March 2012
17 posts
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my brain is dizzy from school work & i crave distraction.
February 2012
45 posts
hey mama wolf, there has been a shift in everything & the surface is no longer calm. try to keep your breath steady, your voice even. watch your patterns & keep your distance. don’t ever let them know too much. there is the flicker of silver eyes off in the distance & a faint howl towards the moon.
Anonymous asked: Do you think it's possible to love someone who doesn't exist? I often fall in love with fictional characters, dead writers, and someone I created in my mind. I don't even think I can actually love someone from the real world.
Anonymous asked: Are you into Satan? Are you religious?
we went into the woods with alcohol & acid. you brought your books & we lit candles calling out the dead. the trees raised their arms with us, high up to the lord. glory, glory hallelujah. the animals they sang with us as we turned the forest into blood. your dead, your dead, they hold us in their arms. glory, glory hallelujah.
Anonymous asked: i feel as if it would be really free(ing)? to live alone. do you live alone?
i have a belly full of bees who don’t agree with me & this month has been a fever dream. colours & noises. touch. nothing feels real & we’re all just energy floating in the air. we’re all just creations of some brilliant lover’s imagination. we exist in the seconds of impact. suspended in those moments when everything moves honey slow & your body is...
Anonymous asked: i just really wish my writing were as fantastic as yours. you're amazing. keep it up.
folie à deux. folie à deux.
we’ve been searching for diamonds in the mid afternoon glow. digging up graves to fill with our gold. we watch the sky as the ghosts hold us in their hands, we’d die if they let go. i traded blood with you in the forest that once, you said it would keep us strong. you were wrong, you were wrong, you were so very wrong. you’ve been digging inside me, searching for diamonds. you have been filling...
“under a calm surface everything is changing.”
you distribute hope so liberally. what is YOUR hope? hope is a tricky thing to hold onto. sometimes you feel like there is no hope, no future, absolutely no light at the end of the disaster. my hope is to make it through each day because there are a lot of mornings i would rather bury myself under the soil & wait to become new. i also hope i can make someone feel a little less alone. how do...
Anonymous asked: how do we move on?
what is there to write about anymore? my mind is blocked by forced learning & some creeping anxiety that’s been caught in my throat. ups & downs & this weather hasn’t gotten much better but the flowers are starting to bud & the snow will come before the morning. the plants, like us, will wake up frozen & wanting something they can’t quite figure out.
Anonymous asked: Doritos, Dominos, and Ho-hos. But what about the drink?
Anonymous asked: you're precious kelly & you're writing is oh so lovely. xoxo.
there’s debris all over & the devil is running like hell down the road. tonight was the night to leave your soul’s at home. tomorrow they’ll be laundered by the grace of god as you mark your forehead with the holy trinity. who really wants to be saved?
“& saw your levitating chair, i found your long blond hairs. i felt your...”
the weather man’s a liar & we’re standing outside shivering in tee shirts because our bodies won’t regulate & one of the wolves tripped the alarm. focus in on how your goose bumps turn your skin to braille & i wonder what it reads. imagine if right then, all your secrets appeared for everyone to see but no one dared to get close enough. touch. imagine right then you...
Anonymous asked: I'm lost. My last year in this petty high school and I know I only have a few months left but it seems like all my friends have written me off and tossed me aside. I don't know what to do. Please help.
“there is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
two four, two four. i’m twenty four so another year has been left behind & another year lays ahead. tonight we’ll eat, drink, & be merry young cannibals & tomorrow i’ll work on writing a new year into existence. i’m heavy with love to the point of distraction.
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“twentyfourtwentyfour. happy birthday, baby girl!!! i’m sitting at my white desk, looking at the blue blue blue winter sky. it hasn’t rained here for months, the days have always been bright and crisp cold. it makes me think of you because i know how you’d love to face the sunlight embracing you every morning. you were born in winter, but on the bending road that will take...
Anonymous asked: How do you stay up when everyone is pulling you down?
it was freezing outside & the world was asleep except for the party we were having. it’s your birthday, happy birthday darling we love you very very very very… you stood & so did i; carefully undoing each button on your jacket. there was desperation in my movements & when i whispered ‘please, just stay.’ we laid on the bed making stories out of the shapes on the...
the letters all blend together when you open your mouth so you’re speaking in tongues. you’re cursed but maybe i’m cursed & you’re well. maybe you’re speaking just fine but i’m hearing what i want to hear. keep your mouth closed & i’ll keep my eyes shut. tell me what you mean by the movements of your body. tell me what you mean with your hands on...
the way the mountains grew out from the lakes would cause anyone to fall silent. we lost our words & let the birds send our messages into the universe. your eyes lit up as you watched the fog lift back into the sky & i reached my hands towards the heavens trying to pull it back onto us like a blanket. the beauty made me feel so light i could float away. i planted my toes into the earth...
“a person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. so...”
Anonymous asked: What kind of rabbit is that in the teepee picture? How old is he/she?
“i am a trouble maker. i was born a mover & a shaker oh no. i am a trouble...”
alphabetown-deactivated20120308 asked: your writing gives me hope. makes me see that life is worth living even if if i don't have the strength to carry on.
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we’re all just bloods & bones, we’re all just magic. white magic; dark magic. nothing is completely free of sin. your body is electric, we glow from within. open your eyes, all three of them. look at what we’ve become.
“when the devil pulls the strings the whole world must dance.”
we’re halfway between the solstice & the equinox but the old witch gathered extra wood & so we’ll wait under these heavy clouds just a bit longer. if you listen closely, closely, listen close, you can almost hear the birds sing.
“so i wait for you like a lonely house, till you will see me again & live in...”
today felt like spring &, like animals, we dug our way out of our burrows & found our way to the sun. there is still dirt under our nails & i’d like to dig out of my bruised skin. everything echos down the empty hallways & there is blood on the caved in walls. we look through windows that don’t open & educate ourselves on how to be better at being wild fucking...
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there is a fine balance in everything.
i need to record podcasts but my stories are trite & i don’t like the sound of my voice as it travels through speakers.