In Honour of June

Happy June, all you lucky people who live in this world. It's no December, but at least it's not fall.

So, aside from creepy dreams lately (and, really, are my dreams ever any other kind?), the world is a bright place, right?

On the agenda for upcoming days: Continuing with Dance lessons. Hurray!
Dentist today.
Going to see a concert in VA Sat-Sun.
Monday, to see Kathy Griffin's show.

Temporary Soundtrack: "The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack" off of the Liars' Drum's Not Dead album.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "I can always be found..."
What I Learned Today: A guy I was friends with for a bit, and who I locked tongues with once or twice, died a while ago. That feels so strange to write.

Grandmothers I Have Collected: I

On a sunlight-heavy street
she leans brazil nut fingers
down to her wrinkled ankles
adjusting elephant skin tights

she is caught in a freeze frame
by an errant shaft of sun
that catches a dark shadow
just there on her calf

this spotlight reveals
hidden edges and pastel colors
the bruise dissolves into
a faded tattoo

on an eighty-five year old woman's calf

And my mind is off and racing
even while I hide my gaze
behind the glare and dark lenses
there is a story I must hear

mistress of the burlesque
or darling of the circus ring

How did that needle come
to worship glowing brown skin?
lost bet, lover's promise
blood sister's dare?

In my favourite daydream
she comes by it naturally
polynesian baby on the move
tradition rolling off her

like waves off an ancient shoreline

I hold this memory of
unexpected rebellion
twisted flicks of ink
and replay it on eyelids

