steely grey hard edged day
everything is brittle but i can slide along smooth edges and the sinewy unreal links
between people and players
real politic flicking
this ISN'T REAL but then again what is? we define our own realities or we pay someone else to dream them up for us! let me dream you a new illusion, one that you like, let's play this off against his thoughts and words and battle it out in newsprint.
it's SOUL-WRENCHINGLY important! really!
and yet today's crisis will line tomorrow's cat litter trays
nana will wrap scraps in the shreds of your credibility
while we write the new world.
about me:
- spiderkitten
- i love little things. the smell of new printed paper/grapefruit skin/crushed fennel/struck matches. the feel of: drawing on skin/tearing old stockings/creeping sunlight/anything that dissolves on my tongue. the sound of: an orchestra tuning/a cork pulling from a bottle/old modems/typewriters. the movement of: milk clouds in coffee/the coastline from a plane/a dream-twitching cat. the bounce when: someone understands what you mean/you wake up while still dreaming. the sight of: people sleeping/birds landing/the aurora. i have broken musician's fingernails. i doodle on things. i adore fireworks. still. and shooting stars. i make paper cranes out of leftover paper. i try not to hate how i look. i wear boots. i pick up fallen leaves. i have freckles. i love the cold, let it snow. i talk too fast. i like to touch everything. i am achingly proud of my family. i write. i am interested in your mask as well as your heart. i listen to stories. i am in awe of my friends. i love riding trains. i sleep badly. i love to read things that make me laugh out loud, magic from silent ink and paper :) i use smilies too much...
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