tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209936492024-03-13T12:09:22.901-07:00Scarlett Atmospheres Big Fat BlogThe goofy words that come out of my mouth, that I like to call art.Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-63467748954929432212013-04-24T20:00:00.000-07:002013-04-24T20:00:02.367-07:00I am the shell of what used to gaurd life,and to think that I wanted. I desired.<br />
Oh but her need to function like me, simply now, something I used to detest.<br />
And the way she exclaims when she gets pissed, the way that she is clear, that I am wrong and she is wrong and we are wrong and we are alright.<br />
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The way that she makes me hate her for only a moment before wanting to fall princess first into her arms,<br />
she is tough, tougher than anyone who had kissed my lips before.<br />
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And I'm just a pretty fae princess,<br />
I need tough. I need tough love. I need discipline, I need everything she gives me.<br />
She gets how to deal with me.<br />
She understand when to let me win, when to shut me up, when to put me in my place, how to.<br />
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And sometimes, for a couple of minutes, I called her names.<br />
We fight dirty.<br />
And then the makeup, the heart poor.<br />
Where she forgives quickly, where I drive her insane, the way I feel her blood pulse when I don't calm down quick enough.<br />
She keeps me in line.<br />
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The old me and the new me.<br />
She gets it. She is above it.<br />
And no, I don't deserve her, and yes, she can be harsh.<br />
I bitch in the corner, feeling sorry for myself. Victim.<br />
And she doesn't feel bad.<br />
She tells me "You're fucking crazy, I'm fucking crazy, who give a fuck, Sarah? You're my bad bitch" and then thats it.<br />
I laugh. Me.<br />
You're okay with that?<br />
You're okay with me being "a bad bitch"<br />
and I tell you sometimes, I say,<br />
You're an asshole, You are.<br />
and you agree... and you call me a bitch. and thats okay.<br />
because then you tell me all the things I need to hear, and my hands miss your thighs. Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-70835478286096315492012-05-29T20:45:00.001-07:002012-05-29T20:45:48.187-07:00So...
A corner office will never make me happy, huh?
Well fuck. Honestly. Now what?
Now I guess I go to work everyday until I discover I give two fucks and do have options.
Wish me luck.
I need time to be fairy.Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-53445506566969966902012-05-16T21:05:00.001-07:002012-05-16T21:05:28.482-07:00100 movies from the 1960s!Well, I have decided to stop trying to be influential and become influenced. So, as a start, I will be watching Lawrence of Arabia! I am watching the trailer now, I will post my thoughts soon :)Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-22792654565814366472012-04-30T14:24:00.001-07:002012-04-30T14:24:39.743-07:008 Months.
I have never desired for 8 months to go by as quickly as I asked them to this time.
Time.
I have never admired it and disliked it this much.
See, I have always had the time. The time for you and school and work and play and I have never wanted to give time away. While all my friends wanted to grow up, I wanted it to be a rule that you must be a little girl. You must dress like one and rarely ask for more responsibility or freedom.
But now, As I look at the right hand corner of my PacSun register, I see a date and I think- fast forward! I see the time and I think, I need this much money and then, clock, please, hurry.
I used to love the car at night. I loved the lights and the smells and the recentness of it all. I remember several times, sitting in the passenger side of my brothers old spider eclipse on our way to his first Louisville apartment, listening to theatrical music and analyzing it so pervasively and all I could have wish for was that the ride could be longer and take more time.
Now- As I set in the drivers seat, heading from Indiana to Louisville and back and forth again and again- I find myself frustrated. I think about what I could be doing instead. I look at the clock and wish I could make it vanish- so the ride wouldn't be so long, but I would still have time to do things when I returned home.
8 Months.
8 months ago, a Thurday. You packed all of your things. All of them.
Your clothes; all of them. Your hygiene products; all of them. Your notebooks and bags- yeah, all of them. Everything but me and transportation went with you.
