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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* ]


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 ]

the defeated girl.

gera thumbnail sketch

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. ]

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.

Danica at the hotel across from the taxi stand in Westwood.

[23 Nov 2002|03:31pm]
[ mood | bored...isolated...longing. ]

...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...

almost done...

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. ]

cut, for sanity's sake..Collapse )

(3 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen)

[20 Nov 2002|05:40pm]
oh my god.

my cat snores.


(1 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen)

[20 Nov 2002|03:17pm]
[ mood | almost.....almost.. ]

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....

by the window
muddy detail shot...bad camera! no cookie!Collapse )

(1 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen)

hmmm... [20 Nov 2002|01:33pm]
[ mood | curious ]

Here Is The LightCollapse )

(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 ]

more....and more....

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... ]

feh....beginnings of my newest love affair...

holding on to love.

one more image...Collapse )

(1 who opened the floodgate | tell me to listen)

[17 Nov 2002|09:03pm]
[ mood | borneo's conch sounds ]

when i was little..

per the assignment...

little me in fiji...

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 ]

words are? nothing but paint trapped in 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
the holy oceans alive


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
love is?
and then spiritual lust

to point of gasps
and grasps
and it's all too much
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. ]

emaciated love


details....drawing....Collapse )

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