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welcome trick'or'treaters!!
crank your speakers and help yourself to popcorn & soda & caramel apples..
last night i dreamed i was visited by the ghost of halloweens past.. so open up your goodie bags for these tricks & treats!! dark rides.. dark reads.. & one creepy window...
everybody scream!
happy halloween!
from ghost & toxic
p.s. tell us about your costume! oh.. and better let dad check out the apples.. there might be razor blades..?
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pssssst..
i've been talkin' to the lab rats..
they think they're pets...
if you were lucky enough to get one of the first editions of kid A released on cd.. check the back of your jewel case to see if you make out something red hiding in the plastic backing.. it is a secret booklet of radiohead/stanley donwood propaganda.. with the mysterious lyrics to the song..
kid A
i slipped away..
i slipped on a little white lie..
we've got heads on sticks..
you've got ventriloquists..
we've got heads on sticks..
and you've got ventriloquists..
standing in shadows at the end of my bed..
standing in shadows at the end of my bed..
standing in shadows at the end of my bed..
standing in shadows at the end of my bed..
rats & children follow me out of town..
rats & children follow me out of town..
..come on, kids
ghost & toxic
p.s. toxic thinks she's jackson pollock..
(you can play too.. just click 'play')
the devil is at my elbow..
oh my..
i feel like i'm back alive after a kind of death.. the wind whips fierce here at the gorge, leaves are flying wild everywhere, & the nights are so crisp & dark.. even the stars seem brighter.. i love october..
for some reason i've felt such an old weakness.. just listening to 'skip divided' brings back images of huddling over an ice water bong getting wickedly high.. and falling into the sand around a fire in the middle of the night at bolsa chica beach, one of the places i used to gather to drink with friends.. why this rush of vivid memories and associated longing? i have been able to 'just say no' to my viper madness for ages now.. maybe it's because i can't drink anymore?
cannabis sativa.
i was seriously hooked once..
sometimes i smell it & it just about kills me...
why does that sound so gooood again?
i haven't smoked even a cigarette in 15 yrs?
but my son's all grown up now... i'm kinda free?
oh, man.. it's always been my great weakness in life that i am so easily lured & tempted..
(the devil says, hey brenda.. let's get high..
and i am so right there..
saying yeaahhhhhh....)
i'm switching the book excerpt accordingly...
i dunno what's going on with me..
i used to just call it 'the hankering'..
so i just drank some of my hubby's chocolate shake.. i haven't had chocolate for many years.. chocolate or meat or .. just so many things..
it was really good..
my son just said, 'mom, did you just drink chocolate??!'
maybe i have the munchies just from thinking these thoughts??
i guess it'll have to do for now..
(besides, i should probably consider what a paranoid giggling maniac i became toward the end..?)
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just (a poem for a friend)
i was just a ghost scratching my x on your tree..
i was just a black snowflake falling in the night..
i was just a tin target shot full of holes spinning..
a small shadow on the moon..
i was just a silent crash in the mirror..
i was just a bloody fishhook..
lying there inside out..
you were just a stranger walking down my crooked road..
and your sunny smile was just my undoing.
ghost
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migraine is back..
read this on emily's society of strange message board..
from someone in the phillipines:
"i was in a ride heading to my work and i saw a group of men chasing a drowsy cat because of a slash on his neck. though i dont own a cat it made me feel so sad to see it running in the street with all his bloodand catching for his breath. i know those men are after the cat's meat for them to cook and eat while drinking beers...here in our country they mostly do it with dogs...arrgghh cruel and lazy! they will capture a dog, tie them up, slash its neck, burn the fur, cook and eat the meat..it's called "asuzena"..i hate it! .."
i would love to get my claws into these mutherfuckers..
this is no kind of world for me & mine.
xxx
xxx
daily smith/between the bars
drink up, baby, stay up all night
with the things you could do
(you won't but you might)
the potential you'll be
that you'll never see
the promises you'll only make..
drink up with me now
and forget all about
the pressure of days
do what i say
and i'll make you ok
drive them away
the images stuck in your head
the people you've been before
that you don't want around anymore—
that push and shove and won't bend to your will
i’ll keep them still.
drink up, baby, look at the stars
i'll kiss you again
between the bars
where i'm seeing you
there with your hands in the air
waiting to finally be caught..
drink up one more time
and i'll make you mine
keep you apart
deep in my heart
separate from the rest
where i like you the best
and keep the things you forgot
the people you've been before
that you don't want around anymore—
they'll push and shove and won't bend to your will
i'll keep them still...
(so now you see your first mistake
was thinking that you could relate..
for one or two minutes she liked you..
the fix is in...)
in oblivion i have now reached such a mastery of sneak & stealth, combined with magic power & items that i am invisible.. at most i look like watery glass while moving.. but the townspeople still seem to see me enough to comment that i look 'ill'.. it's the porphyric hemophilia (vampyrism). i've decided to follow the ways of the night mother and the dark brotherhood and have so far earned the rank of 'slayer'.. i have lost 2 horses.. i am looking for a good one that won't wander away..
ghost & toxic
p.s. toxic chose the new book excerpt (down & left)..
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rainy day..
i changed the excerpt in the book section.. my, how the time does fly away, doesn't it? once my time machine is up and running i'm going back for a little visit.. but i want to be able to come home again.
in oblivion i found all the parts necessary to get the orrery up and running again at the arcane university.. it's an enormous mechanical contraption that spins around like an astronomical representation of that world and it's moons and planets.. i get special magic powers from visits there now..
today i got itunes reinstalled and my library back up after the recent update mishap.. good thing 'cause i was going through serious smith withdrawls.. hence the new ghostunes fix/mix.. i needed it bad. i tried to pick the happy smith songs... well, as happy as they get? it's ok, they're about as happy as i get, too..
tomorrow tomorrow
everybody knows which way you go
..straight over
no one wants to see you inside of me
..straight over
i heard the hammer at the lock
say 'you're deaf and dumb and done'
give yourself another talk
this time make it sound like someone..
the noise is coming out
and if it's not out now
then tomorrow.. tomorrow..
they took your life apart
and called you failures art
they were wrong though
they won't know 'til tomorrow
i got static in my head
the reflected sound of everything
tried to go to where it led
but it didn't lead to anything..
the noise is coming out
and if it's not out now
i know it's just about
to drown tomorrow out...
amity
amity amity amity amity
amity amity amity caught stars in her arms..
hello hello kitty happy in new york city
amity walkin' like a lucky charm
i'm a neon sign & i stay open all the time
so let's go! go go go!
amity amity
god don't make no jokes
but it's plain to see
that he still made me
he told me so
i'm good to go
i'm ready to go..
'cause you laugh & talk & 'cause
you make my world rock
(i'm so so so-so...)
amity amity amity amity
amity amity amity
good to go...
ghost
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