Glass Houses
Find their own
Way to break.
And we -
Find a way
To justify why
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
April 28 2014
Writing Attempt: Free Writing
There was something else Liv had in mind to say but with the noise and the eyes, the feet shifting, the reflection of his sequined jacket lifting magenta up up up and the liquid falling down her throat fill fill filling her empty stomach in until her insides would slush side to side - she the vessel that holds the ocean - and what now? Liv choked quietly on her thought until it finally passed and it's remnants drowned themselves in her internal sea.
"Were you going to say something?" The sequined man said.
"No, I'm fine."
There was something else Liv had in mind to say but with the noise and the eyes, the feet shifting, the reflection of his sequined jacket lifting magenta up up up and the liquid falling down her throat fill fill filling her empty stomach in until her insides would slush side to side - she the vessel that holds the ocean - and what now? Liv choked quietly on her thought until it finally passed and it's remnants drowned themselves in her internal sea.
"Were you going to say something?" The sequined man said.
"No, I'm fine."
Friday, April 25, 2014
April 25 2014
Trailblazers lost.
I went to an art store this morning looking for the perfect materials for my booklet. Unfortunately I was not able to get the right paper.
My plan for tomorrow is to get to the store that will have what I need and then print out the "guts" before I screen print the cover.
After I am done with the first copy that will secure my certification, I am absolutely going to take a poll to see how many of you are interested in buying it for a measly 10 bucks.
So exited.!
HONESTLY I AM
Classy Biped
Thursday, April 24, 2014
April 24 2014
What I have been up to:
I've got the guts of my publishing project DONE. On to the cover Nd the inserts. Gotta buy the paper and decide on colors and then make.a couple mock ups before I commit, but you guys-
IT'S FUCKING HAPPENING.
And once I get my initial book in to qualify for my.certificate, I will be making more and will most definitely be shilling them out for anyone who is interested.
Eeeek.
Classy Biped
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
April 22 2014
Writing Attempt: Final Draft
I worked on my edits today after getting some wonderful last minute help from my friend Sarah. It took me much longer than I thought for a few reasons. The biggest one being an anxiety attack over what it is I'm attempting to accomplish. But once I took a nap and calmed myself down, the editing process focused me well. Here's a tiny taste.
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Tomorrow I MUST TRY to get the pages formatted for sensible printing...pray I don't have a heart attack.
-Classy Biped
I worked on my edits today after getting some wonderful last minute help from my friend Sarah. It took me much longer than I thought for a few reasons. The biggest one being an anxiety attack over what it is I'm attempting to accomplish. But once I took a nap and calmed myself down, the editing process focused me well. Here's a tiny taste.
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“I don’t want you to do this again.” Dahlia said.
“That’s what I am paying you to say.” Said Chelsea.
“Yeah. It is. But I usually don’t mean it.” Dahlia flipped
the vomit smattered strand of hair away from Chelsea’s face. “I don’t want to
take the money. I rather you be safe. I rather you stay alive.” She brushed the
skin under Chelsea’s wet eyes with her ring finger then placed it in her own
mouth and sucked on it. “Let me take your sadness.”
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Tomorrow I MUST TRY to get the pages formatted for sensible printing...pray I don't have a heart attack.
-Classy Biped
Monday, April 21, 2014
April 21 2014
Writing Attempt: Poetry
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Hard day. Tomorrow is my big personal work day where I try to get my writing into InDesign. Wishing myself luck and focus. (ha - we'll see)
love
CB
Today my chest is comprised of the mud that fills the Swamp
of Sadness.
Its weight pulling me
down down, fusing my above as one with my below.
Then I am asked to walk.
I absorb my darkest clothes,
(Taking on the Gothic persona that reflects my state)
Imagine my lips painted a shade of mourning,
And flop out into the world around me,
Each movement forward a blobulous smash against the earth.
I am slow
I am sad
I am slipping into a space that I fear I may not escape
from.
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Hard day. Tomorrow is my big personal work day where I try to get my writing into InDesign. Wishing myself luck and focus. (ha - we'll see)
love
CB
Saturday, April 19, 2014
April 19 2014
I have been working so much. I wish my bank account reflected as such. But I hate cooking dinner, and require after work beers, so I am therefore terribly unable to keep myself in an above "just getting by" financial status.
In the writing world: I am considering materials for my required project and will be taking Tuesday to acquire the right pieces of paper.
D.I.Y. is fucking difficult because it is D.I.Y.
here's a bit of something:
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All the other people traveling with you have the same expression. Sentient mannequins. This increases your anxiety. You check your watch for the third time. The numbers are gone. Replaced by the floating shapes that drive themselves into your eyes.
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Classy Biped
In the writing world: I am considering materials for my required project and will be taking Tuesday to acquire the right pieces of paper.
D.I.Y. is fucking difficult because it is D.I.Y.
here's a bit of something:
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All the other people traveling with you have the same expression. Sentient mannequins. This increases your anxiety. You check your watch for the third time. The numbers are gone. Replaced by the floating shapes that drive themselves into your eyes.
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Classy Biped
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