are like my little girl who loves to play dress up and pretend and you believe in fairies because, well, because one must.
You are my sister, in good or in evil.
We will dwell in beauty and drag them in!
We are of things beyond.
You are my Shiva, my goddess of many faces,
my favorite being the creative side :)
Swimming in gold we live our lives as sisters of twilight and dawn,
of midnight and high noon, of stars and of clouds, of the Moon and of the Sun.
You are beautiful right now in every way. And only my opinion matters.
You are my dancing queen,
diva supreme,
nylon ruler,
art sister,
and i wont have it any other way.


One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is m o v i n g l o w
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking sdrawkcab
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head"

And your heart!

Saturday, February 20, 2010

I Wish to Dance...

Just want to go out into the woods... see the green haze... see the dim light... 
Though I must ignore the bodies...

I want a dance with my delicious Zombie boy from the night... 

That poor misunderstood Zombie boy... he is not what they think... 
He is of Faerie.
They are all of Faerie.
The Court of Night.
He would dance;
Just Dance...
... and dance...
... and dance

But I won't go. Can't go.


At the light of dusk I wish for...


Now is not the time...
I will not be a girl of the night now...
... because I can never be such again.

Think Ballerina

In a ballerina mood, wishing i could dance with stars on the points of my toes...

Thursday, February 18, 2010

2.99 [Regina]

Somewhere far away where I roam
There live my buffalo twin in our twin buffalo home
He calls me by my native name
And takes good care of my native son
He even lets us drink spring water on Sundays 2.99 a gallon

And somewhere further down the road where I also roam
There lives my caterpillar cousin beneath a fancy engraved tomb head stone
In the middle of his southern town
Beneath a cemetery burial plot
He don't pay rent no more
But he sure likes the spot

But in the furthest place I've ever known
Where even I so rarely roam
There lives a boy who just come back from war
His flesh was wounded but he made it back home
His mother calls him by his given name
And the neighbors whisper how he prefers to be alone
And he gets nightmares about boys dripping blood sold for 2.99 a gallon

But when I get me all real tired
And I got no more strength to roam
I catch me a horse driven carriage ride
From a local man named Ethan Frome
He don't say much as he tips his hat
And he carries his body as heavy as lead
And he could have been flying through the snow on his sled
But he wife was in bed and the horses had to be fed
Besides it's 2.99 a story
Pay up it's just 2.99 a story...
2.99 a gallon

Ask me anything

Sunday, February 14, 2010


Also known as Valentine's day.

The First Day Of Spring and the celebrations of Lupa the Mother of Rome.

Unity and love.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Oh it IS Nice to Dream...

And to wear with the skirt; a fitted denim jacket, and a pair of traditional TOMS.
I want Gretchen and Autumn to come with me. :D
Plus, something to add to the pack: A sketch kit, my iPod with all my Indie and GaGa-goodness, a book of yogic wisdom, and a travel yoga mat. 
That camera better be a Holga. :3

Sunday, February 7, 2010

A Rose for Autumn Rose....

Toying with photoshop... from a tea party.
I hope my dearTwin feels better...
"After all this has passed, i still will remain
After i've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain
Though it won't be today,
Someday i'll hope again
And there'll be Beauty from Pain"

With much love,