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Archive for December, 2002

Holiday

Sunday, December 29th, 2002

The 8:30 am voice from outside the bedroom door said rather than asked
“Do you want me to eat breakfast alone”.
He held me and whispered “This isn't really a vacation for you is it”
And I know he understands.
Now,
I want to
rearrange my belongings,
light candles,
burn incense,
put on the music,
take baths, and
generally lie about
and not talk to anyone (just […]

Perrier-Jouet

Saturday, December 21st, 2002

this morning I took my vitamins with champagne.
blue toenails
I am on the way to the airport

How do I drown my sorrows?

Tuesday, December 17th, 2002

Last night,
2 plates of tuna tartar
and sleep
(that is after I could breathe again)

Everything is temporal

Tuesday, December 17th, 2002

90 gigs of material
Almost all the work
Since I arrived
Up, in a poof of smoke
Cross your fingers for me please

I can not wait to smell him

Monday, December 16th, 2002

the smell of dust on a hot light bulb, warm photocopier toner, freshly welded aluminium and the salty taste of a battery. The essences of various woods, the aura of lotus and the moss of willow trees and his essence

When He Was Here

Sunday, December 15th, 2002

In line forever
Under florescent lights
At Kmart
I noticed over and over again
How handsome he was

You go little 240Z!

Sunday, December 15th, 2002

Part 3 of a 3 point turn that I am doing on a tiny cobblestone street at night in downtown Charleston. I see the 240ZX in my rearview mirror and come close to hitting it, apparently I am not the only one or perhaps I am just the only one that didn't hit it. With […]

Dreams of Paradise

Friday, December 13th, 2002

He picked me up in his spaceship with kisses oh so sweet
I had a house in the Hollywood Hills, all glass
With trees all around, a bird of paradise in the front blooming
Two cats were purring
Warm water and cold rain
His cheeks taste good
soon

Things happen when it is raining

Tuesday, December 10th, 2002

I bought a radio controlled clock today. It refuses to be controlled, it just ignores the signals. Tonight I took it for a drive, hoping it would loosen up, relax and have some sort of communication. It was stubborn and paid no attention, it just announced arbitrary times. I tried to explain that time was […]

ass message

Sunday, December 8th, 2002

from november 22, 2002

Today is my day off.

Sunday, December 8th, 2002

I am more relieved that happy. I have had a headache for 3 days.
Last night after working for 14 hours I wanted to go into an isolation tank.
I brought a bag of chips to bed because I didn't have dinner and then I woke up in the night with one hand in the bag, my […]

Sunday, December 8th, 2002

Tonight we screened dailies late because the director drove his car into a ditch.
The sheriff said, “I hope you shoot better then you drive”.

Organique Tampon de cotton pur

Saturday, December 7th, 2002

Dioxin is bad, coochies are good. I don't understand why anyone would put bad dioxin in a perfectly good coochie, and this is why I always buy organic 100% cotton tampons. Today, in fact, I picked some up at the health food store. Funny thing is that the tiny box of tampons is about the […]

A dozen donuts (krispy kremes)

Wednesday, December 4th, 2002

I watched myself take a bite out of each donut. After the first 2 or 3 bites I really didn't want to eat any more, I just, as usual, wanted to taste them all. So, I took a bite out of all 12 and then threw the box away. So removed, I thought, how fascinating […]

He is more then a handful

Tuesday, December 3rd, 2002

Luckily I am ready

Saturday Lunch

Tuesday, December 3rd, 2002

In a big circular banquet
Veuve Clicquot
Mussels
Escargot
Lobster salad
Crab cocktail
2 dozen oysters, 1 dozen beau soliel, 1 dozen blue point
hands touching across the table
we like the same things…
some parts
inter-changeable
our alchemy
with it's wild
potentials of
summation
and
cancellation….
More then I ever imagined
I watch him show his ID and walk through the metal detector
He moves out of site, but I keep watching anyway.
And […]

Tell Me More And More And Then Some More

Sunday, December 1st, 2002

Tell me more and then some
Daddy you know what I wanna hear
I want some more and then some of that
I love you only dear
I want some more and then some
Oh how you feel
And then when you done told me
About a million times
How much you love me
And you're through
Start right back again
I've made the same mistake
I […]



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