Month: March 2004

sin foreboding delightful

I wake up, I wake up, I wake up

there’s a quarter of ths city haunted in ways that wish to kill us. they are attracted by media and take the shape of ancient warriors.  We fear because there is death here. everywhere.

abstract

the raindrops aren’t outside anymore – I woke up lonely

tonight I’m to make myself pretty. I wish someone was over to help me deepen my hair to the roots of it’s natural colour. it’s sunny outside, but I’m listening to the wrong sort of music for that to matter. really, i’m wasting my time with nothing to do on this sadly sunny saturday afternoon. I suppose I’m waiting, but nothing ever happens. there’s pictures waiting for me to pay for thier freedom but no-one to sing with me once I get them

i think my fear of heights is gone because i no longer want to throw myself from the tops.

{higher than anything, picnicking on top of the north shore grain elevators – the orange wash of sodium light glittering}

*kapow*sparkles*

{Certain Tori Amos sounds like it belongs in the backround of a girl-oriented video game. A first person shooter with sparkles.}

I went to the house today. He sent me a letter asking to call. I went to a job interview, checked out the burned out church, bought a flower, and unexpectedly was found on the doorstep. (After I knocked, of course).

After the usual blundering defensiveness, things actually went very very nicely. I skipped when I walked, I smiled when I thought.

*bang*

It’s nice.