5.30.2009
5.24.2009
Scarf and my patio.
I am trying to make my patio look a little bit nicer..
yep.
A fall inspired scarf, i guess. Modeled by my jewelry tree because I am in no mood to take photos of myself.
yep.5.19.2009
Silver Platters
Man, I miss Silver Platters so bad. It was the greatest job, and i worked with awesome people. It felt like home. I don't feel like I belong at my job now, I'm faking it all day. Also, I miss music.
http://www.silverplatters.com/rel/v2_home.php?storenr=215&deptnr=103
http://www.silverplatters.com/rel/v2_home.php?storenr=215&deptnr=103
5.18.2009
5.16.2009
more pablo.
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering that fire ,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly
I saw the heavens
unfastened and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image ofmystery,
felt myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering that fire ,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly
I saw the heavens
unfastened and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image ofmystery,
felt myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
5.10.2009
5.09.2009
5.04.2009
Animals and stuff
I finally got some pictures of my squirrels! I call them Walter and Matthew but I'm sure they have their own squirrel names. Kawaii! I also finished my pink ribbed for her pleasure scarf. This was actually the best picture I could get without using a huge flash and self timer which is a pain in the bun-bun. oh well, you get the idea.
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