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Our Lady of Lost Causes: Wasting in ennui, what have we...
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009. Wasting in ennui, what have we. This afternoon happens to have an aforementioned ill condition, plagued and brooding, suffering the very melancholy of Robert Burton's forgotten treatise. It's hard to believe in anything it shows you. These rent skies, does it give you anything to believe in? Ah, I ramble. June 23, 2009 at 8:57 AM. I like the picture of the cat at the sidebar. June 23, 2009 at 10:00 PM. Did you mean the rabbit? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bites when happy&#...
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Bloodlines: August 2009
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Thursday, August 6, 2009. My Mother's Family Tree. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My Mother's Family Tree. This is my mother's clan. The illustration, from my great grandfather up to my generation, was originally a plate for my advanced illustration class this year. I have the original thirty individual illustrations of me and my kinsfolk as well as the tree done in pen and ink. I scanned it and the bunny had a collaboration with me by placing and arranging them to the present order. My Mothers Family Tree.
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Our Lady of Lost Causes: Constellations
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Saturday, June 20, 2009. Stars are falling down tonight. But i told you i can't see. Which one is you, which one is me. Pointing, wishing, trying. To figure out the outline of things,. You're looking for lights in the night. But i'm lost in the lifetimes between. There's a girl who lost her mother. And a bear who got no further. Than the ends of both earth and sea;. Sitting on a black hole, i never can see. Tomorrow there will be. Another sky above me. Orion's just another hunter. June 21, 2009 at 9:48 AM.
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Our Lady of Lost Causes: At the stars
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Saturday, June 27, 2009. There are times when the Knight and I would patter around the school after our classes, then decide to lie down in the middle of a grassy somewhere implicitly not so allowed, where the sky was unobscured and seem just within your reach. We would look at it and think about it, our thoughts spanning the length of truth and the fantastic. It is for his sake, that he reminds me of it, that I will retell the story. The Herder's words broke her madness, and the Silver Maiden forgot the...
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Our Lady of Lost Causes: June 2009
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Monday, June 29, 2009. Matters of Indelicate Substance. Ah, and these ponderous people wonder why I lack blood. Malady, thy name is Anaemia. Oh wait. I think I am that. Saturday, June 27, 2009. It is for his sake, that he reminds me of it, that I will retell the story. It so came that the Golden Maid had grown so fond of her own toy that she decided to abandon the further dwelling to reside in the newer land. One of them had, by chance, took his course far too near the Silver Maiden. The Herder's words b...
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Our Lady of Lost Causes: February 2009
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Sunday, February 1, 2009. An old child has a long memory. To be honest, one has an unhealthy obsession with memory. Faulty memory. It seems natural, even essential, for men to forget things. It is, in a way, a coping mechanism for having too many things that trudge and wallow about in the mush within our skulls. Forgetting is essential to survival, opiates for living. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Foreword to the Forewarned. The spiteful behaviour of inanimate objects. Particulars of a Non-Particular.
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Our Lady of Lost Causes: Relics of Afternoons Past
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Friday, June 19, 2009. Relics of Afternoons Past. I remember crying in a way that seemed more like screaming, because the sadness wasn't much like itself but more like fear. I would be screaming for an hour or so before my nanny would come and snap at my pointless crying. Whoever cries during the rain, anyhow? Rain was simply water falling, she said. If only rain was just that. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Foreword to the Forewarned. The spiteful behaviour of inanimate objects. Bites when happy&...
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Bloodlines: My Mother's Family Tree
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Thursday, August 6, 2009. My Mother's Family Tree. September 2, 2009 at 1:31 PM. This is really wonderful! Something for all your family to treasure (and add to! Im so impressed - its fascinating to look closely at. Did you find photos or pictures of everyone? November 22, 2009 at 10:12 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My Mother's Family Tree. You can click the picture for larger view. My Mothers Family Tree. View my complete profile.