when I need to see something beautiful.

~~~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~~~

My Bag, the Addict

Why is it that so many people struggle with child-proof caps on medicine bottles, and yet the inside of my messenger bag can open them and dump all of the contents into said bag?

And why does my messenger bag do that anyway? To spite me? Is it getting a migraine by association? Has it somehow acquired a kicky drug habit?

The worst part is it opens my bottle of vitamins, then opens the capsules, so I reach into the bag, and...voilá! Magic vitamin dust!

Actually, the worst part is right now, when I have a migraine, and it's hidden all of the lovely, life-reaffirming half-white, half-green migraine meds in the ample folds of its black lining.

There will be a reckoning, some day, messenger bag...I will replace you! Your nifty vertical line of three outside pockets had all merged into one by ripping through the lining, anyway.

Some replacements I'm eyeing:
(But, before we get into that, try searching for "messenger bag" on google images. Amazing!)
Soviet Bag
This, in blue.
Alas, I don't like the yellow.

Sigh. I really want a black messenger bag with enough pocketses to make compartments, with maybe a small design somewhere.

Temporary Soundtrack: "I Turn My Camera On" by Spoon.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "...for days and days on end...put yourself, put yourself in my place." - from "The Way You Are" by 46bliss.
What I Learned Today: See the post.

Slainte!

Say you missed me...I know you did!

We are back in town and almost back in action. Woohoo!

Temporary Soundtrack: Sad, Sad Love
Quote Trapped in My Head: "There'll be dancing at the end of the world. Youse'll be happy then." - Dubliner
What I Learned Today: Dr. Who won some serious BAFTA creds. Score!

Craic!

Heading off to Ireland & Scotland for two weeks with Emblem! Don't miss me too terribly while I'm gone, children.

Shout-outs are due to Alex (Happy Birthday in a week!), 3am (formerly known as Pezzo - see, I gave you a new name), and you crazy person who I thought was my college roommate but was so very, very, wrong. Sigh.

Temporary Soundtrack: Too hectic...
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Rrrrrrrrrrendering."
What I Learned Today: Assumptions are BAD. No, really. BAD. No, no!

one two three four we can do it forever more

I really think
that you and me, baby
could take over the world
I'll get the boys
and, well, the girls
you can hold their hands
pick up their pieces
convince them
I'll be back someday
charge them overtime for
love in the off-hours

We will be the grandest
of conquerers by seduction
tyranny through heartbreak
my endless supply of pheromones
your surprisingly charming vulgarity
I knock them down
you set them up again
Ready for the nuclear fallout
or maybe just sex

Our lack of trust
will save us from disaster
we both know neither one
can feel deeply
so we will never fall in love,
let the other one down
by turning plasticene and steel human
you are a steel rod wrapped in cotton
I, a silk dress carved from marble

both look soft and sweet
enough to set a trap

~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~

Alternate Universes

Get this one thing clear:
You do not read love poems
and I most certainly
do not write them

None of this has happened
you did not kiss the yawns
out from beneath my ribs
I did not thread your hair with mine

I know this in the way
your shirt molds to my skin
how I miss the weight when it's gone
and your skittering gaze

You know this in the way
you refuse to keep quiet
lie still and let me
trace your topography

I need the distraction of guilt
to make it look like it should
but you have lust
which is more (than) real?

~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~

Oh my gosh! Who's like, your fave sonneteer? <-- More Rhymes

Flirt, Flirt, Extrovert...

When you gonna learn // to button your skirt?

Emblem and I booked our flights to Dublin (and back), and from Dublin to Edinburgh and back again. We'll leave late on the 8th of May and come back on the 22nd. We'll thus spend the first week driving around Ireland, and the second week using public systems in Scotland.

Woohoo!

H. got internet in his house, the Fire Dog left NO, freeing up LizArd, and all of this just makes me want to hide from all messenger programs for a while. I won't, though. Cuz I'm GOOD that way. (In case you couldn't tell, I'm feeling a tad bit off-of-sane today.) Good for you, reader, in that you get to (re)meet my subconscious. Bad for you, in that I will either ignore punctuation or throw in lots of semicolons, colons, parentheses, and all manner of grammar most unnecessary (that's the first freaking time I've spelled that word correctly on the first try (see, parentheses (OMG, meta! meta! META! Can you handle it?))).

Other news - I'm still looking for a new muse, and am now accepting c.v.s. No résumés, only c.v.s. Um, also? I just decided I'm a leeeetle too crazed to finish this post. Chau Chau For Now!

Current Soundtrack: "Little Hands" by Duncan Sheik from his self-titled album.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Her indifference fills the room // Some weak seduction on the morning after // How it slays me every time I touch her // But she just wants to sleep." - from aforementioned "Little Hands".
