Personal Short (6/23)

How long it has been, you say, of course we are not the same. I say, not physically. You say, I think with some wistfulness, what happened to what you removed from me. I say, again, we needed a place to stay. You stop the film and I stop it. I take the film into the street and burn it.

Personal Short (Unknown)

I envy the walk you make daily, nightly to and from your home and that you are alone.

Aloha, my gentleman . . .

"Aloha, my gentleman!

The most important thing a man can do for
his woman is to show
the love to her...
I like optimistic people who smiles
even when something is going wrong.
That is what I am always trying to be.
I believe that true love exists
and perfect relations between men and women
are possible. I am sure my
soul mate is looking for me and we will
 be happy together. I want him
always to take care of me, to be
kind and honest, loving and tender.
I am of that kind of people who like making
small miracles for their
beloved. I like traveling and I hope
my soul mate to share my hobby.
Theatre is my passion! I dreamed to be
 an actress but it did not come true.
Now it is just my hobby. I
also enjoy listening to music, watching
movies, dancing.
I am fond of cooking, and I do it
perfectly. I like to be at home
and to make it cosy. I am fond of flowers
and animals and I want to have a
lot of flowers in my future
house. I would like to find a strong,
intelligent, patient, faithful
man. I want to meet a man who
would not betray me one day.
He must be so loving, so
kind hearted and so tender that I
could not imagine my life without him.
Take a look at me

Do svidaniya
Vy"

Recipe for Rice Casserole

"Put in a pot rice and grated cheese, which is very good, and salt; and stir everything well. And then put with that as much broth as seems to you to be enough, that is concentrated broth of meat. And put on top whatever meat you desire, and cook it in the oven. And when it is nearly cooked, take it out and put slices of fresh cheese on top, and egg yolks and spices. And then return it to the oven and finish cooking. And when it is cooked, serve it on plates or in bowls, whichever you desire more."

--from the Manual de Mugeres

VI.

Dutch I cannot speak
and Spanish I cannot.
English I cannot speak
and German.

Cannibalism

I really love this.

Eat your heart out.

Pirate Television.

Found in my apartment, worried that it would vanish, that it would not be there when I returned to document it, that whoever was transmitting this thing to me would simply not--

The theme that I see is danger, plea for help, the things waiting out of frame, the colors of their substance betraying them, escape, transformation.

This is love.

This is the shivery stuff of my backshelf nightmares.

Reposted from Who Killed Bambi?

A rumor.

The site will be the Hollywood Bowl. The players? Of Montreal, Grace Jones. My heart? Exploded with joy and with everything this world is capable of.

I must, I must, I must.

Study for Veronika's Jacket.

Acryllic on found wood panel (found painting on reverse), 2009.

Wanted: Special Man

Good day, gentleman

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky...but why, why can't it be mine? I want to become your sky and want you to be my star, which is called Sun! I am modest, active, energetic,fair, tender, feminine. I like contrast and being filled with positive emotions.I am a good housekeeper and I like traveling. If you want to know more you'll have to ask!

Warm hugs
Olli A.

(100th post! Woo!)

Found in the Rain

I went walking yesterday with a friend I hadn't seen in years and we encountered a box. There was rain in it and books.

I opened to this page:

"I know why
your belly's soft,
because so many men
have pressed against it
and into it. [. . .]

I shove my life
. . . . . . . . . deep into yours
until the melting
and the melding
brings us both so close
that cross or crowbar
will remain unable
to divide us."

from and to each season . . . , Rod McKuen

Horror is all around us, waiting to be opened up and exposed to the air.

Personal Short #15

Causality drove me from door to door begging for a telephone. No one answered but I could hear some whimpering beast shaking each knob. I couldn't know why I needed to call. There would be the tones of the keys in my ear and ringing, a person in the room crying on the floor pulling herself away and into and through the open door to a kitchen, a hallway. I would hear you pick up and say, hello? Is it you?

Personal Short #14

The damage from the flood was most severe when I spoke of it.

Personal Short #13

You told me you had broken a rib. I did not move. You said I woke up and I was this way.

Personal Short #12

The structure has been made in a way to harm he who stands beneath it. O how I love to stand beneath it. I imagine the nose sheared away. I imagine my grinning skull. I fit this way so well.

Personal Short #11

We were attacked in the cab. You could see in his eyes that he had been taken. The cab slowed and you pushed the door open, nearly fell out. You left a shoe. You slammed the door. I said to the eyes in the mirror, here, you can stop here and I'll get out. The cab kept moving, stopping at lights and it passed over the quiet seats. I locked my eyes on the deserted mirror and I though how are we moving and I heard him on the seat and I kept my eyes away.

Personal Short #10

When I fell on the ice on the sidewalk you didn't notice, but walked forward steadily, you didn't need to look down and you continued without me.

Memorial for a Piece of Graffiti Painted Over, #2.

Blue Velvet, acryllic.

Confidential for Ms. Deal