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Go examine my
trashed identity
Yeah. So I figured I'd get a weblog for some reason, mainly to give me something else to play with besides my aforementioned webpage. Things look a little boring right now, but we'll see what can be done with it, see? So email me if you want.
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Angie Mason...
Psycho. She's an illustrator and a sometimes poet, the kind of stuff that's perfect for children's books and weird poetry collections and just odd things. She uses digital images, black and white sketches, colour. My favourite is probably the "Swampy Memories" cover, or "Burnt Galloshes."
dig for fire
So this is an odd little page - Caroline also has a caroline-pita, but she doesn't seem to update much. Or something. Digging for fire. I wonder what that entails. I wonder if it means where you go to this really big pile of debris - junk, old bottles, that kind of thing - and then starting digging away, trying desperately to find a single match, which is probably at the very bottom of said pile? She makes excursions, too.
The Mind Boggles
Just who is Jennifer, this Queen of the Pita People? Or is that just Pita Queen? Probably the former - the latter makes her sound like the winner of some kind of yuppie Beauty Pageant. What compells her insatiable need to spawn pitas? Only time will tell...
50-Foot Robot Girl
Dude. Tall girls. Made of metal. Fifty feet tall, actually. Ella the Robot Girl, on a virtual beach or fighting crime on the airwaves; occasionally, her alternate universe counterpart makes a guest appearence. Wacky hijinx. Reading lists.
Encyclopedia Mythica
And my brain got all hungry for what a lare or penate was, and what names the Furies used - Dirae, Eumenides, Erinyes - and found my way here. You stare at woodcuts and paintings and carving of beings we're meant to worship. Or fear. Or offer things like steaming meat and a bit of shoe leather too. *ping-ping*
Squiffy Ether Jag
It's squiffy. There's ether. A real jag, baby! This is where you can find a pulp novel, or little words, or reviews. Alice is trapped here, inside a Dreamhouse. A dryad runs the shows - Ms. Tree, yuh? Quietly dissolving ether flows to the nostrils...
Hello, Tarot
What a morbid - yet far too amusing - thought. Tarot cards based on "Hello Kitty." Makes me laugh my ass off.
Pandora's Aquarium
Sienna's Page. I think lots of people already know about Sienna's page, which includes her wonderful writings in a delicate design which is very elegant - as well as a link to Under the Influence, this music zine she helped create. *ping*...
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i feel so disjointed today / how dare you think me brave / the light is so bright outside / the insides of your eyelids glow / words spawn words / poems grow from first lines / across a page / they taste like / champagne bubbles / cascading along your retinas / and you grow tired / looking at your eyelids for a while
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