What I Learned Today: All hope may not be lost for my 3d project. Also, I see movies in my head.

Holy Week

Sunday I will go astray,
one of those
early morning sins
meant to fill single hours
with more than hollow half-light
We shall surpass Judas
betrayal is
a fuck-and-kiss

Monday we yearn
Tuesday I doubt:
"Are you a religious freak?"
Ritual is a comfort
a necessary cloak
with guilt for a dagger; a
parrot-bright serape
for a burial shroud

Wednesday we see red
lining our vision
drying on yellow tiles
slicking our thighs
riding high on the
cheekbones of the mirror
fading to pale
as we know what we've done

Maundy Thursday, if you
linger by the Lillies
they will paint you yellow, a
leopard ripping pistals
in the greenhouse
We will with indifferent harmony
sing out coded confessions
with a perfume-laden throat

But Friday, love, Friday
Good Friday will burn
I will hold a candle
with trembling hands
flinching before the cross
quartered by spears
rejoicing at the weight
of an empty heart

There is no word
for Saturday's part
between death and life
fear, despair, hope, and joy
"Will you not keep vigil?"
with Marys - Hail or Hated
changing to banshees at night
back to nuns by sunrise

Sunday we feast
on heaps of coal and honey-skin
and wonder: why the fuss?
women in black wailing,
disciples with no faith
We have yeast and sex
Hope is easy, once
we've memorized The End

~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~

I heard occasional poems were on backorder this month... <-- More Poetry

Read it Here First

What follows is a news update on the activities and whereabouts of Mandala.

So, I returned from New Orleans on the 1st, very late at night, kept Emblem and Sarsie up for hours, and still managed to get up to go to church and sing in the choir that same morning. Then, everyone abandoned me (the rents to CT, Emblem to the Big City), and I breathed a sigh of relief to be home.

NO was fun, depressing, relaxing, and interesting. Meica and I took 395 pictures. That's why no one has seen any yet.

On the 5th I had my first dance lessons - Introduction II Rhythm and Introduction II Smooth - and did NOT get lost on my way to Hackensack.

Pezzo (yay, Pezzo!) came to visit on the 7th, after much trouble on his part - ask him about his drive, then duck - and I had to wait at the end of my street to flag him down. My house is very out of the way, no?

Went to the dentist Sat. morning, got a cryptic message from H., the rents came home, we picked up mom's peluca, and went to dinner. Pezzo, good job making nice with the older generation.

We watched MST 3000, played NES, and eventually settled down to watch TLOTR: The Fellowship of the Ring way too late at night to be healthy.

It was a very low-key weekend, all told, due in part to the rain and hail - kept us from going to the park - and in part to sleepiness.

Got up again early to go to choir, remembered I was the Lay Reader when I got there. Palm Sunday, Hosanna, etc., back home. Pezzo's car needed yet another jump before he could start off, then he went too far on the Thruway, had to hit a U-ie. Meanwhile, I slept in my cozy little bed from 18:00 to 22:30, woke up, worked on the compu, ate, felt sick, went to sleep at 2:15. Sigh.

Tonight I'm looking forward to dinner with my girls! Woohoo 'Lex and L.B.!

Momentary Soundtrack: "Thick" by Tonic off of Lemon Parade.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "I have passed the test. I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel." - Galadriel, from The Fellowship of the Ring.
What I Learned Today: The tale of Tam O' Shanter.

New Orleans Lost

Man-boys like you
are the reason I have stria
where nothing should be
"Mama, girl, one fine lady,
won't you be my baby?"

Do not talk to me
Map in my waistband
sweat on my back
y hoy día no hablo inglés para nadie
I need to b-

"aby, don't walk away.
You're a pretty flower
you'll melt in the sun
without my sweet love"

Do not talk to me
tripping over dead cats
skipping with bloody feet
sunburned cheeks smile
dust too dry to blink my skies

It is cold on this corner
where the sun refuses to
throw shadows
even for the flies
I need to c-

"ome back, pretty,
I want to walk you down
to my bed, we can sleep under stars
on my front step"

All is not lost
just a girl
in this new New Orleans
the both of us toxic
Trying to be your promised land

~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~

Pezzo!

Hi Pezzo!

Anti-Quotidian Quotes

A Table of Quotes that inspire me, make me smile, send shivers down my spine, or otherwise move me.
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Classic
"Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I." ~ Mercutio, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene I. By William Shakespeare.

"If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down." ~ Mercutio, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene IV. By William Shakespeare.
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Gems of Friends

"Manna, how do you manage to cram 100 pounds of fun into that 20-pound body?" - Sarsie.

"It tastes like a fucking macaroon." - Jason

"Ok, wow, he looks a LOT cuter from far away." - L.B.
"Nuh-uh. I have ketchup anonymity. ...Wait...No..." - L.B.
