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Brittany

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About Me

Weird fact #287: I once had a dream I was wandering streets littered with hopeless people. Mangy dogs with tails tucked between their legs cowered in the shadows. The hue was straight out of a Frank Miller graphic. Two bums, teeth to teeth over a half eaten chicken leg. The hollow clanks of a metal trash can lid escaping down the back alleys. Everything split as I passed, peeling away into a fantastic light. I was fashioned in a tattered robe and preaching the good word. 'Van Halen is not a religion, Van Halen is Not a religion'...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..." - Kerouac

Music

Waking Life "theory and no action"

Louis Buñuel/Salvador Dali "Un Chien Andalou"

Music:

my playlist updates to suit my mood

Movies:

Dr. Strangelove, Royal Tenenbaums, Waking Life, Four Rooms, Big Lebowski, Batman Returns, ChumScrubber, Igby Goes Down, Snatch, Amelie, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Fear and Loathing, Go, Pulp Fiction, Thank You for Smoking, Rules of Attraction, Eulogy, Garden State, Recognizing Saints

Books:

Catcher in the Rye-J.D. Salinger, Invisible Monsters-Chuck Palhinuk, Lamb-Christopher Moore, White Oleander-Janet Fitch, Desolation Angels, Dharma Bums-Kerouac, East of Eden-Steinbeck, Doors of Perception-Aldous Huxley, Perks of being a Wallflower-Stephen Chbosky, Quietus-Vivian Schilling, 1984-Orwell. Short stories by Thomas Pynchon, Camus, David Sedaris. Poetry by Sexton, E.E.Cummings, Whitman, Ginsberg, Poe, Billy Corgan.

Heroes:

the ones who still dress in dreams

My Blog

The Art of Innocence

There were kids fighting outside my apartment today. Not the "Oh yeah I know you are but what am I?" sort of fighting, but with sticks. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a violent activity by ...
Posted by Brittany on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 07:13:00 PST

This Mess Of Perfection

The moon has singed a hole thoughout the clouds, burning a dilated eye. It watches as tendrils of smoke curl from my lips in ribbons. Thoughts like asps are fleeting, leaving me with nothing but poiso...
Posted by Brittany on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 02:43:00 PST

What Remains Will Always Be Obscure

night is no longer possessed by the heat of day somewhere in the middle the ends meet fashioning a balled tired face it watches with a sterile blankness as shadows race to swallow the hard edges eve...
Posted by Brittany on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 03:15:00 PST

Mindsweeper

I'm taking deep breaths, treading water. False awakenings stir and confuse all that I perceive as reality. People are empty shells, cracked with their insides leaking and exposed - trailing their sadn...
Posted by Brittany on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 08:24:00 PST

Case of the "Mondays"?

The sky is in torents, throwing down all too precious wetness. Glistening black on roads and dumping puddles under my feet. This walk is stretched, exhausted, exaggerated by my heavy steps. I know wha...
Posted by Brittany on Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:37:00 PST

Blaze A Dream

this autumn nightmare scoffs and taunts with stagnant breath blowing black into this space between us spreading further with moments elapsed. leaves that hang in shaded fire tumble slow off branc...
Posted by Brittany on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 12:45:00 PST

Indifferent

So I had a dream the other night. One that just will not be shrugged off. It was a jumble of people and places and thoughts. Places back in Montana with people I've met here in Portland. Let's just sa...
Posted by Brittany on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 09:23:00 PST

Evermore

These seemingly unseen bonds attatch thin and wispy like that of spider webs you are a queen to my hopeful eyes regal and mighty in your terry cloth robe I'm looking up at layers and folds and get los...
Posted by Brittany on Thu, 10 May 2007 01:53:00 PST

Intervals of Atrophy

Burgandy wine skies dip and overlay naked brush strokes painting raven trees with sinuous branches.   Without thought I pursue something beyond memory another lapse spinning whorls off ...
Posted by Brittany on Fri, 04 May 2007 10:22:00 PST

In between

  Blood peaks in shapes of kissesand arches speak coy and calmstone and all words flutter and fallagainst all wishes.Between fuzzy exagerations I see your lipsopen veins writhe and twisting again...
Posted by Brittany on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 09:21:00 PST