catching wind

running across the lake (i have that much talent, i dont even need to swim), there is a funny grin waiting for me across. this grin happens to belong to someone that im rather fond of. he is wise with his words and so am i, but as of lately, i havent been reading much and some vocabulary words have flown out of my brain.

and so A conversation begins and i have all the right words in my mouth but theyre so jumbled because i didnt bother to organize them before or even figure out if thats really what i wanted to say. i didnt study and i didnt rehearse. charm doesnt always come naturally although it should for the most part. sometimes when you give up on the world and people, you become rusty which i have.

the words were supposed to flow but they became skewed and began to spew much like a scratched cd (remember the 90s?). you can tell my intentions are good and that i have some kind of intelligence but my style is all wrong. i wore the wrong outfit today on my tongue. plaid tongue on top of polka dot teeth.i done fuckt up. im sorry.

for inspiration purposes only

im gonna give y'all an image to keep in your mind for the rest of the day after you read this. give ya something to think about


6 clowns in a row, all spread eagle, with their feet all touching one another, as they hold hands and sing.

think about it. whatever song you want. its a pretty good image i think

your stories dont look like theyre going anywhere

this one is called "UNDERSEA ADVENTURE" its about a very eventful submarine-luxury-cruise adventure thingy

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lady butters her bagel as her miniature clown mathematician signs the deeds of her house over to one of the waitors aboard the ship
a cloud of mist arises from her boiling hot champagne, and suddenly explosive diareeha is heard all across the land.

over in one of the bathroom stalls, one of the crew members is suffering. he forgot his lactose pills and just finished eating a pint of Vanilla bean. could he have been responsible for the noise?

and then, a catastrophe! the planesman has suddenly gone blind! who will steer the ship now?!

the miniature clown is trying to charm one of the waitresses by telling her the story of how he inherited a multi milliondollar mansion with illegal immigrants working inside, and then of course, how he set them free..

a fire erupts in the kitchen after that idiot Jonesy-boy threw a rag (recently used to wipe away lots of spilt kerosene) on a pile of lit cigarettes next to a botttle of rubbing alcohol incoveniently placed next to open flames on the stove. Death to all aboard is imminent

old gold cold booty

i woke up this morning to something truly peculiar. i woke up soaked. my first thought was 'fever'? but when i had a looksy i saw a puddle on my pillow that had made a stream toward the indent on my bed where my butt keeps toasty. 2 warm silvery chrome looking puddles. and when i looked into them both they started to show what seemed like a movie. it was me and a friend running through a field in beautiful weather. no sign of city life around us, and perfect health. we were running along side some kind of giant-fast-cat, half hugging it as we ran and laughing and i pulled a wad of money out, oh 10 grand id say, and i said aloud "heres to financial stability!", and i threw the tied up wad in the air and caught it still while running and we continued to run into the obnoxiously blue-skied distance where our shit-shack was posted, where we'd stop for a snack in our new home in the country.


no that didnt happen. but maybe

aceofbase

sensetive lady on mountain

throwing a tantrum, throwing rocks off a cliff, curses echoing across the land

no more menstrual cycles, but that doesn't make a difference

because hormones seem to be running rampid

small lizards flying, trying to cling onto moss for dear life but nopeeee

angry angry lady on mountain, ya wouldnt even know she was a female if she weren't wearing heels

that fucking napoleon complex, god help us all


IM GONNA BE LATE FOR MY FRIENDS BIRTHDAY PARTY IF I DONT END THIS ENTRY NOW


"YOU ALWAYS GOTTA BE THE GUY ON THE MOUNTAIN WITH THAT BIG EGG"

iz back

so many art projects, so little time.

i STILL have yet to create that evil gold masterpiece. and my birth control "installation piece" flower. sorta excited despite lack of supplies and $$$$$$.

and this IS the blog again. i think it just may be the backgrounds, but that last one was depressing and boring and not nearly as popular. blech. i need popularity so whatevs

the final chapter. or as originally typed; the death card

i dont know what difference a change of website will make but the time has come. ameliaivo is no more. ameliaivo started out strong after the collaps e of my last blog (and life). every now and then hints of hope and creativity blah blah. but another one of my famous innerchanges is going on within.

and so i begin another blog. a third. also named after a cocteau twins song. what will the difference be? i couldnt really say. something more raw? more stories maybe? i dont know.

im mainly doing this because 320 blog entries are an awful lot to read on one site. and i expect you dears to read as many as you can. but 320 is an undesirable number of thingies to read. so here i go. l8er. i still love all the people that i always loved and i also love the people that i hate because it shows that they are dear even in a horrible way. sweet cheery, cya.