"You are, like, SUCH a major road hazard." - Me and L.B.
"Actually, my hips are always covered in whipped cream." - Me
"With you, I wouldn't be surprised." - L.B.
"Cuz I have freeeeeeeeeeennz!" Said cheerfully by L.B.
"You'd cry at the drop of a veto." - Me, on L.B.'s West Wing obsession.
"Piscataway is that-a-way" *with the hand gestures* - L.B.
"Swedesboro... I like Swedesboro. That's where the Swedes live." - Me.
Me: "Big Gunpowder Falls? What happened to Little Gunpowder Falls?"
L.B.: "We already passed it."
Me: "DAMN it!"

"You, know, when Ian gets this, he'll say 'Arrrrrrooooooooo! Noooooooooo!" - Mr. 3am
Ian, two days later: "Arrrrrrooooooooo! Noooooooooo!"

"To the best of my knowledge, he's a big red dog." - LizArd
Me: "Say you're a pale, snake-like demon who's just been born covered in tomato sauce. What do you do?"
LizArd: "Kill?" *demon twitches in tomato sau-'blood'*
"...Uhp, nope. Twitch."

"Yes, yes, I am the greatest. Ha ha!" - Raj
"His name is either Matt or Steve." - Raj
"Matt or STEVE? Why not Matt or Mark?" - Me
Raj: *Panicked* "You think his name is Mark?"
"NO! No. It's just, that's a big difference. Why Matt or Steve?" - Me
"Well, I thought his name was Matt, he was in one of my classes, and I talked to him and called him Matt. You know, Matt, wait up, what was the assignment for Thursday? But then, his friends all called him Steve." - Raj
"That's...*laughs hysterically*...You're the best, Raj." - Me

Idiot at party: "Mandala told me to poke you."
Me, looking down at him: "I AM Mandala."
Idiot: "Oh, well, then...*gestures with cup* that girl told me to poke you."
Me: "Smoooooth."

"The miso's where the magic is...Bcanck!" - Salvo

"K...mmmm." - Emblem
Emblem: "Pointing to my pants pockets* "Why does one of your umbrellas have a string and not the other?"
*Long pause, me thinking*
Me: "You mean, my zippers?"
Emblem: "You guys read these and tell me what you think. I look at them when I'm alone, late at night, and it's fun." *Awkward pause*

"Aaaaaaaaaahhh-I don't know" *hand-raised-shrug* - Me.

More later.

Momentary Soundtrack: Let's play name that song.
Quote Trapped in My Head: Hello, see above.
What I Learned Today: Nothing useful.

Slow and (When the Hell Have I Ever Been Steady?) Wins the Race

Pezzo, I am SO going to kick your ass into next year. Consider this your only shout-out, just for that.

Many mysteries of the universe - or, at the very least, my own huge corner of it - solved this weekend. Such as: Who texted me (Pezzo...you devil, you), exactly how loopy I can get after not sleeping for two days, how to get more jeans, and whether or not I have a heart.

If you don't know the answer to the last one, you haven't been paying attention.

Trotting along, moving toward equilibrium, epiphany, or euphoria, whichever raises its ugly head first. Working on my 3D animation in 3dsMax 8.0, moving the mp3s - only 500+ to go! Huzzah! - already missing winter, and hopefully getting a little more myself again.

As the Irish would say in one of my story books, well and good. (Changes the topic and gives the taleweaver time to think). My mother has decided on chemotherapy to err on the side of caution; her test came back with a medium to high chance that the cancer might return. So we thumbed through the catalogue of high-fashion caps, wigs, and sunhats (which I always mentally call sunflower hats) and picked out some nice options for her.

...Not too much I can follow that up with, is there? Slip down a side street then: Emblem and I bought the first season of Veronica Mars and have been having Marsfests since it arrived last Tuesday. We have yet to do slow-motion on any scenes, though, as we are especially wont to do with Angel or Buffy.

Momentary Soundtrack: "On the Bound" from When the pawn... and "Never is a Promise" from Tidal, both by Fiona Apple, are taking turns in my head.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "in the morning-after light // in the night of bitten lips // before the curtains raise on dreams..." From a poem I am working on, tentatively titled Prepositions.
What I Learned Today: This client I've been talking to for over a year but never met was born in Nicaragua. He was delighted to learn I speak Spanish.

Bas Bas Yellow Sheep

Trees, originally black against a blue sky, photoshopped to fun.

We, and our shado-whoa!

Sheared image of Emblem, Chris, and Me- our shadows, that is. Morris, CT. Meica's first day on the job.

One Little, Two Little...Ten Little Quirks of Mandrake!

Keeping track, are we? Well, here are ten odd little things most people do not realize about me.

10. I refrain from calling anyone by name as much as possible. The only real exceptions are my parents and sister (who I usually call Emblem), and my boss, whose name I need to call to get his attention.

9. I will sometimes set my alarm for one, two, or even three a.m., get up, take a warm shower, and go back to sleep.

8. As a child and teenager, I would spend hours counting the strokes it took to make letters and numbers. My mother also does this. I liked names that ended with even strokes, especially fours and zeroes, and stared at digital clocks to figure out how to maximize the number of tick marks without ending up with an odd-numbered sum.

