June 2011
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Confession #9
I have casting in an hour but no energy to paint my face on and fake being pretty.
Dream #4
I dreamt the earth was uncovering all its mouths. (As if it was tired. The revelation felt almost like a warning.) They were round and lined with rows of sharp teeth. Caterpillar mouths. Hellboy’s Conqueror Worm. I found one by the seaside. The sand was soft under my feet. I lit a candle and climbed inside.
In the mornings, when I wake up, I can not speak.
May 2011
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Confession #8
A blank page.
the monsters that you meet
Dream #3
I dreamt there were pandas and polar bears in the middle of the road and I was trying to save them. The cars were coming, metallic, glittering and dangerous. It reminded me of a poem I read by this girl. It was the end of the world and I waited for the waters to come swallow us all.
In the mornings, when I wake up, I can not speak.
There’s a tiny couple living in my perfume bottle.
Comes in such a pretty box, too.
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Dream #2
I dreamt I was dressing up as someone different. I put on a white space suit, purple hair, as if it would turn me into someone else. But it’s too late, someone told me, you’re always too late for everything. I run my fingers over my legs, bare of anything other than my own pair of runny fishnets, a pair I own in this wakeful life too.
In the mornings, when I wake up, I can not speak.
flapjacksblog2 asked: Hey there! I am Flapjack from The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. Have you ever watched my show?
April 2011
3 posts
Why is the heart at its most heavy when it feels...
Confession #7
Postpartum depression, I suppose.
March 2011
3 posts
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I did disappear for a bit. I’ve a reason, I assure you.
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Anonymous asked: Your works are great. What if I want to print one of your drawings on a shirt, is it okay or... Thanks.
Aw, Jason, that moment I was thisclose to crying. ):
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I hope you all forgive me for being sad for a little while. This feels just like breaking up with the love of your life.
February 2011
5 posts
I make a map of our world from your words but my memory isn’t good and you keep changing the terrain.
I am so lost. Please don’t leave me behind.
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Today, yesterday, the day before
Good morning, starshine. The bed is now empty. Escape is temporary.
January 2011
5 posts
paperairplanes123 asked: hello nikita, this one's for you http://krissebastian.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/nikita/.. never mind my poor writing skills, i just adore you so much.
porcupineckties asked: Hi Nikita. Is there any chance you could visit the city of fine pine? Lovely things await you :)
(For Ninong Fred, who cuts our hair.)
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Confession #6
Getting on a plane come daylight.
Mornings and airports, they make me lonely.
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I was away for a while.
December 2010
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Director
Stylist
Make-up Artist
This is how I get to cross be fairy queen off my bucket list.
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I want to write about the violence of writing...
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One afternoon, in our bedroom
i found him talking to an ant.
“What are you doing here, sir?” He paused as if giving it some thought. “You may stay in the kitchen, but our clothes are off-limits.” and a small decided nod.
Anonymous asked: that poster you just made.. the deer artwork is by the artist Charmaine Olivia. Did you know that?
November 2010
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Day eight:
Tonight I want to write a song/album/story/book/life and call it A Study on Distance.
Watchpresidents:
So, everyone’s been updating and Tweeting and talking about that unbelievable Sugarfree performance during October 30th’s Meiday. I wasn’t there, so I didn’t get to see it, which bummed me out a little, but I remembered that I had this from when they played at school last March.
It’s not the best video, and at some point during the song, you can hear my horrible voice, but it’s a...
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WatchIt’s the fifth of November, I know. Realized after all the Vendetta references online.
Wrapping up here. Of course I can’t post any of the bits with the song in it. But it sounds really good it’s making me wish I could.
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I was sick before I lost my voice. My bones hurt, I would tell E, my bones are cold.
At Meiday, I dressed as a doll. Some people found it eerie. I would touch my throat and shake my head. You’re not doing this on purpose are you? Maybe sometimes a bit of nervous laughter.
Diana and I sat on the curb at the other end. I look for something to write on, and D, she tells me this story...
October 2010
5 posts
stolen
Stolen shot at the NU rock awards last year.
It was shot by this guy, Matthew Wong, whom I don’t really know. (I stole it off the interwebs)
Hi Matthew Wong, just in case you chance upon this. Ebe says he likes this photo. I do too.
Washing dishes, bare feet on cold floor, he came up behind me planting a kiss between shoulder blades, a little off-center.
cheeeesie asked: hello! does sir egg fiasco has a tumblr?
September 2010
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Laman loob: erotic poetry night
(also, Diana’s birthday)
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Right now, I feel
Like that day at the beach, when the resort staff, armed with church hymns, gathered the local children. From where I was sitting on the sand, I heard tiny voices singing I am not worthy of love.
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We seem to like our dinners, don't we?
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I was away.
August 2010
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Aw, thank you Ria. We missed you at the launch.
(Or did you go? There were too many people, really.)
Hi Ina. I was. E got back from… somewhere yesterday morning.
The show is part of RockEd’s Safety Series movement. It is supposed to open at The Collective this wednesday (i mean, tomorrow!) but I can’t tell you much else because I have not been told much, myself.
Hanna, you are such...