Decoupage

All things considered the Ferris Wheel wasn't such a bad idea.
Spin.
Stop.
Spin.
Stop.
A maddening sort of redemption.
A treetop variety show,
You'll be Punch, I'll be Judy.
Candy-coated dysfunction,
And cotton-candy dreams.

All things considered wearing that red dress was a fine choice.
When you screamed it made you look beautiful.
Polaroid frozen transgressions.
Smile.
Flash.
Smile.
Flash.
A broken mirror bad luck spell, and three inch heels.
Our own Russian roulette.
Vodka spiked passion,
And hangover hatred.


**Old one I stumbled across today, thought I'd share it for ya**

Lost in our heads.

My writing is a scramble of incoherent ramblings filled with naive thoughts and vague half-formed ideals. Why do we writers do this to ourselves?
I will never be a published philosopher creating new earth shattering theories.
Nor will I ever write the next American classic novel.
But we try try try.
We let our thoughts consume us, live in our minds...never fully part of the real world, yet never entirely escaping reality.
I can't relate to humanity, but human existence fascinates even the most basic of writer. We wish to capture moments on page, emotions with phrase....all in a vain effort to make the meaninglessness of live be poetic.
I cling to my writing the way an adolescent clings to a teddy bear when they know they must soon hide it away in the back of the closet...shamed a friend my call them childish.
We all try so hard, but who ever really makes any impact?

wegetlostinourheads.

Publish Post

I'm a Little Tea Pot...

So as I sit here mourning the lose of the Memphis Tigers game, I am sipping on a mug full of green ginger tea. It helps settle my nerves from the torturous game, and well, hell it tastes pretty yummy. But who knows, maybe it was the game or just my need to make everything pretty, but i am just not diggin my coffee mug. I mean they are for COFFEE. So, I have decided to go on a TEAcup hunt. And lookie cookie what I found on Design* Sponge. Not only can my teacups make tea more fun, but ooh la la...new candles too? Check out the DIY archives on their website for more details:



Also in continuation from last week's blog about "How to Love You More"...I found another interesting project to work on...simply make an encouraging banner..snap a pic, and send it in...here is my favorite I saw:

Learing to Love You More

So I stumbled across this beautifully poignant website called "Learning to Love You More",
which is composed of a set of assignments by two artists. You complete the task,
and submit your work to be posted along with hundreds of others.
This was an amazing find, and I have chose to complete assignment # 70 Say Goodbye.
www.learningtoloveyoumore.com

Here is my submission:
Goodbye to fearing the future.
Goodbye to being second best.
Goodbye to all those people I once thought Loved me.
Goodbye to codependency.
Goodbye to self doubt.
Goodbye to clinging to the past.
Goodbye to biting my nails until they bleed.
Goodbye to self medicating with drugs and alcohol.
Goodbye to not letting myself cry.
Goodbye to all those crossroads in my life, where I mistakenly took the wrong turn.
Goodbye to my parents dysfunction.
Goodbye to being scared to commit.
Goodbye to giving to many second chances.
Goodbye to giving up on myself.

Scribble Scribble.

Something I wrote, eh.

Meth and Mathematics

In my former life I was tied to a bed in Bedlam,
And now, now is no different.
I am stripped bare vulnerability, Aphrodite’s forgotten child.
I walk these dark streets naked in my mind.
Look!- an elbow
Look!- a hip
Look!- a mannequin’s pieced plastic shell.
I am jigsaw puzzle sickly sweet.
Candle wax burns and Christ-like stigmata scars.

In my former life one plus one equaled two.
You, you are no different.
You’re fireworks and summer sweat, bare skin electricity.
You said my eyes could burn you alive.
You said that time stood still.
You said that the Mississippi made you feel small.

Now-
I am tangled hair inconsistencies.
Two plus two equals five.
Tangerines and sweet tea southern child.
I am a mad woman, crazed.
I am five years old in forgotten wedding gown.
I am still the milky way’s pride.

And You Don't Know What I've Done

So i am really liking this Jenny Lewis song, off of her new CD...I heard her play it last year at the Ryman in Nashville and instantly fell in love. Kinda suits my life right now actually.. I am unlucky at love, and so fucking tired of being lonely, this song makes me feel better. Knowing this week is halfway over makes me happy too!

I went to a cobbler
To fix a hole in my shoe
He took one look at my face
And said, "I can fix that hole in you"

I beg your pardon
I'm not looking for a cure
Seen enough of my friends
In the depths of the godsick blues

You know I am a liar
You know I am a liar
Nobody helps a liar
Because I've been down to Dixie And dropped acid on my tongue Tripped upon the land Until enough was enough

I was a little bit lighter
And adventure on my sleeve
I was a little drunk
And looking for company

So I found myself a sweetheart With the softest of hands We were unlucky in love But I'd do it all again

We build ourselves a fire
We build ourselves a fire
But you know I am a liar
You know I am a liar

And you don't know what I've done

By the rolling river is
Exactly where I was
There was no simple cure
For unlucky in love

To be lonely is a habit Like smoking or taking drugs And I've quit them both But man, was it rough
Now I am tired
It just made me tired
Let's build ourselves a fire
Let's build ourselves a fire

Also I am really craving a cupcake right now...mmm. cupcakes:

Don't Pinch me Damnit.

So tomorrow is the ever so infamous St. Patrick's Day, also regarded as the one holiday solely in celebration of public intoxication. What's not to love about it? True I am not a big fan of the color green, so I tend to be a target for numerous pinching's...but hell once you have consumed enough Guinness you really can't feel them any more. So Yay for St.Patty's day, and Yay for my one night free from work and writing 10 page papers on globalization. Tonight I will stay up all night doing this damn paper, tomorrow I celebrate myself into stupidity. Wish me luck.


And in some non St.Patrick's day related interest.....
I am anxiously anticipating Of Montreal's show coming up next month at the newly opened Minglewood Hall here in Memphis. One show sure to not dissapoint! Also, Bonnaroo's lineup is announced and they will be playing there as well. Ah, all my psychadlic dreams are coming true.

P.S.- If you haven't listened to the new album, I strongly encourage you to do so. ASAP.
I mean look at them, They just scream a good time...so crack open a green beer sit back and prepare to have an amazing St.Patrick's day!

Beginnings, I am good at those.

I am sometimes hit with a random burst of creativity, that leaves me yearning to make something beautiful; that i can touch or see.. or one day look back on and be filled with nostalgia. This is such a moment, this is the creation of my new blog! YAY. (New because my old livejournal account is from when I was 16 and is filled with way to much melodrama to stomach easily)
Anyways, no one will probably ever read this, so i am free to ramble away and try my best to make something that will make me smile.
So here are a few things that have been making me smile as of late:

I found this when reading through one of my favorite blogs, and loved it. I thing there is a lot of truth in this piece...I for one have never been courageous enough to allow myself to be vulnerable for long.

And really I didn't think M Ward could top Post War...but I mean wow! Really, wow.

And this is a piece by my new all time favorite artist, Caroline Hwang. She does multi media pieces with textiles and acrylics. Love it. Check her out www.carolinehwangillustration.com.
Also I am super excited, I just ordered two of her zines! Yippie!