friday morning |
i am remembering the weekendwhen i stayed in my room andplayed 'hey!' on repeat forever.finally something great to lookat under the weight of migraineseason & heavy hands.
Posted by fran on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 08:50:00 PST |
not myspace |
i always feel weird about coming herebecause mr rupert owns myspaceand i hate him & all he stands for.but i keep getting drawn back inbecause there is substantial stuffhere & i like bulletins on event...
Posted by fran on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 04:26:00 PST |
blood on the walls & on the sheets |
but maybe someday we will meetand i will watch the wall i painteddrown down.
Posted by fran on Mon, 14 May 2007 11:01:00 PST |
Graduation Speech |
We started out basic: ABCAnd quickly we learned how to piece these letters togetherD-O-G, C-A-T (and sometimes H-E-L-P)They stuck.And soon they became words and sentencesparagraphs and essays.And now ...
Posted by fran on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 07:05:00 PST |
Yeti - Photoblog |
Leaving Footprints"You're young until you're not." - Regina SpektorCooliesRetardsMedia Students ... right?And of course, YETIYeah so after the gig, my stupid-gene kicked in and I decided to usemy cab ...
Posted by fran on Sat, 17 Jun 2006 09:35:00 PST |
The Girl In The Village |
The Apparition IThere are your eyes, and they are turning in their sockets, turning to meet me half way through my parade on this city street - the glance - and the clock strikes one. I am forever bak...
Posted by fran on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 05:41:00 PST |
Tombstones & Shitty Sunrises |
limitless and burning, this body cannot free me. disagreements in the morning of body versus mind. there is a palpable distance caused by careless words - I think. there are moments within moments whe...
Posted by fran on Sun, 23 Apr 2006 02:31:00 PST |
Songs for the Silent |
Let Me Go*Songs for the SilentIt was the day that the coats and scarves came onAnd shivering girls in mini-miniskirtswere rattling - empty bones at the core.He stood all enchanted in the middle of the...
Posted by fran on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 09:38:00 PST |
To Be Above These Prison Bars |
To Be Above These Prison Bars The shadows on the window of my taxicab are moaning, there is something ominous in the air. The shapes hit the window and stretch as we pan across a mysterious path. I ...
Posted by fran on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 09:12:00 PST |
Adrienne |
The woman sat next to a table by a window, a perfect reproduction of Whistler's mother with a loosely-hung silver 1920s flapper dress on and a metronome sitting solemnly on the bare wooden table. The ...
Posted by fran on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 03:01:00 PST |
