w-(wolf)-c-s part 2

the screeching flow...
halting it here
across all of this
with lightning speed
addictions seen
faceless again
melted limbs
salted body
drenched eyes of blue
the devil knows you are here
addicted to it again
thoughts arise (again)
new fears
thick honey sucked out of trees
her dripping wet mouth
linking this again to the sea
missing it over and over (again)
jellyfish eye
her painted red toes
chasing her
away from the water
out of thought
out of mind...
but there are gluey remains of the day
left between us
on your unsettled mind

were-(wolf)-chick-shark part 1

covered in the salty remains of the sea
a smile smeared and lipsticked
her wet mouth speaks in subdued tones
non-cancerous with her brilliant tanning cream
beautiful eyes that cry my name
lashes flutter across my face as i hold her tight
dont let go of her
or else she will escape and go back to the sea

from me she floats away
the water embraces her body...her smile
she transforms
then disappears
her routine shifts over and over
and now again for one last night
forever covered with my fingerprints
she drifts on further
truly transformed by me

opinion leaders

taupe is a war color
this is a test
bring these orange pills
munch them up
now!
this is a war of the mind
eat it up quickly
it is ugly to my new faceless army face

---hurry march
1...2...3...4...

---please march
1...2...3...4...

---you and i need to swallow them up right now

our minds waking up now
like soldiers
seeing clearly
observing
targeting
each other as one
human species

hurry hurry
taupe is the new color now
slather on your protective creams
and darling, spray on your dead floral scents
because you really are blooming with the dead,
and only now do i feel your true meaning of love...

our eyes
lit up and wildly glowing
hurry hurry
lets get this over with...
dont you love this feeling?
taupe is our new favorite color

let us run with the falling stars
over the darkened skys
exploding with movements of experimentation
hats off to you

hurry hurry
march march
before the war is over
for the wars effortless
taupe is everywhere,

hot desert skys full of sand
our pills have worn off
our eyes see differently
replenishing your mind
new literature
new ideas
new pills

new efforts, new color...
you breeze by it all in a fixed daze
hurry hurry
march mach
hopeful for this world
taupe is dead.

my dearest victory

dearest victory
where are you in this war?

the lights have gone out in this city
yet a thousand bombs light the way

complete destruction
but the flowers grow wild here
and an enemy eyes our victory day

you and i are losing hope
this situation is overwhelming our souls

this war,
i see the falling bombs flash before my eyes
just like the stars in the sky
and the flowers continue to flourish
dearest victory where are you?

fundraising war ads

its the war
a great big war
of ourselves
one species
screeching planes
bombs
tireless mines
each of us everywhere
wallowing in turmoil
littering our absent minds with all of this
and gaining something...
mistakes
explosions
victorious headaches
my feelings of today...

not becoming your friend
just an enemy
another soldier in this battle
another brother
trudging uphill
for glory
keep your spirits high
you must carry on if you are to win
power
wealth
success
the constant endures
on this and further days to come...
save your energy for the killing tonight
i am doing it...for your benefit
my friend
my enemy
see you there

traditional beings

look for it again
i rely on your instincts
waiting for the final thought

traditional hope
get out of here now

economic sanctuary
saturated beginnings
nothing and nobody

gigantic gifts
separate from all and everything

come back home
while you can
its crashing the weak and poor

follow the dream...go ahead now!

the drowning girl i once knew...

under a blanket
of seawater
face down
eyes open but blinded
in a pool of sorry tears

darkened wet velvet
floating wild hair
spread out
shimmering quietly alone
the angel
i once knew...

the world buzzes overhead
the hungry sea devouring her mind
a million moonlit nights
relentlessly spent
dreaming this up

the tossed moon rock
thrown into a pool of raging clouds
just like her
drowning
sinking deeper and deeper
the girl i once knew...
has gone to the sea
shimmering and still dreaming

dreaming (again) part 2

it seeps out
protruding into our eyes
blinding us (again)
hushed by a blanket of lust
quietly we sing
together (again)
gouging the delicate mind
the delicate fabric
unraveling blue threads
all is just
simply put back (again)
as always
tailored to your mind
sneaking out at you
and seeping out (again)
hushed by the blanket
singing quietly
together (again)

non-detailed form dreaming (again) part 1

gravity dripping
cold flesh
resting against my smile
warm inside fresh
minds escape
(up in the sky)
can you feel it happening...

