2/19/22
2/18/22
Princess
Late last night I woke to loud arguing and screaming.
I've been sleeping on the couch with Belle since our bedroom is so cold. Being closer to the street I listened intently wondering if someone was being beaten.
As I listened I realized the sounds were coming from Belle's belly.
Her head was also creating sounds: sighs, moans, yipping, opinions, yawns, recollections, and plans.
Her feet paddled against my feet.
The bed was vibrating.
Pillows levitated.
This morning she woke rife with resentment.
She hadn't been outside in 12 hours yet resisted my pulling at her feet to get her out of bed.
She kicked at me, eventually slid off the couch, glared over her shoulder at me, and headed to the door.
Back inside I cleaned the little snowballs that had collected in her webbed feet.
She declined to acknowledge this effort, waived breakfast, and headed back to the couch where she dramatically sighed before jumping onto the cushions.
Princess, I whispered behind her back.
I've been sleeping on the couch with Belle since our bedroom is so cold. Being closer to the street I listened intently wondering if someone was being beaten.
As I listened I realized the sounds were coming from Belle's belly.
Her head was also creating sounds: sighs, moans, yipping, opinions, yawns, recollections, and plans.
Her feet paddled against my feet.
The bed was vibrating.
Pillows levitated.
This morning she woke rife with resentment.
She hadn't been outside in 12 hours yet resisted my pulling at her feet to get her out of bed.
She kicked at me, eventually slid off the couch, glared over her shoulder at me, and headed to the door.
Back inside I cleaned the little snowballs that had collected in her webbed feet.
She declined to acknowledge this effort, waived breakfast, and headed back to the couch where she dramatically sighed before jumping onto the cushions.
Princess, I whispered behind her back.
Breakfast
Me: I'm headed out for a road trip today.
Pist: You have a shopping problem.
Me: ( jubilant) I have a shopping adventure.
Pist: You have FOMO.
Me: Well....
Later at the flea market I spy a woman shopping with her husband.
Me: You have a man that shops with you!?
Her: Yes! And he's so good looking. I tell him he's lucky I like shopping here and not at Macy's.
Me: Wow. You have the life.
Pist: You have a shopping problem.
Me: ( jubilant) I have a shopping adventure.
Pist: You have FOMO.
Me: Well....
Later at the flea market I spy a woman shopping with her husband.
Me: You have a man that shops with you!?
Her: Yes! And he's so good looking. I tell him he's lucky I like shopping here and not at Macy's.
Me: Wow. You have the life.
2/17/22
Bllvll Ialianate
I wanted this building two years ago. It had been on the market for 2.5 years. At the time it was a modest 250K. I couldn't justify its scale or its steps : / I felt Pist holding me back by my coat tails every time I leaned towards it. 
2/16/22
Ikebana via the 50s
From one of the books in my coolection. I've recreated this piece. Tall grass was used.I wonder if its influence was a barkcloth design.
2/15/22
Dreamtime
It was a place of missing floor boards and waning enchantment. A hard place with no reflective surfaces. A mirror was frosted with dust.
Every single thing was broken. It was the prose of abandonment, a story with a narrative that's always spinning but never changing.
Being the shortest person in the group I was handed a small flashlight from a man's hand. Doll size.
I let it fall.
The scents of rotting wood, urine, and spilled beer in this place.
This is how I became haunted.
Every single thing was broken. It was the prose of abandonment, a story with a narrative that's always spinning but never changing.
Being the shortest person in the group I was handed a small flashlight from a man's hand. Doll size.
I let it fall.
The scents of rotting wood, urine, and spilled beer in this place.
This is how I became haunted.
2/14/22
2/13/22
I'd been itching to ride in a Hearse
Aaron's 1979 Cadillac Hearse. We rode. We dined. I told Aaron the glove compartment cover had ghost imagery.
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