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Sketched this while downing a Guinness and a coupla tasty meat pastries. Man, they’re yummy, but too dang tiny to eat just one-at least for a hungry girl like moi.

Hear that, Pies n Pints?

“Please Please Please”

Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they’re petty
They’ve been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I’m so tired of crying
You’d think I was a siren
But me and everybody’s on the sad same team
And you can hear our sad brain screaming

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady
Steady going nowhere

Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It’s a mess but it’s working
And maybe if you tried it out
You won’t like it when you’re crying out

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere

Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they’re petty
They’ve been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I’m so tired of crying
You’d think I was a siren
But me and everybody’s on the sad same team and
You can hear our sad brain screaming

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady, steady, steady
Steady going nowhere

Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It’s a mess but it’s working
And maybe if you want to try it out
You won’t like it when you’re crying out

Give me something familiar
Somethin’ similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere

Fiona Apple

I just got back from the Newlife spa in Lynnwood.

My friend Cara had to use up some gift certificates and I was the lucky girl who got to go with her. It was soooooo luxurious and awesome! ‘Cept for the part where we mixed up spas(who knew there was TWO korean spas in Lynnwood?)… Sitting around for nearly an hour at Olympus while she awaited me at Newlife was kinda lame, but the rest of the day totally blissed me out, so who cares?

We soaked, we saunaed(holymotherofgod the Jade sauna was HOT!), we lolled about in heated rooms where the walls gleamed with massive crystals, salt, jade, or were placqued with yellow clay(apparently this is good for acne and other ailments)… We scrubbed each other with salt, massaged each other and ate a delicious meal in the in spa restaurant.

It was wonderful.

I think I melted. I feel like jelly from my brain to my knees… Warm, mushy, delicious girl jelly.

Oh, and I nearly forgot the men-Newlife is for men too! So all you mens who keep complaining about the lack of hothouses for men(or at least of non-meat market hothouses), shaddup and get thee to Newlife!

It rocks. It’s rocks rock.

I’d better take my brain to bed before it wobbles right outta my head.

G’nite.

Lately, I get the feeling I would be infinately more exciting to my kid if my head folded into my chest and my arms dislocated, gyrated and telescoped backwards into my ass-motor, revealing a gleaming array of torpedo bristling cannons, wheels, wings or mini-cons… But, as I’m just an ordinary momma, I had to resort to bringing the spirit of Christmas alive with the joy of big, glitzy, plastic toys.

Christmas eve he opened his first gift… Megatron! Sam thought he’d gotten the coolest transformer ever… Robot, to car, to jet!

But, then today(yes, we are a little off the usual schedule-so what else is new?) he opened aunt Lyca’s big blue bag:

Ohmyholygod! It’s Unicron! The robot who transforms(eventually-if you snarl, pray and cuss enough), not into a mere car, truck or jet, but…

Into a PLANET!

Watch out kiddies-it’s rated:
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THIS???

In the beginning there was blackness, void… interspersed with nothing, but these scattered moments of nothing wanted, for they realised, suddenly, horrendously, the disturbing lack of… something, anything, everything.

Nothing coalesced, naked in the void.

Nothing writhed, squirmed, whimpered, begged to be heard, touched, loved…

Nothing arced and whined and moaned but, coincidentally perhaps, nothing happened.

Nothing screamed with rage and impotence and flung itself against the void.

Still nothing.

Nothing sulked.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Finally Nothing gave up, melted into the void and-oh GOD!-found himself wrapped in herness…

Void, shocked into being, kissed Nothing, just for the hell of it and she liked the soft budding of their lips, so she kissed him again and again and…

He fit against her like, well truly like nothing ever had before. She shuddered into him, unbearable, ecstatic intimacy leaping between their layers, superficial, yet so deep she could hear thunder come into being as they found themselves possessed of tongues, teeth, hands, fingers, playful fleshy squishy parts…

Lightning crashed them apart the moment their hearts began to beat-they saw each other for the first time, shocking fleshtones, sky-dark hair and so many entrancing curvacious bits. Scared, intrigued enough to reach newly thewed arms through the darkness to encompass warm folds, succulent, luscious…

The planets popped into existence one by one, but he had just invented a most delightful appendage and as she reciprocated with the most eager, tender, juicy, inviting apperture imaginable, the cataclysmic birthing of stars, suns, even galaxies went remarkably unnoticed amidst their mounting enthusiasm.

He filled her suddenly, bliss made whole-fully, extravagantly, human. She enveloped him, innocent, wild and full of mischievious, exhuberant, carnal joy!

He rode her, as the universe exploded into being and she matched him surge for marvelous, pounding surge.

At last, as the planets cooled, he lay back, limp and sated for the first time.

She looked fondly upon the multi-splendored cosmos and her spent lover and saw that it was good.

At least, for the first time.

Suzanne and I embodying the theme:

Fire and Ice.

It was a wild party. People were blitzed, hugged, flogged and massaged. Rather a blur when I think back on it, but I generally remember having fun.

See more pics of all us spectacular peeps!

Well, not really a shortcut, per se. My friend Kristen threw a wild mushroom party saturday night. No, not THAT kind of mushroom, silly, the kind you saute, or cassarole or curry…

Mmmm… Anyway, I had several Tarot altars to set up beforehand for the upcoming Solstice Festival, so I loaded up my sculptures, cloths, candles, solstice chair and other sacred paraphernalia and headed down to the nebulous(to me, anyway) southern reaches of Seattle.

I managed to find the warehouse they’re fancying up for the fest and after wandering aimlessly about amidst the bustling pagans(busy stapling greenery to posts and painting floor mandalas) for a while. I was eventually directed to a woman who purportedly knew where the Tarot section was… She didn’t, but happily, her assistant turned out to be none other than my friend Maris! I spent a few minutes chatting with him. Finally someone wandered by and told me that the Tarot people were convening outside ‘that door’(he vaguely gestured to the other side of the warehouse)…

Lo and behold, there they were, all huddled in the cold Seattle sunshine on a dirty little deck. I introduced myself as well as I could amongst the disconcerting hubbub of disorganized organizing…

The story goes on and on, but I’ll cut to the chase-I got my altars all spiffy and hopped back into Dakini to find my way to the mushroom fest.

I wasn’t feeling freewayish, so I thought, I could just be all clever or something and head up Airport Way to meander up the backside of Capitol hill… Uh huh.

So, lost, I turned up an auspicious alleyway, and found myself in the Goodwill loading zone. In a benevolent blast of serendipity, the buddhas of the three times and ten direction took pity on me and granted me a UFO(Unexpected Friendly Orientation)-in the blessed form of Nate!

Yay, he just happened to be unloading furniture at that particular time and place. Fortified with a hug and directions(may blessings be showered upon you Nato), I was soon on my way.

Aaaaaaah… Kristen’s parties are always so delicious! The ’shrooms were terrific, the ’ssert wine delightful… Her house was even nice and warm with her fantabulous homemade soundproof orange velvet ghetto curtains. All in all, a wonderful evening.

I curled up on the couch and drew our lovely hostess as she listened to her new sweetie serenade her on his guitar:

She’s so purty.

I also fleshed out this sketch:

Food, friends, music, massage, art…

Good times.

gapingvoid tells it like it is.

I’d like to see what he’d make of MY life.

Hmmm… Maybe he’s been there already.

I designed this card earlier this year, but for some reason they thought it would be better for december. I can’t imagine why!

If you’re in Seattle, you should go for a frosty stroll around the U dist. on friday and see some pretty art. You might even see some of mine!