Thoughts about Thoughts.

This large exposed cranium sits atop a steeple of a neck. It wanders about many thins and dwells in shaded dells where murky water stagnates.Its teacup eyes photograph the world and it brews up hurricanes to annihilate whole continents.Down the red carpet tongue come emaciated words wrapped up in plastic and the latest fashions. How vogue they wish to seem.As for the blocked plumbing of the hyaline constructed nose - it just tries to stop to smell the sewerage of youth along the way.

This cerebrum wishes to create a entirely new world. If only it were not so self absorbed. If only storms didn't immigrate to teacups and mountains weren't formed from molehills. If only...

Émilie Boudet


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Ink

It's all I've been able to eat, sleep, think, dream about for the past week.
Let me tell you, when they talk about inky skies - they refer to water-based ink.
I stink of turpentine and my hands (after being scrubbed raw) still resemble a dead man's hands.
I am almost done, though. I need to do some lovely needle work tonight.

I have stress leaking down my back.

Even though I went for a jog in the inky twilight.

Mais j'aime l'encre.

It does me well and I put it on T-shirts.

It makes our world go round.

At least it used to...

It looks like I have a Twiggy fetish - it's disturbing, her face is everywhere.

I'm so intimidated.

But it's awesome.
Photos of the project to follow.

Twiggy

Cuppy-cake

I saw this and it mad me happy, almost as happy as when I ate it - it comes from a bakery that we went to a few months ago when we went to get material for my Grade 10 dance dress. 

It was a fun day. :]

But not really...

They make the most AWESOME cakes.

dear... you have been invited...

Intellect is telling emotion it must be stupid.

Yet it is struggling to appease uneasy logic - tottering about as a year old infant would.

All it draws from its shallow well of knowledge is - why? Why again?

You'd think I would be used to exclusion.

My soul feels like melted jelly.

If there wasn't all this bone and tissue holding me in place.

I should have slithered through the cracks between the floorboards.

A seismic shake has cracked the foundation of my little house.

Again.

The roof was looking so pretty.

Yet, knights in school uniforms scoop me up

and dust me off

they put me back on my rocking horse

and make my soul feel like helium balloons,

drifting in the August breeze.

Silver and Ice Cream

Yesterday I had my second saxophone Eisteddfod and I received a Silver and Silver plus. Which I wasn't actually expecting. Considering  I have been like a foster home for saxophones since we found out that the keys on my original baby were skew. Basically, I've only really practised for the past week, it's a brand new sax (and it's BEAUTIFUL, but it needs to settle... or something...) My teacher bullied me into playing and my pieces ("Vocalise" - Rachmaninoff and "Between a Rock and a Hard Place" - I'm not really sure) are really rather technically challenging. To put a top hat on it I was also really nervous and you can't exactly play saxophone if there is no air flowing over your alveoli.

Thus, we went to the Italian ice-cream shop for extra dark chocolate ice cream,  it has this amazing way of soothing one, especially considering I have not been for ice-cream since summer. I then went for a walk and I felt far calmer and at peace. 

As I was walking I saw an old homeless man whom I see on a regular basis - I always greet him, because he has a quality about his face that I just absolutely adore and he always seems so lonely, sitting there with his newspaper. Yesterday, I was muching my ice-cream and I saw him and I felt soo guilty. Here I was eating an exravagant ice-cream, while he had no place to go for the night. Yesterday I found out his name is William and that he loves me. I became rather flustered and just said my normal hello and carried on walking. I wish I had stopped to talk to him. Today he was not in his normal spot when I was walking home from school. I was decidedly disappointed that he wasn't there and I'm still worried about where he is. I'm realising more and more that we take life and all of the opportunities that we have for granted.

I'm in the top 1% of priviledged people in the world. Yet all of this is completely meaningless and that is something I need to rememeber - we fear so much in this country, we need to start appreciating more and remember that all people are just that - people. No matter where they live.

Promenade

So, we went marching about in the mist on Saturday and it was cool, both literally and figuratively. I should have updated this then, but this is only my second blog and I'm a firm believer in the fact that it takes 21 times to make something a habit. So cut me some slack. 

Water

It's been a long time since I went up there and the pieces of granite looked like bits of the moon had fallen to the earth. It was awe-inspiring to go and appreciate the beauty that surrounds me again. Tar has this hazardous way of sucking the life out of one. I suppose I really just needed to feel the red earth beneath my feet and pretend that I was a giant and not an ant for a few hours.  

Bloodsucker - Icky Ticky

Anyway, I think I got some good shots - I've been pretty lethargic about cultivating creativity recently, so it felt really good - even though my sister threatened to confiscate the camera and I had a head-on collision with a thorn bush because I wasn't really looking where I was going.

Rust and Proteas

A plane crashed into a pole/ beacon from below.

Pretty purple flowers that hurt my hand a bit.

Report Card:

• We saw black eagles.
• My sister was stung by a bee and her finger swelled up - it looked awesome.
• My sister and I had to stop to admire the view a good number of times while climbinf the rock.
• I saw the rock from behind for the first time ever.
• My cousin looked for pinecones to munch the pinenuts out of.
• I revived my obsessive need to photograph everything I see.

...then I went and babysat 6 Belgian Kids. I was pretty physched that I could understand Flemish, but not as physched as I was when I got paid at the end of the night.

Boo! To the monsters in the dark.

This is going to come across as dullness in a Coca-Cola bottle, as most people probably do this in their first test flight at blogging.
Anypop - popping bubblegum - here I am, I'm taking my first baby steps into the world of blogging. Yay! and you, dear doodles, have to read... religiously. Okay, actually, scratch that, cause that would make me a into an idol and I'm really only just an itsy-bitsy human floating around cyber space... but you get the idea, I would appreciate the support. I get easily disheartened. <3

Night night world.