REDUCTION

Well I think I hate you
Isn’t this fun
You’re gonna shoot
And I darling loaded the gun
I think I’m done
What train did you step off of anyway
I really don’t care
I’m the luckiest girl
Gonna lie with you baby
'Cause there's nowhere else
I can lay

I’m never talking to you again
I’ll go join the marines
And then I will peacefully sail away with some safe magazines
Did you hear what I say
You can’t fall down the stairs two times the same way
And I really don’t care
I’m the luckiest girl
Gonna tell you I love you
More than anything else
I can see

If people were cars I’d be covered with scars
I’ll hold on to my dignity
I bought this old dress to cover the mess
Don’t take it off I don’t want you
I don’t want you to see

Stop singing that song
I’ll stand hard like a tree
Yeah you make me sick
You red razor nick get your hot hands off me
Maybe you’re from the moon
Sensibility tells me that this is too soon
Oh my bones are bare

I’m the luckiest girl
Yeah and I want you baby
More than anything else
More than anything else
More than anything else
In the room
More than anything else
In the room

(Source: Spotify)

DEVOTION

June 1, 1586

You always said, “Dear, let’s live together until our hair turns gray and die on the same day.” How could you pass away without me? Who should I and our little boy listen to and how should we live? How could you go ahead of me?

How did you bring your heart to me and how did I bring my heart to you? Whenever we lay down together you always told me, “Dear, do other people cherish and love each other like we do? Are they really like us?” How could you leave all that behind and go ahead of me?

I just cannot live without you. I just want to go to you. Please take me to where you are. My feelings toward you I cannot forget in this world and my sorrow knows no limit. Where would I put my heart in now and how can I live with the child missing you?

Please look at this letter and tell me in detail in my dreams. Because I want to listen to your saying in detail in my dreams I write this letter and put it in. Look closely and talk to me.

When I give birth to the child in me, who should it call father? Can anyone fathom how I feel? There is no tragedy like this under the sky.

You are just in another place, and not in such a deep grief as I am. There is no limit and end to my sorrows that I write roughly. Please look closely at this letter and come to me in my dreams and show yourself in detail and tell me. I believe I can see you in my dreams. Come to me secretly and show yourself. There is no limit to what I want to say and I stop here.

QUIXOTIC 

Could this be real 

Blackfish

When I was a little girl I was taken to Seaworld in Orlando, Florida where I spent time with one of the trainers there in 2001 whereupon I would visit again and again. The trainer I was introduced to was Dawn Brancheau, the woman killed during a show in 2010 whilst performing with the largest orca Seaworld holds in captivity, Tilikum. At a tender age Dawn helped to further inspire my love for animals and marine life. After what I can only describe now as significant corporative grooming, it became my dream to one day myself be a killer whale trainer when I grew up after witnessing the work first hand. My love for animals has always run deep. I feel in fact that I am more sensitive toward the issues of the animal kingdom than I am of our own. Animals don’t lie to us, and they cannot speak for their selves to let you know how they might be feeling. It is only the actions they display that can give us insight into what it is they need. As a human race, we have not done nearly enough for animals to repay them for all the things they have contributed toward maintaining this beautiful planet we have lived on for centuries. There is no real reason for any of us to bear grudge or harbour any ill will toward any creature on the earth, however, we have and continue to commit a bounty of mindless offences against them through our selfish need for mass consumption and brutish personal afflictions. All we do is take. Animals maintain with sentience. There is so much to learn from these separate entities of land and sea and sky. Blackfish was made to highlight the story of Seaworld’s killer whales, taken from their habitat and reared in a state of psychological indignation, all for our entertainment. The documentary features a disquieting insight into the lies and dismissiveness against the welfare of these creatures and of those who are hired to work with them. These parks have created a facade of engaging insight and education at a great personal expense to others with our funding for over five decades. The greed of corporation has continued to thrive on the  exploitation of our sensitivity and curiosity. Please watch this film and help to endorse this very important discovery. We need to start finding different ways of communicating with the rest of the world in a language of sensitivity and respect that can be globally absorbed, that goes for the wildlife too. 

http://blackfishmovie.com/about

CONTEMPLATIVE

THEY ARE NOT YOU

CANDOR

BLUSTERY

"Wendy: “I might never have seen you.” | Peter Pan: “Why?” | Wendy: “Because I have to grow up tomorrow.”"

I don’t want to leave it all behind 

NOVEMBER 2ND 2012 

Do you remember you left me in bed waiting for you? I stayed up after you, and I was so alone and anxious on my own. You said you were coming back soon. 

You said you’d come back soon. 

When will you be back?