It rained that night- a fitting rain. The electric went out at my brothers house and I found myself on a foreign floor, not foreign to my brother or his wife, but foreign to me. It was a rather unflattering time and fit no matter how inviting that night. I really needed to be by myself and so I had a bed made up on the floor and my phone, silently laying beside me. I stared at it seemingly all night long, checking the time to see if it was morning yet.
Months later, (8, imagine that) I am growing quite to used to it all. I am able to type these words without growing bitter or sad. And in no longer than a week you will be back, with everything, all of your things... And so, part of me says, that I want that two months to last a very long time; but part of me says, 8 years, seven to go.
I don't just mean that you will be gone for another seven years and that makes me sad. Of course, I enjoy your presence and I am thrilled that you will be home. But the new discovery of love and hate for time isn't only you. I find that I am confused. Some people say that high school is the time of your life which I have mostly doubted. Others say college- and though college only lasted one semester for me- I was never as content as I was when I was in my brothers spider eclipse- So, maybe not college.
I mean, maybe things don't get better or worse with time... Maybe it will all stay the same. I do know that I want to enjoy myself, no matter the time but I just can't help but imagine that it has to get better.
I am not depressed. I am not living for the future. I just simply think that this can not be it. Life can't possibly be this simple; An awkward battle to find the balance between work and play- Between waiting and obtaining. I know something has to give.
If you must know what I am living for, I suppose I am living for the equation of it all. To figure things out- to discover and also to figure out how to make the good drives longer and the frustrating ones less frustrating.Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-52869036115842466572012-04-30T13:20:00.000-07:002012-04-30T13:20:05.807-07:00I Want to Try Something"I want to try something" she insisted, holding her hand out to grab my own. <br />
I felt the need to hesitate, like the need you feel to hesitate before jumping into an icy pool in March, but you can't allow yourself to think about it or you won't be able to do it. <br />
I didn't hesitate, not physically at least.<br />
Grabbing her hand I felt a tingle up my arm and then it was over as quickly as it had come. <br />
I look around. Familiarity and distance both exist.Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-91359024421589704292012-01-14T23:26:00.001-08:002012-01-14T23:26:49.016-08:00Does God hate insects?I tried to resurrect a fly today... In a church... I may or may not have asked God to prove himself by bringing the fly back to life... No luck.Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-14981562051911108192011-12-30T20:08:00.000-08:002011-12-30T20:08:48.344-08:00Barbie vs. Boosey (My PERSONAL shoe wishlist of Dec. 2011)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu4g5J90tuo/Tv6Kl8wNfXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KCVggDUqT2Y/s1600/shoes.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="253" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu4g5J90tuo/Tv6Kl8wNfXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KCVggDUqT2Y/s400/shoes.png" /></a></div>Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-80623949752740293472011-11-29T23:12:00.000-08:002011-11-29T23:12:59.194-08:00A series: Love letters to Xeuryia; Letter OneYou, Xeuryia, are sacred.<br />
Much like the way your wet hair grazes your lower back when you step out of the shower, much like the chills that manifest on your abdomen as his lips graze your neck.<br />
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You, Xeuryia, are quirky.<br />
Much like the way you enjoy eating Ramen noodles with chopsticks because it makes you feel cultured.Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-49539768125696470642011-08-08T19:56:00.000-07:002011-08-08T19:56:55.864-07:00the name is xeuryia.Carita- luna, moonlit beauty<br />
Euphraxia- to delight the heart and mind<br />
Xylia-of the forest<br />
Tryphosa- the delicate<br />
Disir - spirits who attach themselves to a particular place. <br />
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carita euphraxia xylia tryphosa disir<br />
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phosacarxylia<br />
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The delicate moonlit beauty of the forest<br />
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xeuryia<br />
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of the forest to delight the heart and mind <br />
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To delight the heart and mind of the delicate forest<br />
Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-58307866270676894442011-07-18T12:49:00.000-07:002011-07-18T12:50:01.798-07:00I wanta boy who rewards himself with manly bath time. You know, a bath and beer and a wooden "rubber ducky" or something.<br />
