Thursday, June 21, 2012

it was the longest night last night. that means that
today is one of hope. i sat at my kitchen table and watched this: 


and the entire day was joy, for obvious reasons. i had no choice  but to go to the west coast after work to watch the sun fall into the sea again. random boys cautioned me from climbing the fence as the cliff was clayish and slippery and the whipping wind was dauntingly cold. i leered at them and disappeared down the bank. after half an hour on the clifftop alone taking photos i was numb and hoping they didn't realize how conveniently they could have covered up raping me by pushing me off the cliff. their story of 'we told her not to climb the fence' would have stood up to lie-detectors and torture. 


i returned and we had a nice conversation actually, while cloud after cloud of birds were making their evening migration out to the island. 


one of them was british and i said people trust people with british accents.












the south island of new zealand, as seen from porirua, in the north island















Monday, June 11, 2012

By Popular Demand MORE TENETS OF HEALTHY MENTAL HEALTH

Fire, or at least, candles.

Biscuits, for dunking.

Travel eg, walking to the dairy

Astrology or Jesus, so that you have something that doesn't actually mind you blaming all the crap on it.

Entropy and mess, so that you can clean it up and feel like God.

Vaguely criminal behaviour, like breaking into hoodlums yards and planting flowers in the full moon, (because hoodlum gardens are always dark and you can't see except for astronomy)

Creatures, Especially ridiculous ones. My friend Jasmin has a chihuahua-maltese cross. Jasmin says "she is tiny and pathetic and I love her." This is true. The doglet loves me, also.
I have a dead spider in a jar, because I am science. I also have a portrait of Chopin that talks to me. Chopin had a lover who called him 'my beloved little corpse' as a term of endearment.

Melancholy music, for when you are manic, or hypomanic. Nine Inch Nails made some once they were famous and could do whatever the fuck they wanted without having to make money.