wild moods (again)
running
spelling out a familiar name
asking for this
but stopping this (now)
tree frogs jump
past my eyes...
or do they...
gravity
holding you (down)
dreaming (again)

planes fly overhead
(up in the sky)
metal forcing itself against gravity
pushing higher and higher
can you feel it happening...
the gravity
holding you (down)

faces screech
pulling down
good old glory
and fate written out for you
(up in the sky)
can you feel it happening...
we are both still dreaming (again)

NOT PROUD (a smorgasbord of shame)

I had to let all of you know about a new book that's coming out on Feb 1st,
My friends cousin Scott and his best friend Gary have published a book called:

NOT PROUD (a smorgasbord of shame)

It's a collection of anonymous confessions from people around the world.
The response on the website www.notproud.com has been phenomenal.
Great coffee table book that you cannot, I repeat cannot (believe me I know) put down.
So if any of you are interested it will be in all Chapters, Indigo and Urban Outfitters as of February 1st. It would be cool to get lots of support to them it's their first shot at this.

a good thing

So what if I started baking again.
It has been about a year since I made my last batch of cookies. But I am a baker at heart and have never made a sour batch, seriously.
Never.
I made them, the peanut butter cookies, I got the "how-to" off of Martha's site, I made them in her jail-bird honor. I love Martha, she is simply amazing. And yes I even went as far as buying a blonde wig and posed as her holding a (store-bought) apple pie for Halloween.

I wanted to impress David with this kind of sweet suprise as he deserves a treat!
and he also has never had a single one before yesterday as I have been in super-training-mode-for-my-brown-belt for the past year, so that means= no baked goods in the house!

I remember taking my cookies out on the Montreal scene and delivering them to friends' apartments and resting small yogurt containers at their doors, and also hand delivering wrapped tinfoiled cookies with hearts drawn out on them for Valentine's day. This was a fun thing for me, as I am well, the sweetest friend around.

I also then thought that I don't mind being at home, as it is a full-time job looking for work, and also looking after the house, and the cats of course. I then figured that women have spent years trying to get out-of-the-house and it's really not so bad. Maybe because I am happy now; and I wasn't this well off mentally before. I also concluded to my inner Martha, that everyone isn't in love with baking and making all things from scratch like me. Some of my friends hate cooking and couldnt be bothered to eat anything complicated at all.

It is very hard to make dinner for yourself when you live alone. There is the ugly thought of eating alone at the table, or in front of the rancid television. I have had to do this for years on end, I enjoyed it as much as I could. It is a nice peaceful feeling that you have accomplished so much in life and can also prepare a meal all-by-yourself. But, it really is a pleasure to cook for someone and for that person to enjoy my company and not so much as the food on their plate, even though it is always tasty!

peppermintLAB

FINALLY!

www.peppermintLAB.com

Starting again from where I once left off

I Spend time every day keeping up to date with things that I consider important.
Not that you will always care to read, but because I care to explain things in an interesting way.

I must admit, that Pblog is again up-and-running for you.

I now have been wired up for cable tv and around three hundred channels mock me.
-I have gone without cable for 3+ years.
-And without TV for one entire year.

My lack of tv interest is partially due to well, never enjoying it.
I grew up watching cartoons. And then ctv news. And then to the CBC.
I don't care for all-the-hooplah. Yet I work in The Fashion Industry so you think that it would be something of pleasure. And to my delight I have found out about the FT channel on #165.

165.

Who really needs 166 so much? or 287?

David taught me how to use the preview "guide" today as it was actually taking me around 5 minutes to manually FLIP to channel 108.

Call me oldfashioned, no get lost.
If you remember, I did return my 20GB (yes 20)
iPOD as I found it to be: i-NSUFFICIENT.