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Face in my pillow, fevered with fears that offend you,<br />
of course you'll come back, of course you won't leave like this,<br />
of course you'll come back and give my forehead a kiss,<br />
of course you'll touch my salty cheek,<br />
of course you'll return to me.<br />
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Bipolar cat that sat in my lap during our night picnic,<br />
Candy bars you bought me in my refrigerator and bodies moving rhythmic,<br />
I hope you remember sitting in coffee shops and romantic evenings,<br />
I hope you think its cute that I get chocolate on my elbows,<br />
And I hope you like how much I love animals,<br />
and I know you'll remember the fits but never forget flowers in a jar we picked out in my yard,<br />
I'll never forget you'll come back and of course you'll return to me.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">Three hours. Not a full work shift. </div><div class="MsoNormal">A day. Not long enough to clean my room.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Two days. Three hours. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Three days. Still not a full work week but the average number of shifts I may work.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Four days. Still not the weekend.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Five days. I have waited much longer.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Six days. Not yet a full week.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Six days and three hours. We’ll figure it out. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Three hours, September. 19 is young. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Three hours, September, 5 years. That pains a little. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Three hours. </div>Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-21653654922653917742011-06-15T21:36:00.000-07:002011-06-15T21:49:04.207-07:00Homes Boney ChestWe sat in the backseat of your car, blankets immersing us in fake sanctuary; I'm home because you're there. I don't really take pleasure in scary movies, they interest me, but they depress me. We ignore the movie, we tried playing cards. I touched you beneath your undergarments; Warmth; I was home; In the back of your car; At the drive-in theater; On screen two. <br />
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What do you do when home leaves you? Put up signs with his face on it? “Money reward for return of home” You can have a weakness for the fossils- The poem, the horse you endearingly knitted for weeks, the dream catcher that whimsically suspends from my wall with my uneven décor, red walls with your writing- will these fossils haunt me or comfort me?<br />
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I want to lay my head on homes boney chest. I love you.Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-67469436784558749002011-06-03T20:44:00.000-07:002011-06-03T20:46:43.205-07:00bottomless<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TFh04sf5xw/TemqGxfB4bI/AAAAAAAAAfI/13DP5Qi8iIk/s1600/miranda-july-THE_FUTURE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TFh04sf5xw/TemqGxfB4bI/AAAAAAAAAfI/13DP5Qi8iIk/s200/miranda-july-THE_FUTURE.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">I often do not become conscious of the amount of pain I feel, though nevertheless, it is dreadfully present. I have a “gift” (one could say) for snubbing that nagging anguish- AKA: the deep cuts. I divert their attention to/ with the minor scrapes. Later, however, in combination with the lesser scrapes, the deep cuts begin to feel bottomless. <span class="MsoIntenseEmphasis"><span style="color: windowtext; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"></span></span></div>Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-27722649303511642072011-06-01T06:50:00.000-07:002011-06-01T06:50:12.785-07:00<span class="body">"For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts." - Thomas Mann</span><br />
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<span class="body">To Govern. </span>Supreme power or authority.<br />
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Often times religion is a cultural system relating mostly to humanity, that establishes thoughts,ideas and morals that contribute to an individuals values. Often times those "values" become a "merit" or "worth" in a society and suddenly those who do not share the same "values" lack "merit". When a cultural system (ahem, religion) becomes such a cycle it often governs (rather than influencing) many lives and choices. I believe Thomas Mann is advising us to let "goodness and love" govern our thoughts.Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-69918029300843946102011-05-27T20:46:00.000-07:002011-05-27T20:46:36.486-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZlPB6MP8I4/TeBwGwzjdMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/odY-tLCt1p8/s1600/114_8486.