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(5 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) ..in my hallway... [25 Nov 2002|06:08pm] [ mood | *slap slap slap* ] [ music | bitchfight! *ducks* ] STRIPPER BITCH FIGHT!!!!! omg. someone come rescue me. i'm scared of the black stripper girls yelling and slapping and pulling hair....*giggles* *laughs* *rolls off the chair onto the floor in hysterics* i cannot believe i have strippers fighting in my hallway. only in venice.

(2 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) [25 Nov 2002|05:07pm] *whispers really quietly* i think my kitties are g-a-y. they're both boys, and are really licking at each other right now....like..EVERYWHERE...and it's cute. gay kitties. heehee.

(4 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) faces [25 Nov 2002|03:29pm] [ mood | drinking paint, too ] [ music | sebadoh ] that is all for now. i am going to paint.

(tell me to listen) [25 Nov 2002|09:29am] the funds aren't available until tomorrow! i hate online payments! i hate computers! i take that back! computers are ok! it's the online payments i hate! i think i'm just tired! imma take a nap. %#$@%*# driving. got me tired and grumpy. i wanna paint. nevermind naps. painting must be done!

(tell me to listen) Yellow Cab complaint letter.... [23 Nov 2002|06:02pm] [ mood | accomplished, pleased, etc. ] [ music | muzak. ] Dear Yellow Cab Company, You have a van that lines up at the taxi stand across the street from my building. I am not one to complain about these vans, as i feel it is every taxi driver's right to do their job and such, but this is different. You see, your van has a special "alert device" to inform us of the van's reverse-gear driving. Normally, I would not be one to complain about such a clever device, but in this instance, I felt it particularly necessary to inform you of the following: Your "reverse-gear alert device" sounds like a three year old child, announcing, "This car is backing up." over and over in a creepy-sounding way. In fact, it reminds me of the little girl in the film Resident Evil, (which you should see if you haven't already so you understand my reference) which is a very creepy little girl, as she is the computer hologram that locks the people in with the dead people. To any effect, I would suggest a change in the voice you use for this "reverse-gear alert device". I am sure this is creeping out other people, and particularly those who are familiar with the film Resident Evil. Thank you for your patience. I look forward to seeing this problem resolved. Sincerely, Danica at the hotel across from the taxi stand in Westwood.

[23 Nov 2002|03:31pm] [ mood | bored...isolated...longing. ] [ music | muzak...work songs... ] ...when love was just syntax(emotion as structural form) and i sighed and meant it. it is as such. and then touching on the memory for even just that instant becomes the uphill struggle...rising from depths just to grasp even the mere thought. merely. and so.

(tell me to listen) [23 Nov 2002|08:58am] i said i'd put colour in it...and i did... still torn on background ideas. oh well. the end.

(tell me to listen) [23 Nov 2002|08:39am] so....boredom struck and i decided to read some different community posts....oh my goodness are some people just fucked in the head. this, however, is particularly scary...

(3 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) [22 Nov 2002|11:09am] i think this is the key to life: when i look at cats, how they're able to contort in these odd angles so as to lick their own genitalia, i realize this: if we were able to do the same, none of us would look for mates. and then the population would be obliterated. ok. that is all.

(5 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) boredom+discomfort=an argument against j.p.sartre's existentialist views... [21 Nov 2002|09:46pm] [ mood | pensive. ] [ music | none..i am trapped in a desk box. ] ( cut, for sanity's sake.. )

(3 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) [20 Nov 2002|05:40pm] oh my god. my cat snores. HAHAHAAAHHAHAA

(1 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) [20 Nov 2002|03:17pm] [ mood | almost.....almost.. ] [ music | ours.. ] before i head off to the eternal night of classes....i thought i'd post what i've gotten done so far....mostly just darker shades,,and i wanna lay down some colour through the bodies and then the background....and on and on.... ( muddy detail shot...bad camera! no cookie! )

(1 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) hmmm... [20 Nov 2002|01:33pm] [ mood | curious ] [ music | ours ] ( Here Is The Light )

(3 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) [20 Nov 2002|11:07am] i'm going shopping to curb my depression. perhaps painting two dying lovers is not the way to cheer up someone like me. and then ingmar's film? oh god. if i spend all my money i won't be surprised. and then i'll run home and talk to wikdotsys, cos he's cool and what not.

(7 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) progress as phantasm. [20 Nov 2002|10:32am] [ mood | paintpaintpaint ] [ music | seventh seal sounds ] this will take a while, i fear.

(12 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) new junks... [18 Nov 2002|10:17pm] [ mood | artsy, lonely... ] [ music | Vulgar (Kevin Smith's demento film...) ] feh....beginnings of my newest love affair... ( one more image... )

(1 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) [17 Nov 2002|09:03pm] [ mood | borneo's conch sounds ] [ music | seashell at ear ] when i was little.. per the assignment... when i was four, we lived in fiji for a while. thank you. the end.

(tell me to listen) mph. borrred. [16 Nov 2002|05:51pm] [ mood | kiss this starshine ] [ music | church bells. ] defined: words are? nothing but paint trapped in symbols. symbols? defined imagery of pain and laughter on mixed palettes. and i am the gray of black and white screaming, battles untold behind closed castle doors (she's in the tower, love...save her) unholy is the way she cavorts in his mind behind the veils (can you see it? can you?) sex, v.: she reads the words of god, divine text shining in the moonlight. prayer is a force within, the words conspiring against her they overwhelm tears, tears and utterances of love devotion the holy oceans alive shouts. she screams his name over and over like a sad, wild tome. god god god....god god god arms outstretched like the one who died and she'll bow before him... she'll kiss his cold skin (kiss the feet of the bloodied martyr) love is? and then spiritual lust to point of gasps and grasps and it's all too much hands hands clasp the dirty crosses and she is on the floor and out of breath. sex, v.: see, prayer.

(2 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) [16 Nov 2002|02:09pm] boo on msn i say. boo.

(1 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen) collage/reinterpreted [16 Nov 2002|12:47pm] [ mood | complete. whole. lonely as hell. ] [ music | NIN-i'm looking forward to joining you ] yesss.... ( details....drawing.... )

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