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mind if I join you?

catherine — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 03:07:38 +0000

on many levels and with great intensity…

I opted to stay in after the 2nd storm continued to dump on us through most of yesterday, last night, this morning. Ever notice how quiet it gets after a few hours of ginormous snow dumping? It’s eerie. And neat.

Taken before the snow started again:

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Nothing but an echo

catherine — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 03:47:22 +0000

things aren’t always so black and white, or so they say. sometimes things are ink blotty and bleeding through the edges.

the people that surround us, whether they be friends or strangers, pose as reflections – a way to see ourselves mirrored, or projected. helps us improve or grow or move on to become. just become. what happens to a recluse though? i’m guessing… they just become an echo of their former selves.

I don’t really wanna be an echo. I just wanna draw it.

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if it t’were you, t’would be… t’werrific

catherine — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 05:04:44 +0000

I had a dream, no, a nightmare, about buying eggs and milk and then having no place to put them in my fridge. Not entirely sure what that means, but I’ve had lots of nightmares lately, and not nearly enough sleep. You know the dreams you get while you’re sick? All distorted, weirdly colored, and jumbly with the what and the huh? Yeah, well, those have been my dreams. My baddy bad bad dreams.

But, in spite of said dreams and the lack of really good sleep, I chant over and over that t’morrow t’will be t’werrific.

Maybe the eggs and the milk will fit…

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I believe that’s the dance of a brave little toaster

catherine — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 00:14:26 +0000

There’s this method for meditation which may or may not help ease a tension headache. You light a candle and sit with it in the middle of a darkened room. You stare at the flickering flame and let your mind wander or phase out or fizzle. Fizzle is a funny word. Reminds me of lattes. They pop and fizzle, did you know that? Sorta like rice crispy squares… which I haven’t had in years. What do I have that I didn’t have before now? Lots of socks, lots of tea, and lots of guitar. Guitar of the singular nature. I play it and I suck the more I think about it all. My brain hurts. My heart’s heavy, like a cow. But here’s a monkey, a psycho semi-dead evil monkey sketch, to make it better:

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if you’re filled with affection

catherine — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 02:33:29 +0000

you’re too shy to convey… meditate my direction. feel your way…

My life’s soundtrack is basically one guilty pleasure song after another. I’ve decided that my happy ending needs to have a magical flying car with a hopping/dancing/ceremonial send-off to boot. First, I need to learn to be fearless, and then maybe the happy, hopping weirdom will follow. For posterity:

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