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZlPB6MP8I4/TeBwGwzjdMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/odY-tLCt1p8/s400/114_8486.JPG" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-62491931111391218802011-05-14T20:38:00.001-07:002011-06-01T06:32:34.310-07:00"An art whose medium is language will always show a high degree of critical creativeness, for speech is itself a critique of life: it names, it characterizes, it passes judgment, in that it creates."<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFkxALmKig8/TeY-Ppkv79I/AAAAAAAAAfE/aCaAakASrcQ/s1600/duchamp_living_sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFkxALmKig8/TeY-Ppkv79I/AAAAAAAAAfE/aCaAakASrcQ/s400/duchamp_living_sm.jpg" width="311" /></a></div>I remember in the 8th grade, I wrote a paper titled "What Is Art?", I basically wrote a whole essay on the sum of this quote. Had I knew Thomas Mann had so much to say, I would have quoted him in that essay. I define art as "anything that is a product of creativity", here, Thomas Mann defines what role language plays in art and life. He talks about how it creates within itself "... in that it creates". - Thomas MannName in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-55040136055134368412011-05-14T20:26:00.000-07:002011-06-01T06:32:59.885-07:00Thomas Mann- (German writer and artist):<span class="body">"For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts."</span><br />
<span class="body">"</span><span class="body">A great truth is a truth whose opposite is also a truth."</span><br />
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<span class="body">"</span><span class="body">A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people."</span><br />
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<span class="body">"Human reason needs only to will more strongly than fate, and she is fate."</span><br />
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<span class="body">"If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it."</span><br />
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<div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span class="body">"Order and simplification are the first steps toward the mastery of a subject.</span>"<br />
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<span class="body">"People's behavior makes sense if you think about it in terms of their goals, needs, and motives.</span>"</div><br />
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<span class="body">"Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.</span>"<br />
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<span class="body">"The task of a writer consists of being able to make something out of an idea.</span>"<span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/t/thomasmann170110.html"></a></span><br />
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<span class="body">"The writer's joy is the thought that can become emotion, the emotion that can wholly become a thought.</span>"<br />
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"War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace."<br />
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"We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities."<br />
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<b>By: <i>Kate Frakes </i>and, well, <i>myself. </i></b>Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-61961082066314491472011-04-22T06:56:00.000-07:002011-04-22T06:56:26.371-07:00Its Earth Day, SweetPea!So I have been thinking (Everybody take cover) about consumerism, and well, damn, I am a consumerist, however, today is like redemption day. Get inspired and make some changes. So here we go, I'm going to tell you the changes I wish to see in my own lifestyle:<br />
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-Recycle "trash" more!<br />
-Use resusable grocery bags (I do, but I need more!)<br />
-Buy less new clothes (This one hurts a little, but hey, recycling old styles <strong>is</strong> fun)<br />
-PLANT TREES!!! AND FLOWERS! AND FAIRY GARDENS!<br />
-Get away from preservatives! <br />
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THE IMPORTANT PART:<br />
Don't do these things in vain! Please, do it because of the love you have for mother earth. Don't feel that love? Go outside in the worst of conditions. Rain, snow, sleet, PLEASE. This is the most active way to learn to love the earth. Get dirty, Get cold, Get uncomfortable, Get wet (get your head out of the gutter!). <br />
And read this: <a href="http://blog.babybearshop.com/2011/03/tree-hugger.html">http://blog.babybearshop.com/2011/03/tree-hugger.html</a><br />
It inspired me!Name in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994808886140166095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20993649.post-8831934018079103002011-02-07T11:19:00.000-08:002011-02-07T11:19:01.910-08:00For some reason, this makes me feel like a indoor fairy?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lVRivjb8FpU/TVBFPMs_fpI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wUe7cf5vCFg/s1600/L_g0011621097%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lVRivjb8FpU/TVBFPMs_fpI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wUe7cf5vCFg/s400/L_g0011621097%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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