just one crushed peanut

We’re starting a band & we’re already fighting about stuff.

We’re doomed.

10:43 am • 22 February 2013 • 5 notes • View comments

shrine - returning (exorcism LP, due march/april)

i’ll write a song about my home
though i have never been there
or maybe i’ve been gone too long
and i just can’t remember

Bernard rules

8:47 pm • 21 February 2013 • 22 notes • View comments

This little baby had the most hilarious, dinky meow and I wanted to scoop him out of his death-cage and listen to The Cure’s discography with him.

Also, get this: little guy’s name was BOO.

ghost life

4:11 pm • 21 February 2013 • 7 notes • View comments

Summer with Monika (dir. Ingmar Bergman, 1953)

Ideal/Idyll

8:57 am • 21 February 2013 • 11 notes • View comments

“that was a mean dream!” was my first thought upon waking up

woke up from a dream that was so exhausting and it’s making me feel heavy with a hazy sadness for stuff that didn’t even happen! dreams, maaaaan.

***

Talking to B. on the phone, which never happens, he tells me The Heart is a Lonely Hunter is screening in town and he might “buy a bag of nachos and a dipping sauce” and attend the screening

In the background I can hear him watching some reptile show on Discovery Channel or Animal Planet

C. is living with me, she’s working on a report, she wants me to vacuum, I vacuum

I’m back in school and everyone is getting ready to order their caps and gowns for graduation except our caps and gowns are adult onesie pajamas

By the time it was my turn to pick mine out, even though I knew I already had graduated, none of the ones remaining fit me

A kitten in the lobby with the too-small onesies strewn around rubs up against me and pisses on my dress

I instantly cry out, “Where’s the bathroom? A cat just penis’d on me! What? Why did I say that? Why would I say that ever? It peed on me, I mean.”

A woman at the front desk tells me she doesn’t know where the bathroom is at

I find one anyway

The walls behind the stalls of the bathroom are those tinted windows that you can view out of it, but people outside the building can’t see in

The view outside the window was of a huge willow tree that looked like it had been struck by lightning a few times in a field of dead leaves and grass

The stall doors were red and falling off their hinges, rilllll dilapidated

I took a picture of the broken doors foregrounding the post-apocalyptic-looking landscape outside with my phone with the flash on by accident and thought the photo looked “biblical”

A wave of grief washes over me. Even though I can’t drive, I decide to steal someone’s car, I choose one that had its smart key locked in the ignition

As I was pulling out of the parking lot instantly regretting what I was about to do, the couple the car belonged to caught me

They were pounding on the car, shouting at me to get out and I gladly obliged

The guy was yelling at me in really terrible French

I keep on repeating, “Je suis desolée! Je suis très embarrassé!” through sobs and started walking away briskly

The guy was walking beside me, keeping up with my pace, and he starts saying, “Hey, are you going home to Los Angeles? We should meet and talk, y’know, like about AIDS or any STD situations…”

I tell him, “No, I didn’t steal your car because I want to sleep with you, I stole it because I’m sad!” He’s fine with this, I keep walking.

Some non-diegetic (does this word apply to dreams?) song sung by a woman with a deep voice became audible

I passed by a boutique, Gary Farmer from Dead Man and I cross paths

He’s smoking a cigarette and wearing a chartreuse button-down, a black fuzzy hat with horns sticking out of it, and reflective pumps. His hair blows in the wind.

I continue walking, finding broken glass in the street and in my pathway

I start ballet dancing on the pavement with sad grace

There’s broken glass everywhere and I’m dancing over it

8:52 am • 21 February 2013 • 3 notes • View comments

Drawn in anticipation of The Master, it is supposed to be Joaquin Phoenix, but it kinda looks more like Mel Gibson :/

4:04 pm • 20 February 2013 • 9 notes • View comments

Based off a photograph (from 2003!) of some goth cuties I swiped from the events page of the goth club that closed this past summer (RIP Kadan).

Also, I don’t know how to color ;(

3:50 pm • 20 February 2013 • 6 notes • View comments

don’t understand why this was made, not even gonna try to understand

3:31 pm • 20 February 2013 • 8 notes • View comments

Awwww, the original line-drawing of a scene from Surviving Desire I did for someone who refuses to print out the colored copy & hang it up on his wall — I KNOW YOU’RE READING THIS IN YR GOOGLE READER, YA JERK :P :)

3:28 pm • 20 February 2013 • 7 notes • View comments