The soft burn of your touch on my body.
I am engulfed in flames.
And you are the torch bearer.
My bright orange nail polish makes me think naughty thoughts. Importantly though, the orange reminds me that I am alive.
DC
Thanks so much!
Category Archives: thoughts
Blue
Figuratively blue, read below.
ZINE IN THE WORKS
I’m putting together a literary/visual arts journal that will feature works by aspiring/professional writers, photographers, illustrators, musicians etc. Each issue’s theme will relate to understated (and sometimes overstated) human experiences. It’s a cognitive examination of how we feel and why we feel. It’s an opportunity to commiserate and celebrate with others creatively (and anonymously, if you’d prefer…)
The first issue is called “How to Say Goodbye”. It is inspired by stories of loss, regret, guilt and the emotional implosion of break-ups and unrequited love. Fiction/non-fiction/funny/sad all apply. The main criterion is that your work is your own.
Please pass this along to interested parties and other creative minds. Contributors will receive a free copy of the zine/journal (sorry I can’t monetarily reimburse your for your contribution! How recessionista of me…) Deadline will be: April 6 (Monday), deadline extended.
Diane / Phishsos@hotmail.com
Yellow
Lovett/Codagnone I Only Want You To Love Me, 2004
The complexity of human relationships spelled out in neon. I wish my feelings could be transcribed in neon too. Instead, they seem to gravitate towards invisible ink.
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via Sarah Meltzer Gallery
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Brown
In three weeks, I’ll be at a new place, trying to adapt to a very new living situation. I’m pretty excited! It’ll be nice to have my own bathroom again. I currently live in pretty tiny perfect square of a room, and my new place will accomodate the loads of bullshit I’ve acquired over the years, like my babushka collection, all of my church hats, and my clothes (tearing up right now, folks). The new apartment feels palatial compared to my current home. Of course, I’m been on the hunt for new furniture. The Craigslist gods answered my prayers and delivered this perfect (and cheap) dresser to me.
To paint? Or not to paint? That is the question.
DC
Brown
Who doesn’t love coffee in the morning? I certainly do. Sometimes, I bring my thermos to work, fill it to the brim, and slowly sip throughout the day. It’s borderline gross that I can get by a full day without a drink of H20 and a stomach gurgling with coffee. Right now, I’d kill for an Americano from Stumptown over in Seattle.
High Caffeine Intake Linked To Hallucination Proneness
via the Atlantic
photo via Miss Chien
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Green
by 914k aka Franco Roncoroni
Every toddler to adolescent girl or boy who was exposed to the inviting- almost too inviting- world of Sanrio, had to have had a Keroppi crush. I know I did. By age 7, I had amassed quite a collection of Keroppi paraphernalia, from pencil boxes to lunch boxes to pencils to bath towels. I was always slightly bitter that Keroppi didn’t have as large a display area in the store as Hello Kitty.
via Sanrio
Keroppi loves adventure, and his bubbly personality makes him popular around Donut Pond. He has a brother called Koroppi and a sister called Pikki. Keroppi is a fantastic swimmer and singer (but not at the same time!)
Real Name Hasunoe Keroppi
Birthday July 10th
Hometown Donut Pond
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