I’ve been feeling somewhat rather like shite on and off and things suck no less than usual, for the most part, but I am in fact still breathing for those of you who may have expressed concern. Love and lollipops from the Corbidful One who does not die no matter what they do to her.
Forward to the Blog: Silver Sea Fall Calendar
From: “Lady Elizabeth Amalthia Sterling”
Date: 2004/10/15 Fri PM 02:00:03 EDT
To: SilverSeaSiren@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [SilverSeaSiren] Silver Sea Happenings!!!
The happening’s at the store that we have scheduled are as
follows :
Oct.16th- Club Crawl (street wide event)
Silver Sea features Live Music, Tarot Readings and Lollipops. Open till 1am
No Cover- wristband or no- there is no cost for this venue.
Oct. 30- Nightmare on Congress (street wide event)
Open late with Trick or Treating and specials and guest
performance artists.
No Cover.
Nov. 20- Gallery Silver Sea (in store event)
Gallery opening featuring promising *new* local artists.
Opening at 8pm. Work will be displayed from Nov. 20 thru
Dec. 20th. Gallery coordinator Suzzie Trouble.
No cover.
Nov. 27th- Open performance circle 8-10 pm
All performance mediums welcome! Low-key and non-sress way
to get some performance in or try it out for the first
time. All skill levels and styles welcome. We take turns
and go round the room, usually we keep it within 5 min or so
then switch to another person. Recording services will be
available from “The Basement Studios” (for a fee) if you
wish. The event has no cover charge itself 🙂 Yay 🙂
WWKCD?
I am posing a new challenge to the readers of this blog in the tradition of “What would Jesus do?”
I want you to think deeply about the following in any given difficult situation: What Would Kurt Cobain Do?
Meditate on this and act accordingly, within reason, of course.
Thank you and goodnight.
The Corbidful One.
Lyrics Of The Day:
(The Cure,off Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me…)
“How Beautiful You Are”
You want to know why I hate you?
Well I’ll try and explain…
You remember that day in paris
When we wandered through the rain
And promised to each other
That we’d always think the same
And dreamed that dream
To be two souls as one
And stopped just as the sun set
And waited for the night
Outside a glittering building
Of glittering glass and burning light…
And in the road before us
Stood a weary greyish man
Who held a child upon his back
A small boy by the hand
The three of them were dressed in rags
And thinner than the air
And all six eyes stared fixedly on you
The father’s eyes said ’beautiful!
How beautiful you are!’
The boy’s eyes said
’how beautiful!
She shimmers like a star!’
The childs eyes uttered nothing
But a mute and utter joy
And filled my heart with shame for us
At the way we are
I turned to look at you
To read my thoughts upon your face
And gazed so deep into your eyes
So beautiful and strange
Until you spoke
And showed me understanding is a dream
’i hate these people staring
Make them go away from me!’
The fathers eyes said ’beautiful!
How beautiful you are!’
The boys eyes said
’how beautiful! she glitters like a star!’
The child’s eyes uttered joy
And stilled my heart with sadness
For the way we are
And this is why I hate you
And how I understand
That no-one ever knows or loves another
Or loves another
Oscar Wilde Quote Of the Day
The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates.
Tom Waits Quote Of The Day
“There was nothing wrong with her that $100 wouldn’t fix.”
Only in my case it’s more like $2,000 and an emergency Zoloft prescription.
PS: To Tina’s brother and his girlfriend – hope you’re safe and well and that you realize things are not as bad as they seem, but also fuck you very much for endangering yourselves and worrying your families to death. Please return home safely and soon. And never doubt that you are loved, because you obviously very much are.
Not an exaggeration:I’m completely fucked right now…
… my goose is cooked – the fat lady has sung – the devil wants his due, etc. My life has persisted in becoming a nightmare of Jobian proportions and now on top of the job layoff followed by loss of income, followed by loss of transportation and a job offer way too far away to take the bus to, followed by fumigation and possible threat to my ability to maintain custody of my children,followed by the unexpectedly and seriously delayed paycheck that forced me to borrow $700 from my ex to pay rent and the electric bill, it now appears I am going to be evicted. There was a slim chance I could have worked out a solution, but then my ex put a stop payment on the rent check since I was “going to be evicted anyway, so why waste $500?” So now I have a health and safety dispute over the fumigation issue, plus I’m in arrears. I am so fucked. I don’t know where I’ll be sleeping this weekend, much less when I get to keep the girls next. I was already two weeks behind schedule for getting “my week” of custody due to the above mentioned issues and it was making me nuts. If I lose my girls I will die. Fuck. I am so screwed. Anyone who knows me well enough to have my phone number should probably call me asap. I’m not sure how or if you can help, but I need all the help I can get right now. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Don’t ever say “it can’t get worse.” It can always get worse. And it probably always will.
Fin.
Corbid.
Word Of The Day: Schadenfreude
(noun)
[SHAWD?n?froi’?dah]
1. delight in another person’s misfortune: “Hal felt an eerie mixture of empathy and schadenfreude whenever he listened to his friends discuss their problems.”
Be fruitful and mutliply
Oh, those wacky Germans and their pornographic candy…
The fine people at Haribo have intorduced a line of apparently rather frisky fruit candy.The complaints they received from a Catholic college were apparently a hoax but their
website remains one of the more hallucinogenic things I have ever seen on the internet, ranking up there with that one truly puzzling anime Kikkoman ad I featured in this blog long ago but am too lazy to dig up a link for.
Another Day, And More Undead To Slay…
Seven Line Poem
Endymion’s a restless dreamer
Stormtossed coffin bound in raging moonlight
Cold skin, warm lips,heart full of nails
Your Sleeping Beauty’s a boy tonight
That Siren sweet singing will never raise the dead
But the song is a prayer and his breathing is steady
And the night smells like Hyacinth and miracles…
(detritus)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)