But media, buy it up. Or choose not to. Choose to live your life.
And never because you or I can't afford it, but because I don't want to promote someone else's life other than my own.
I find that people in general are lazy, it is easier to watch someone on TV than to live one's own life. So I hate Television with its dirty and gloriously rich people.
David and I are looking into some sort of ANTI-COUCH actvivity, but it is hard to escape the draw of "14 years of trash tv" Springer and the new American swank called 24.

So it was quiet without the tv on today, but I peaked during the making of my dinner and saw an interview with the beautiful Nicole Kidman. I noticed how the center of her forehead no longer moves and how she can't give a true laugh because of the frozen botox effect. It was quite weird to see her become so superhuman with money. She also just finished a CHANEL NO.5 ad, and was paid millions just for a couple of minutes.
I wondered about Marilyn Monroe and how she too was the beauty of her time wearing only NO.5 to bed and nothing else, no botox, ok and her breast implants sorry.
Yesterday I watched Dead Celebrity where they tried to find her ghost, they remarkably found a beautiful scent that came into the room and obviously in a ghost hunter sort of way knew it was her. But that tale will be saved for another time.


However, one thing can be said here is that it is amazing to sit at our diningroom table every single night quietly, no matter what is being served.
But the point I believe is to eat at the table and to talk to your loved ones and not to glare into the dim screen that flashes racy images all night at every house.
It is amazing to actually eat with someone you love.
It has been 9 years since I have left home and I have missed this kind of love ever since.
So eat and live well...yes very well.

"Education ends after people get out of school.
Then it’s all cocktail parties and sunny days in the sand and jello shooters.
We live in dangerous times. They’re not for arguing, they’re for doing." -Matt Good

Here at The Cottage

It was a busy holiday spent in Ottawa with David's family.
And then back to Montreal for a tough move!
Dave drove the U-haul truck with me and my crying cats!
They were so mad!
We had them on drugs to keep them calm, but I dont think you can calm SIAMESE cats!
This made them worse I think. They were so sad and messed in the head!
aww poor cats...looked liked they were dying! It killed me to see them this way, but we made it here safely.

It sure is warmer here in Toronto as it is beside the lake, so it was *raining* the whole time we were unloading our moving truck last week!
We are now finally ok in the house!
lots of places to hide and discover for the cats, my black cat Guinness is always white with dirt and his whiskers are covered in spiderwebs and misc dust! he always walks by me so that I can dust him off.
It just snowed here today, so I had to shovel my driveway and sidewalk! it took me about half an hour....I need to stay in shape, the karate school is pretty far and isnt offered as often as my old school, so I think I will have to find other ways to keep in shape too!

I was mad at our driveway for being so BIG today! what a workout!

Pronounced Toronto, not ToraNNa.

Ok, Pbloggers.

I am now reconnected to the internet here in Toronto.
Yes Toronto.

I have made it to the city of...

Ok, of whatever you can imagine, as it ALL (?) happens here.
Yes here.
Ok, or so I am told.

So here is the Pblog's most incomplete list that I just thought of.....

My new home of Toronto, My Home of:
CBC (and PETER MANSBRIDGE!)
All Industry
Business
The Brave?
The AGO
The ROM
The Raptors (eww)
The Leafs (boo)
The CN Tower (nifty)
MuchMusic
Canada's Walk of Fame
Mel Lastman
The Royal York Hotel
CityTV (bleh)
The Canadian Army (who happen make special guest apperances during snowy Winter months)
Canada's best Fashion Designers
Bay Street (and its best Lawyers and also mine named: David.
Prince (he lives on the Bridlepath)
Casa Loma
Medieval Tymes
The Brass Rail
Mike Bullard
Kim Mitchell
Glass Tiger
I Mother Earth
The DVP
Argos
Blue Jays (blow)
Mama Mia (blows bigger)
Rick-the-temp!
Jonathan Torrens
Snake
Degrassi Street
The Cottage (our big fancy cool lil house)
and the worlds best Fashionistas. (period)

This was the Pblog's most incomplete list that I have ever thought of.....
And for those of you that do not happen to know the aforementioned in the above list,
please feel free to pay the two of us a visit here at "The Cottage".