Thus far, what I have put together for content doesn’t really fit the cover I designed for funsies OR the playlist which I decided to draw some inspiration from… there’s definitely more of a magickal not-of-this-world vibe at the moment, less of the gritty apocalyptic erotic angst I had in mind when I set out. But we will see where the project evolves. Naturally, if I actually DO find a home for it beyond self-publishing, I likely won’t have control of the cover anyway. BUT… I have to finish it first and polish it up.
It’s a collection of poetry in the making. At the moment, there are multiple poems about dreams and nightmares. Otherworldly shizz right thur.
I also have a subtle piece I wrote directed at Kurt Cobain that begins with me fondly remembering a men’s sweater I inherited from my uncle, and the time a random elderly woman at the bus station downtown cuffed the sleeves for me and gave them a pat, smiled, and walked away (because it didn’t fit quite right).
Whenever I share the sweater-cuffing anecdote, people tend to think it sounds creepy (ew, someone you don’t know in your personal space). But at the time, it felt very grandmotherly. I dunno.
Presently listening to Hippie 60’s Saturday Morning, even though it’s going on 10 PM. Waiting for what might be round 2 of try to bathe the cat. She definitely won round 1. I got her back end dipped into soapy water past her hip bones, however, so points for that, maybe?
Leonard Cohen’s “Everybody Knows” is on right now. GAWD I forgot how much I love this song… and it has that great after-the-fact association with Pump Up the Volume. Which reminds me of another bit of humorous motherly advice I received. Maybe not humorous so much as terrifying in retrospect. My mom told me you can’t turn a guy on then put your clothes back on like Nora does in the movie because they can’t or won’t stop once they get started.
She’d also advised me after seeing me adore Dirty Dancing, that no man would ever dance me out of my clothes. I mean, no one has yet. But hey. Hope springeth eternal and all.
Sorry, just had to take a “commercial break” to edit the poem that describes my mother’s conflicting and disturbing advice on men over the years. Amusingly, she also admitted once that I should have both male and female friends because “you need both,” not realizing how that reverberated to a potentially-polyamorous bisexual teenager. I’m still a bit astounded that I remain unattached to this day, all things considered, but I’m also a bit sheltered.
Someone chatted me up in public today, and it was very flustering, even if or maybe because I wasn’t interested. Though attention from beautiful people can be flustering too. Maybe it was just friendly conversation. Who knows?
I wore my Velvet Underground & Nico Warhol album art tee to a craft store today. Actually crafted a whole eccentric artist fit around it to really make an occasion out of running there and to the library. It’s definitely a bold icebreaker.
Continuing the brick aesthetic. I’ve also decided on an eventual localized road trip project of documenting all the murals in my area, side note. So be on the lookout for more gorgeous brick, spray painted up all pretty-like.
I do have these recent offerings, to maybe get me started:
I don’t plan to make any money off my photos of the murals or work them into a creative project of any kind. It’s more for fun, for sharing on social media. For the adventure of it all.
A friend was looking for more things we can do tomorrow beyond just foraging for pine cones for crafting projects. Maybe I will suggest mural hunting.
SO… today’s gratitudes: the craft store wired my painting to hang, for the gallery show, while I waited. There was a couple being helped ahead of me, and she knocked that customer service out of the park, romancing them with all the framing options, so I was waiting for a bit. But she was kind to me, as well. Much appreciated.
I discovered another Andrea Gibson poetry collection that I had not yet read, waiting for me at the library, and reserved a copy of a DVD documentary on Kurt Cobain for later, to be held there for pickup. Figure I need to make a dent in my various renewed library books before I check out any printed biographies.
Learned today Cobain was also a visual artist. Fascinating. Looking forward to seeing his art in the documentary.
Coming back around to the poetry collection, Some of the pieces in You Better Be Lightning were so astoundingly funny! I’ve only just started it, but I am super stoked to read the rest.
Browsed a Dollar Tree and spied many cute things (so much leopard print to match my jeans!). Managed to leave them all behind, unpurchased.
Eventually got drive-thru DQ with my mom.
I did fall into a pit of sadness when it got dark out, and cried having arrived home, thinking about various forms of abandonment, real and perceived. But at least I have the safety at this time in my life to begin unpacking all of that. That’s a positive.
Alright, let’s try to dip the cat in the sink again, shall we?
Then, another spot of writing/editing, and various nighttime creative antics.
Love to all!
All the Bright and Sparkly Things 
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