I Am A Palindrome

Mon, 10 Sep 2007 01:59:59 GMT

I moved over to

www.anna-bonanza.blogspot.com

Sayonara livejournal for you are obsolete!

Thu, 31 May 2007 04:33:47 GMT

"Now if we were completely blind and someone were to describe to you what the tactile and aesthetic qualities of an animal are, you would strictly relate the word ‘animal’ to the actual animal and discern, from species to species, what that animal is just based on the sound of the words and the contours, texture, or the apparent human qualities of the character that it becomes a fundamental part of your life even though, the drawing board needs more genuine fame than anything else when I am in that club, the Isaraeli I o not think that they should have to soething say, but at the same time I would" - Drunken Anna at 4:19 AM on October 19, 2006

I spent the evening reading old REALjournal.com entries, listening/watching this and writing my first ep! Eek.

I hope I don't drown.

I found a smile while looking through the silvery reflection in the back of a spoon!

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 06:29:33 GMT

Well a first entry into the new year might go a long the lines of something like "I've found something startling in this past year about my incapability to tell my mother any more lies," or lines that describe how pathetic I was spending the entire summer pushing buttons that dictate images on screens instead of doing cartwheels in the meadows, lines that might even drive the shame out of me... lines like "I've lost all my strength to conversate to those around me so I've gone all Nietzchean, buttoned-mouth, and sore-tongued about my year," but none of that is necessary. Or necessarily true.

Image still from performance artist Miranda July

I've learned to exercise the desire for achieving full potential in the future this year and disabling the power of reflections on the past to govern what has been achieved in the now; therefore, leaving the future to manifest organically, that it is only perceived as something more objective and less as the product of elements in a failed equation.

Graph depicting howthe Trichromatic Color Vision Theory works

I will, however, go into small descriptions about how I spent my New Years Eve: white wine evenings, achieving all gold cups at Mario Kart with my boyfriend, made a delicious Japanese-inspired dinner, watching two amazing movies (one being about a German polka musician discovering zydeco and his quest to discover its origins and another about a dysfunctional family on their way to a girl-child's beauty pageant), rediscovering the power of Crush (and why Siken is still the most profound and brilliant contemporary P O E T I've discovered thus far) and most importantly I had Mike with me and the locked-lip synchronized act of a ball drop minus the actual ball. Spectacular. Just spectacular.

Does this describe pure excitement? Does it?

This year there are many gaping holes that are waiting to be resolved like a scab.

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 11:15:55 GMT

Can you believe that summer has already slipped us by? Three months of discovering imperfection in all the beauty and the design in nature, all the intricate stubborn details of human existence, and losing all sense and all thought all over again. Two months of denying the certainty of cycles, perhaps how they rotate or why they rotate and if you can ever cease it or keep everything in one continuous linear, line. And then pi hits the ceiling fan, pi hits the steering wheel, pi hits the hands of the ticking clocks that remove themselves with every tick and tock. One month in actually breathing, breathing heavy but exhaling deeply into the reality of the world: the ongoing war, the depletion of our resources, stripping our lungs right before our eyes. And to think that our problems all began with technology; the discovery of fiyyyahhh. Perhaps we all already know that we are doomed.

And without all seriousness, I rediscovered laughter and the way it can expel the surest and sincerest symbollic truth of what can exist within a friend: a vacuum that sucks up all your emotions like an awful pill and having nothing left but the steam of fresh breath barely squeezing through the esophagus (sp) because every tiny tube connected to your respritatory system has twisted itself into a knot; moments when you can not control the oxygen intake, yearning for an oxygen mask because pure hysterical sensations of laughter has conquered every particle in your body.

Nothing involving drugs, except for the drug-white gaze of the moon.

And then it hits me.
That awful sensation of loosing all my teeth.
Loosing the tiny white ornaments in my mouth so that one day I may never laugh or never speak, just smile
--- gums moist and delicate, just bleeding.

Summer is succulent and was so seductive. I felt in many ways trapped inside a whorehouse in ohio or in a long journey on a ferry heading towards phuket, thailand but never actually reaching my destination. or my whore.

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The men were all drunk. The women were all fucked. But somehow we all got what we wanted. Nothing involving drugs, except for the drug-white gaze of the moon.

Various photos credited numerically according to order in apperance: #1 photo still by cindy sherman, #2 installation by henrik plenge jakobsen , #3 drawing by aurel shmidt, and #4 photo still by cindy sherman.

Sun, 15 Jan 2006 06:26:57 GMT

I am not sleeping from now until the end of this coming semester.

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 08:44:11 GMT

Soften your heart.

I Found You in a Field of Flowers

Sat, 08 Oct 2005 03:33:31 GMT

This shit is friends only.

Bust it.