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About Me

i was born 80,000 years ago on a small star called pilatrezulonez. unfortunately, my people had invented these rather useless contraptions that sucked in dark matter from the atmosphere, burned the particles faster than the speed of light, and used the energy released to project the subconscious of the wealthy who employed the machines onto giant screens that everyone had to look at seventeen times a day. a religion was born of the ritual. soon our scientists discovered that the balance of our orbit was being jerked toward a terrible hurricane of a black hole, and the planet couldn't last. dark matter is an exhaustible resource if you burn it in such great quantities and so very quickly. the world angrily rejected that notion, and soon the planet was hurled into the implosive unknown. luckily my family and i had already secured a time/space ship that propelled us to the closest dwelling that could accomodate our very particular needs and desires--and after a comfortable journey we arrived on earth in 1987 c.e. since then, i have slowly discovered that i may have to board the arc again. the religions of this world are centered on mechanisms just as vain and destructive as the pilatrezulonezian dream-machines... incidentally, telescopes should be able to pick up the image of the ghost of my beloved star any day now. it was that far away. keep an eye on the heavens, look for the lovely electric blue gases and small magenta clouds. if you've got a decent telescope, you might even be able to see my old family dwelling unit in the eastern mountains bordering the largest sea.

My Interests

CHRONOS-SYNCLASTIC INFUNDIBULUM. russian fairy tales. paper mache. tap dancing. wind up toys. colorful birds. robots. apocolypse. black holes. heaven. antiquity. puppets. ghosts. limericks. infinity. secret passages. alternate dimensions. suspense of disbelief. trapeze artists. death. kali. sissors. disassembling clocks. bastet. reptiles. snakes that walk upright and whose scales are every irridescent and devastatingly beautiful color. mimes. shel silverstein. singing opera in the shower. clawfoot bathtubs. chandeliers. grand pianos. delusions of grandeur. scary monsters. as scary as you've got. spies. pretty bugs. watercolors. the moon. when it's hypnotically orange colored and enormous. salome--"the moon looks like a dead woman tonight." . neil gaiman. mc escher. hypnagogic hallucinations. dreaming. science fiction. naked twister--with paint. psychotically pointy high heels. aliens. silk. cthulu. mythology. fairy tales (even un-russian). shiny things. accordion. piano. ballerinas. feathers. nocturnal people. cupcakes.

I'd like to meet:

other intragalactic refugees.

Music:

phrygian

Movies:

backwards

Television:

vortex

Books:

in bonfires

Heroes:

villains all

My Blog

this round of unwritten letters is on me

Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man by Ogden NashIt is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts,That all sin is divided into two p...
Posted by curiosity kills on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 10:46:00 PST

this is fun

my house is abandoned at this hour. all the guests are home or in beds that will feel strange tomorrow.wake up new every day.i truly wish i could go homebut i don't know where that isand i dream that...
Posted by curiosity kills on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 04:50:00 PST

shame on me. this was not supposed to be a bulletin. mistake even now.

how many times can you listen to the same song and really feel !something, like the time when you woke up and first heard it and had some kind of midnight revelation?the stage goes blank, dead black.*...
Posted by curiosity kills on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 06:33:00 PST

pierette lunaire voices her dismay on the skeletal construction of poetry

you write poetry when you've nothing left.you do something perverse and horrible when your life is calm.you practice faces in the mirrors when you don't recognize yourself.you have absolute shallow em...
Posted by curiosity kills on Fri, 18 May 2007 04:57:00 PST

three trains of thought crashing with a dull thud

witnessing my doppelganger in the darkest corner of the room, i sense the violence of such a bright future. with thieves and priests and kings on hand, frozen in jars waiting to be consulted, i evade...
Posted by curiosity kills on Fri, 11 May 2007 10:50:00 PST

and at that point, things begin to come back..and you don't know how fast time is going

and nothing passes. a helicopter hovers low and the sound makes everyone fall asleeppressing back into the corner of a room, bright eyes blacking out everything around them like a tunnel, like death, ...
Posted by curiosity kills on Thu, 03 May 2007 04:20:00 PST

something older than nails

in love again.i care for my thumb like a gardenerbut i have no flowers.my painter's fingers sweepthe dancer's leg.the actor's face glimmers in anticipation of some excitement yet to thrill some audien...
Posted by curiosity kills on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 11:01:00 PST

da?

only referring to the painting. sorry for the terrible, exhausting, complicated toss of mind the incredible amount of readers i have have been forced into unwillingly and resentfully.the rest is sauce...
Posted by curiosity kills on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 11:06:00 PST

do it now

you can always testifyyou can measure up your dreamskill the presidentmake your life worthwhile...
Posted by curiosity kills on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 03:26:00 PST

something you should know

my phone was in a terrible car accident.if you have to get in touch with me, write a letter. send a singing telegram. Skywriting is an aviation technique created by vaporizing fluid in the plane's exh...
Posted by curiosity kills on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 12:04:00 PST