Tiny Transylvania

High voltage intensity.

Im glad to see other high intensity chics exist. Becoming a chanteuse and putting that radiance to shine. A room could never be dark with you in it.

 

Impressions of long ago.

That sometimes turned out wrong. Impressions of you.

 

Lemony Snicket and The Composer is Dead

April 9th at 2 pm Knight Center I will be taking Londonium to see....................

The Composer is Dead.

 
A collaboration between children's author Lemony Snicket (One of my most favorite gives me tingles in my toes kinda favorites.)

 Until Recently He Preffered to Remain a Figment of everyone's visceral imagination.

 

Click on link below to enjoy his site:

 Oh Lemony Snicket you sly devil you.

and we musnt forget composer Nathaniel Stookey, The Composer is Dead is a morbidly funny musical whodunnit that investigates every section of the orchestra—A Peter and the Wolf for the 21^st century aimed at a new 
generation.

Hallelujah, I've found the Eject button.

So,  yeah,   I have been hearing choruses on Hi Fi Definition inside my solitary meditations. Funny how loud things can be in the dead of silence. In the still of the still of the still.   Or, what about...how silent things are when you deafen your ears?

Imagining myself in pink turbans, driving - a taxi cab driver and the ongoing chatter of people slamming car doors in and slamming car doors out. All, with their mediochre soundtrack of silly speak. Wearing imaginary head-sets to drown out the mal odors of sedentary thoughts.

It's something to speak the way you are feeling -to feel like you have gone to far. Fishing back words. Reeling them in. How can you erase a truth when it seems to be in neon lights. I found a pencil and eraser and am drawing my escape plan exit. Hopefully I haven't ruined the picture.

 
 

 

 

  

Over  four years ago a process of death began.

I was so busy trying to cover the stink. That i forgot it could make me sick.

Began to bury it about a year ago. And then between cleansing and forgetting. I was so afraid to close the coffin door.

Decided that I need to finish the Rebellion and Lies..

Opened the windows, let the fresh air in.

Swept the house thru and opened the doors.

Burnt incense in every corner.

Made a paperkite and let it fly free, all the sorrows released to burn like a pheonix. Far awar from me.

Took a flower scented bath and cleaned the death from my hair.

Went to see the storybook end.

Tommorrow I begin a new story.