Nov
29
2006
ergh!
introducing taxes
stock
National tax
terms
markets
inflows
United
redistribute
finance
develop?
Apr
12
2006
Performance Art tomorrow.
with an Installation component.
7 projects for 7 weeks
my life fell apart somewhere in the middle – or seemed to, seeming to. seams
Jul
18
2005
Hit by a train
I slowly opened my eyes, remembering I had contacts in, and half-consciously said to myself “I feel like a train’s hit me!” – an unfortunately morbid statement considering the events of February this year.
Whole right side of my body numb – the side I was lying on, dry mouth, heavy eyelids – that “collapsed on bed due to exhaustion and just slept in jeans” feeling.
Eventually worked up the motivation to move – noticed the cute tufts of “sex hair” I now have in the mirror [kind of like Jess' used to be 'cept at the back] – poked around in my eye, and removed the little plastic parabolic discs which were letting me see.
I enjoy mirrors. They … let me see and communicate with someone I have the strongest connection with that I’ll ever have.
I slowly opened my eyes, remembering I had contacts in, and half-consciously said to myself “I feel like a train’s hit me!” – an unfortunately morbid statement considering the events of February this year.
Whole right side of my body numb – the side I was lying on, dry mouth, heavy eyelids – that “collapsed on bed due to exhaustion and just slept in jeans” feeling.
Eventually worked up the motivation to move – noticed the cute tufts of “sex hair” I now have in the mirror [kind of like Jess' used to be 'cept at the back] – poked around in my eye, and removed the little plastic parabolic discs which were letting me see.
I enjoy mirrors. They … let me see and communicate with someone I have the strongest connection with that I’ll ever have.
i feel like shit though
Mar
31
2005
Good things don’t last.
the flashing cursor burns a line on the back of my retina, urging my fingers to move across the keyboard, my mind to spurt out endless amounts of meaningless words, sentences so stuffed with padding, that when it is all removed, no message remains
Ashleigh once said of her desire to blog
(I need)… a little pensive therapy…some literary relief…
I used to blog often, less and less as time wore on. It is hard to these days.
There is light at the end of the tunnel, but I think I prefer the dark. Cold, gloomy days, conducive of deep thought, an awareness of the universe unattainable in the blinding sunlight. The power of a storm.
LP [Last Posting]
January 2005
Klokwerk, Ashmo
September 2004
Corinne on [T-MT]
August 2004
Smurf, Hannah
May 2004
Jess