you brought this, chelsea,
now you walk in it.
3.15.2009
3.14.2009
3.13.2009
3.12.2009
dear printer,
it's me, chelsea.
i have a big favor to ask you.
i know you're really grumpy, but so am i and it's final project time, which means i have so much to do, like cobble together a ten page annotated bibliography and design the launch poster and write a paper about carr and o'keeffe and theosophy and make up a meditation about alternate realities in bosch's garden of earthly delights and
i would really appreciate it if you would just work. i don't know why this keeps happening, but if i've done something to upset you, i really hope you'll just tell me what it is so we can put our differences aside and cooperate, at least for the time being.
love always.
it's me, chelsea.
i have a big favor to ask you.
i know you're really grumpy, but so am i and it's final project time, which means i have so much to do, like cobble together a ten page annotated bibliography and design the launch poster and write a paper about carr and o'keeffe and theosophy and make up a meditation about alternate realities in bosch's garden of earthly delights and
i would really appreciate it if you would just work. i don't know why this keeps happening, but if i've done something to upset you, i really hope you'll just tell me what it is so we can put our differences aside and cooperate, at least for the time being.
love always.
3.08.2009
last night my dreams were full of women, but not necessarily in a good way.
i woke up groggy and thankful it was only nine thirty until i realized it's daylight savings.
blessing and curse. i'll be glad at 19.00, when it's still light out.
i have to do work today, but the long and the short of it is
i don't want to.
i woke up groggy and thankful it was only nine thirty until i realized it's daylight savings.
blessing and curse. i'll be glad at 19.00, when it's still light out.
i have to do work today, but the long and the short of it is
i don't want to.
3.06.2009
dear universe,
last night in a dream
a black cat catted up to me. i took a white candlestick
and put it in the cat's mouth. i lit the candle and the cat
held it between its teeth, and when the wick burned all the way
down, the cat swallowed the flame and its eyes burned out from the inside.
and the cat just sat there staring at me through the holes where its eyes had been,
candle wax pussing out of them.
what does this mean? was the cat me?
should i be scared? i feel scared.
love,
chelsea
last night in a dream
a black cat catted up to me. i took a white candlestick
and put it in the cat's mouth. i lit the candle and the cat
held it between its teeth, and when the wick burned all the way
down, the cat swallowed the flame and its eyes burned out from the inside.
and the cat just sat there staring at me through the holes where its eyes had been,
candle wax pussing out of them.
what does this mean? was the cat me?
should i be scared? i feel scared.
love,
chelsea
3.03.2009
you know when you have something to do and you really don't want to do it so you don't do it and don't do it and don't do it until finally there is no time left to not do it, so you just do it, begrudgingly, but it winds up going so much better than you expected?
that happened to me today. and just as i did it, the sun came out for realz.
thanx, universe.
love,
chelsea.
that happened to me today. and just as i did it, the sun came out for realz.
thanx, universe.
love,
chelsea.
3.02.2009
2.28.2009
dear margaret atwood,
last night, in a dream, you took me to the dallas road beach and showed me
icebergs. they were beautiful. all cerulean under the water, which had risen
to the top of the sea wall, which was frozen also. you sat on a bench with your feet
in a blue tide pool and patted the space beside you and i looked at my own feet
and they were already wet.
ready or not
spirit guide?
love,
chelsea
last night, in a dream, you took me to the dallas road beach and showed me
icebergs. they were beautiful. all cerulean under the water, which had risen
to the top of the sea wall, which was frozen also. you sat on a bench with your feet
in a blue tide pool and patted the space beside you and i looked at my own feet
and they were already wet.
ready or not
spirit guide?
love,
chelsea
2.27.2009
i'm having some pretty funny thoughts right now
about computers
about mirrors.
i feel kind of funny today but i can't
put my finger on why.
this seems to be happening to a lot of people.
my left shoulder burns and burns.
the moon blooms and blooms.
and somewhere, around another body,
the earth blooms too.
it's only life after all
yeah
i am supposed to be writing b h film journals.
instead, i am fondling a big slab of white
light and listening to the indigo girls
win some
lose some?
about computers
about mirrors.
i feel kind of funny today but i can't
put my finger on why.
this seems to be happening to a lot of people.
my left shoulder burns and burns.
the moon blooms and blooms.
and somewhere, around another body,
the earth blooms too.
it's only life after all
yeah
i am supposed to be writing b h film journals.
instead, i am fondling a big slab of white
light and listening to the indigo girls
win some
lose some?
2.26.2009
FINALLY I HAVE FOUND A MIRROR.
i can watch my hands typing, which fascinates me and creeps me out at the same time.
they move as if separate from my body, like spiders, or thing, from the adams family.
i have a feeling it's going to worsen my spelling, this watching myself.
it has a gold filigree frame and one side has a different pattern than the other three sides, or maybe all four sides are different, it's hard for me to tell in this light, and that might be why it was only five dollars, or that might have been because it was at a consignment shop and that might have been why it was at a consignment shop, but in any case
how wonderful it will be for portraits, for automatic writing.
it looks quite striking with all the other gold filigree things i have round here.
i can watch my hands typing, which fascinates me and creeps me out at the same time.
they move as if separate from my body, like spiders, or thing, from the adams family.
i have a feeling it's going to worsen my spelling, this watching myself.
it has a gold filigree frame and one side has a different pattern than the other three sides, or maybe all four sides are different, it's hard for me to tell in this light, and that might be why it was only five dollars, or that might have been because it was at a consignment shop and that might have been why it was at a consignment shop, but in any case
how wonderful it will be for portraits, for automatic writing.
it looks quite striking with all the other gold filigree things i have round here.
