Vivienne

Sometimes I listen to the same song over and over again for days because it just fits. I love shoegaze music, making electronic bleeps, bloops and beats, minor second chords, the smell before a good rain which is only surpassed by the the smell of leaves on the ground at the peak of autumn, secularism, jumping up and down, dreaming with my eyes open, a long bubble bath in the dark, the sound of my kitties when they purr next to my head as it vibrates through my pillow, looking into people's windows, knee and thigh high socks, that moment before a kiss, that moment after a brush of the lips on a bare neck, snarky garrulous comments, The Brothers Quay, tibetan hot butter tea, epic costume dramas, good lighting, melted wax on wrought iron, espionage tactics, forensic intrigue, naughty froward behavior, a good stretch in the morning, moxie, festering malignancies, discommodious situations, sheepish fops, late night frolicking, skeleton keys,lingering reverberating notes, dens of iniquity, cabinets of curiosity,carnal canoodling, sassy flamenco guitar playing, pumpkin patches, steamy nature documentaries, solipsistic sonorousness, dark alleys, rare refractory resplendency, pseudoscientific jargon, sultry shadows, overcast twilight hours, a plethora of well placed mirrors in all the right situations, video gaming, heavy fog and weathered cobblestone streets, entymological oddities, malevolent trickery, molls with moxie, spore-ingesting pronged ants,reptilian osteology,word etymology, aural delights in all sorts of delectable flavors and colors!, wanton wayward robots, saucy double entendres, Jan Svankmajer vignettes, overgrown ivy on mossy dark red brick facades, conspiracy, cookies full of arsenic, unabashed lustfulness, mice on toast, captivating foibles, poppies and violets, falafel and couscous with a dash of tahini sauce, covert information and erudition gathering techniques,poison and the subversive lifestyle which dabbling in poison seems to bring on,eccentricity,cunning oblique allusions,fun with pillows,metaphoric streams of thought, dastardly deeds accomplished efficiently,Fritz Lang's sets, sideways stares,lecherous impish laughing,salacious imagery, flickering candles behind tulle,swanky surroundings,molten variegated wax,beheadings with lip trembling,velvet tipped rattlesnakes,landscapes on fruit pits,anarchist accordion players who will follow me around and play their duets at all the appropriate times, pernicious penguin provacation and most importantly....spies in seductive apparel particularly ones who utilize lipstick pistols and are fond of miniature grenades encapsulated in ball point pens...I really cannot get enough of them.