I would also count letter frequencies when I was bored, for fun, or to distract myself from unpleasant situations. Another alternative to this was to make lists with the alphabet - name vegetables and fruits or birds from A to Z.

7. If I take any sort of nap, for any length of time, I immediately wake up nauseous and remain so for the rest of the day, until I go back to sleep at night.

6. I like doing crunches. I like stretching for long periods of time even better. I, ahem, also liked The Old Man and the Sea. Oh, the masochism!

5. I am a bit obsessive about my hands always smelling good. I also cannot stand when they are overly warm.

4. I have very good hearing, so much so that I would get extremely frustrated as a child when loud, persistent noises were bombarding me. Supposedly I had fluid in my ears a lot, and that helped cause my problem. But, I now realize I also hear sounds that are farther than 15 feet away from the precisely opposite direction that they come from.

3. I only sleep with socks on when I am sleeping outdoors. I often sleep in a skirt and sleeveless top, even in winter. I always sleep in full underclothes.

2. I can recite phone numbers I have not dialed in 5 years, recall names of people or characters I have not thought of in years, and have at least seventy passwords in my head. But if you tell me where you went to school, what you studied, or where you work, I will forget it within a day - maybe even less.

1. I still do #8 unconsciously. The letter frequencies are useful for figuring out cyphers, and the other word games are a sort of restless habit.

Momentary Soundtrack: The theme song to Have Gun, Will Travel, which we gave to my dad on DVD for his birthday.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "He's a crotch killa...Whoo!"
What I Learned Today: Lynn from Carnival of Song commented on my blog. You should have heard the ecstatic mess that was me when I found out!

Of Tunes and Tribulations

Simply put, that is what my life has consisted of in the past few days - nay, weeks. The tunes were mine, the tribulations shared.
Let's review, shall we?

On the side of Tribulations:
1. Emblem fell and hurt her wrist - terribly bad - on an errand for her job. Then she fell again today. Poor Nemma - she's almost done with her job, so she has to get work done, but she's in a lot of pain. Cheer her up, people. NOW. *Patented glare*

2. Mum might need Chemotherapy - as opposed to the radiation + harmones treatment her doctor had espoused before. It depends on if they find genetic markers for breast cancer while doing their tests. She's recovering nicely from surgery, but as of now faces at least five years of hormone pills and six weeks of radiation, or 13 weeks of chemo if she's not lucky.

Oh, and, ummm, genetic markers? Not so good for the Mandrake either.

3. A friend of a friend - let's call her Ronron, shall we? - has been in a progressively more dangerous relationship for a while now, and is making her first overtures for help to my own friend. It's at that stage where Ronron is scared, but not enough to make that leap and leave the ^#&@#&&I$)@$@!.

4. My credit card information was stolen, or so my bank called and informed me today. Luckily my bank stopped the identity thief before any purchases were made, and have taken steps to re-secure my account. Joy.


Meanwhile, on the side of Tunes:
1. A large part of my free time this week has been taken up moving my Apple encoded mp3s from 1999-2003 off of my Blue iMac and onto my beloved Thinkpad. All 1200+ of them. This involves the following steps per 120 MB of songs: (skip below if not in an extreme state of ennui)
A. Download iTunes 1.1 for Mac OS 8.6 (do not laugh - do n- DO NOT- Screw you.)
B. Download patch for installer and application to make both work right. Install iTunes and patch.
C. Convert a folder of songs using iTunes 1.1.
Note: before I freed up more than 500 MB of space, I had to go about deleting the pre-converted versions as my machine chugged along.
D. Copy 120 MB worth of converted songs onto flash drive. Wait at least twenty minutes.
E. Trash Flash Drive, plug into PC.
F. Copy songs from Flash into my iTunes Music folder called, appropriately, "new".
G. Arrange the songs in my iTunes Music folder - remove unnecessary FINDER and other Apple-generated files, move into already existing artist folders, create new artist folders, etc.
H. Open up my lovely new version of iTunes on my PC. Add files (or folders) to library as needed.
I. Rename songs, plug in artists, put in album names, fill out genre field (if I'm feeling particularly OCD).
J. Repeat steps C through I until I DIE.

2. For Shrove Tuesday (o Martes Glotona, si prefieres), I joined my two friends for fun at Bourbon St. bar. Live music from an okay band. My friends are now dubbed Beth Bacardi and Xan Malibu. No reason, just because they needed secret agen-I mean, barfly names.

3. On Ash Wednesday, our organist did not show up at church for the night service. So I stepped up and plucked out a one-handed tune. First hymn: three flats. Second hymn: four flats. Third hymn: Sigh: five flats. What the-who really needs to put in a G flat? Seriously? I know, I know. Fourth & fifth hymns: thank gosh, only two sharps. At least I still got ashes.

