there once was a woman who put her head into an oven

"terror finally becomes almost
bearable
but never quite

terror creeps like a cat
crawls like a cat
across my mind

I can hear the laughter of the masses

they are strong
they will survive

like the roach

never take your eyes off the roach

you'll never see it again.



the masses are everywhere
they know how to do things:
they have sane and deadly angers
for sane and deadly
things.

I wish I were driving a blue 1952 Buick
or a dark blue 1942 Buick
or a blue 1932 Buick
over a cliff of hell and into the
sea."

--C. Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

Hips, Tits, Lips, Power: Suck it!

A new mix prompted by my fellow Vipers. Objective was to compile all of my favorite female vocals/artistry/musicianship. None of that Lilith Fair bullshit here!






















1. "Gigantic" - Pixies
2. "Paint's Peeling" - Rilo Kiley
3. "Dizzy" - Siouxsie and the Banshees
4. "One Beat" - Sleater-Kinney
5. "No Aloha" - The Breeders
6. "Violet" - Hole
7. "Ridiculous Thoughts" - The Cranberries
8. "Vivica" - Jack Off Jill
9. "Sweet Shine" - Sonic Youth
10. "That's Where I Went Wrong" - The Poppy Family
11. "Costumbres" - Rocio Durcal
12. "Operate" - Peaches
13. "Drool" - Switchblade Symphony
14. "Love is a Place" - Metric
15. "Balderrama" - Mercedes Sosa
16. "Jane, Jane" - & Mary, Peter, Paul
17. "Someday We'll Be Together" - Diana Ross & the Supremes
18. "Hips, Tits, Lips, Power" - Pigface

Wonderful.

The "Gamer" Bracelet

Lady Luck won't be able to resist this beauty!

The focal points of this charm bracelet are the dice and clover, which I was lucky to find as part of a handmade key chain at a garage sale. I took it apart, and strung them onto my own headpins. After cutting off the excess, I made those metal pieces into loop-eye pins for the bulk of the bracelet. I attached my loop-eye beads with jump rings and added the themed charms on those same jump rings. Easypeasy!

I feel strange in here.
Sitting in the dark, staring at this great white box.


It just started raining, and it sounds wonderful, banging my door down.

Le Sigh

I always talk about how my ideal life would be to win the lottery and quit my job; not have to work, not have to do anything I don't want to.

Then I get short breaks from work like these last two days and I can't figure out what the hell to do with myself. I sit around for hours asking myself, "what do you want to do today?" And by the end of the day I just end up falling asleep in front of the TV, mentally kicking myself for wasting an entire day.

This is the brilliance of white light
White light
It shines on roses and gardenias
White light
It shines on stars and houses
White light
The brilliance of white
White light

Untitled, Unum.

I've been feeling off lately.
Acid roars deep in my throat;
it mixes with my saliva
and often tries to escape my lips,
but I sop it up with my tongue.
It's eroding my teeth.
I can feel the brittle flakes loosen from my gums
and I have no choice but to swallow them.
With hands crossed against my face,
I force it back.
My hands lower,
and my breath comes back soft and cold.