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Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass :: Two tune Saturday

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Keep Art Alive :: Art by Amy Sol “Are there heart strings connected, to the wings you’ve got slapped on your back?” Super-Connected :: Belly Dark black swirls around in spiral s’s and y’s. The clock reads 6:53 p.m. A song about broken wings trickles in and out of sound grasp. My head dunks in and out, as the faucet begins to run cold. How long have I been in here? How long have I been rinsing and repeating? How long has my mind been re-tracing the past four years of hell and high-water, or just High School? They say … Continue reading Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass :: Two tune Saturday

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We move like cagey tigers

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Child of the City Santa Monica Boulevard every Sunday the same blocks passed by through blurry windows, Kate smoking those candy-coloured mile-long cigarettes, Jamie in the backseat mixing drinks Weldon gawking at all the pretty boys the billboards Mike rattling off his latest latests me singing along to ‘Lovecats‘ for the umpteenth time sipping rum and cokes and driving the miscalculations of youth And I don’t suggest the life I led heavy lids knee high boots fishnets vials of speed licorice lipstick kisses in the stall of the ladies room but those my friend those were the days Jesse in … Continue reading We move like cagey tigers

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Angels fall like rain

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“A race is on, I’m on your side, and hearing you my engines die. I’m in a mood for you, for running away. Stars come down in you, and love… you can’t give it away.” The Ghost in You :: The Psychedelic Furs “I don’t want to leave.” ~ Bob “So don’t. Stay here with me. We’ll start a jazz band.” ~ Charlotte It comes on unexpected, like the faded memories of a near completed dream. You wake up and rub your eyes, try to recapture what has just transpired in that subconscious film of sleep. You remember what you … Continue reading Angels fall like rain

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That’s the kinda girl I am

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“I’ll stay beside you, I’ll never leave, or tell you all those lies that you’d never believe.” Haunted :: Sinead O’Connor & Shane MacGowan Past writing :: written October 2, 2009 today the music is speaking to me carrying me off to an embrace of melody the trigger-gun reaction of emotive lyrical flash-floods with every song that shuffles towards me i am gifted something impossible to turn from or ignore today i feel the music sweeping through me lilting, luscious, lush as i try to wash clean a grey day a grey mood a grey me today i find myself … Continue reading That’s the kinda girl I am

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She sings the songs

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keep art alive; “yume-no-ato” by audrey kawasaki Every memory I have that means anything to me has a cord of connection that trails and circles itself back to music. Perhaps it was the fact that my mother spent her adolescence as a Penny Lane type of girl, trailing around The Doors and becoming quite close with Jim Morrison. There are stories my mother lets slip every now and then that make me realize there is so much more then what I know of her, things I most likely will never know. A few summers ago, I listened as she told a … Continue reading She sings the songs

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I’ll be your engine driver in a bunny suit

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keep art alive; “divine indifference” by scott altmann Old journal writings from August 4, 2007: Waiting in the Target dressing-rooms, circles around the cars Max thinks are best; I fancy the Lightning McQueen with his tongue sticking out, though Veronica scrunches her nose up and calls it rude. Suppose I like to be a bit rude, now and again. I always find it amusing that people who do not know me well find me so serious and serene, either overly-kind or somewhat distant. I’ve been called mysterious, a poet, an artist, a lover, a mother, and occasionally a bitch. And, yes they are … Continue reading I’ll be your engine driver in a bunny suit

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And if you shake her heart enough she will appear

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keep art alive; art by sanithna phansavanh written by me // 08.03.07 There are ways we decide to express ourselves; be it in the way we write, talk, think, dream, invest our time, or as I tend to do more often than not, through the music we listen to. I may wake up with invisible tape over my lips, rendering me silent and wordless, but what spins in my car stereo or streams through my headphones, is where most of my truths lie. Sometimes I get lost in the twists and turns of a simple lyrical refrain, other times the simple pleas of … Continue reading And if you shake her heart enough she will appear