4. Looking at my iTunes list, here is a sample of my eclectic tastes: 10 songs, chosen in alphabetical order from the mid-Ms, have the following artists all in a row:
Counting Crows
Cabas
Queens of the Stone Age
Godsmack
Beethoven
Chisel
Shakira
Glamma Kid
Sweetwater
Rokia Traore

And another set of 10 in the Cs, starting from the first C song I have:
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Ludacris
State Radio
Patty Griffin
Ensembe Huseyin Turkmenler - Belly Dance
The Mamas & the Papas
Shani
Enigma
Garbage
Fabolous

Wow.

Momentary Soundtrack: "Motherless Child" by Sweetwater.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Sí, sí, sí que este amor es tan profundo // que tú eres mi consentida // y que lo sepa todo el mundo..." - from "Fruta Fresca" by Carlos Vives, a song that I danced to ages ago, at school.
What I Learned Today: The lyrics to "Volare" by the Gipsy Kings.

Elizabeth the Killer

At night I dream
of being the virgin queen
the rigid rod that fell
beneath the weight of air

I feel my ministers
rob my body seconds
after I close my watery eyes
Stealing England from my hand

Pulling fingers that danced
as pale, supple spiders
weaving the threads of
traitors and gentlemen

And I can only muse
with my dull, flat tongue
that had I known love, I would have
stabbed it in its heart

The final thrust I'd strike
with a dismissal so cold
gazing at the dazed dawn
from soundproof chambers

where the only cannon shot
to breach my inner sanctum
would be the one to fell England
and with it, me.

~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~

Masculine rhymes are from accents, Feminine rhymes are from disyllabia. <-- Poems ad infinitum

Wow, I Guess I AM That Mean

Your Love Life Secrets Are

Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves. You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't? You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky. In fights, you speak your mind and don't hold back. You know you're right, and you can get quite angry about it. Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.

Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed

Predictable, Yes.

Who Should Paint You: Salvador Dali

You're a complex, intense creature who displays many layers. There's no way a traditional portrait could ever capture you!

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

Momentary Soundtrack: "Con Toda Palabra" by Lhasa off of The Living Road.
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur." - Even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time. Especially if he's one of those imbued with human emotions.
What I Learned Today: How to make a puff cloud of text in 3ds Max.

Maniacal Laughter Sold Separately

What Type of Villain are You?

mutedfaith.com.

Avoiding the Gaze of the Boy Across the Aisle

The angry lights in the back of the commuter buses
tumble in succession; they
slide behind tree branches
They flicker in circles
like a New Jersey Carnival-
self-effacing and knowing
they are just a cheap flame.

At the end of the tunnel
instead of heaven there are cars
huddling tighter and tighter
milky white headlights
shuddering together
So the whole curve becomes
pearls on a loose string

the things we notice, while hiding a blush...
~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~

I'll thank you, sir, to stop casting elisions on my character... <--More Poetry

Off-Again

Call me up at midnight
quick-jump-shake me out
of a dream I hate

You can get off on my voice
I don't mind
The clink of a
slipped leash
turns me on

You can think of
whomever you like - I don't care
It would be nice
not to be your fantasy again

You know how I do love
such gorgeous lies
to you from me to the world

We can play this off
tomorrow
no trouble at all

When you get it bad
even more lonely than the usual
your pitiful seductions
make me twitch

and your rapid-fire talk, your
diseased thoughts
make my bones itch

But you know, you can always

Call me up at three a.m.
slip-scream-scare
my favorite nightmare away

You can get turned on
I don't mind...
I'm not mine

~~~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~~~

Go on, light some incense and sip espresso. <-- More Verses for the Desperate

Inside the Mandrake's Studio

You know how James Lipton asks his guest of the week a series of questions on Inside the Actors Studio? I decided to answer them. Because, really, why not?

1. What is your favorite word? Every.
2. What is your least favorite word? Pulchritude.
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Water.
4. What turns you off? Food.
5. What is your favorite curse word? Wicked.
6. What sound or noise do you love? The wind.
7. What sound or noise do you hate? Splat.
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Professional Assassin or Circus Performer.
9. What profession would you not like to do? Dentistry.
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "I loved everything you've ever created. Draw me a picture."


Momentary Soundtrack: "Nothing to Me" by Laura Dawn, off of Believer. "I've left a trail of blood and spit...like the morning after some glorious fit..."
Quote Trapped in My Head: "Consider the blameless, observe the upright; there is a future for the man of peace." Psalms Ch.37 v.37.
What I Learned Today: Clay may hold some of the secrets to evolution.