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.

i know too much about this girl's ex boyfriends dick

she keeps posting about it on facebook and i dont know what to do

jealous drunx

all lined up against a brick wall pissing and puking and cursing and hollering at girls walking by and spitting at successful folk. heavy cockney accents but certainly no cockney reject ;) ;)

..and later that night, Dirtbag's delight sitting next to a glowing fire in an alleyway recollecting thoughts of a day gone to waste but one filled with booze. some of them begin to slide down the brick walls, everyone dangerously close to the fire but still safe. some still awake with faces (!!!!!). and beer breath breathing onto open flames, embers rising violently with every word. as the temperature decreases and the winds pick up, the flames lower and lower as do the drunks because theyre sinking-into a deep sleep only to be awoken again soon by a rising sun

1 paragraph into Music for chameleons

and im already in love with Truman Capote