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I'm Kara Rae Garland. I've been Ceilede on the net since 1997.

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I'm a member of chaosmagic.com's
Tribe of the 5th Aeon, contributor to key23.net, Konton Magazine, and co-creator of chaoscurrent.com.

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Breaking The Locks [LiveJournal Feed]





Bat For Lashes - What's a Girl To Do



This is from Fur and Gold, but by far not the best song on the CD. My favorite is "Bat's Mouth" closely followed by "Sarah" and "Seal Jubilee" is pretty awesome too.



A reviewer somewhere described Bat For Lashes as a combination of Tori Amos, Bjork and Cat Power. I didn't think that was possible, but I was wrong. :D Anyway, check it out.

Sat, November 3, 2007 - 5:29 PM permalink




Stuck in my head for days...

"Young Folks" by Peter, Bjorn & John





if i told you things i did before

told you how i used to be

would you go along with someone like me

if you knew my story word for word

had all of my history

would you go along with someone like me



i did before and had my share

it didn't lead nowhere

i would go along with someone like you

it doesn't matter what you did

who you were hanging with

we could stick around and see this night through



and we don't care about the young folks

talkin' 'bout the young style

and we don't care about the old folks

talkin' 'bout the old style too

and we don't care about our own folks

talkin' 'bout our own style

all we care about is talking

talking only me and you



usually when things has gone this far

people tend to disappear

no one would surprise me unless you do



i can tell there's something goin' on

hours seem to disappear

everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do

where we are going to

we can stick around and see this night through



and we don't care about the young folks

talkin' 'bout the young style

and we don't care about the old folks

talkin' 'bout the old style too

and we don't care about our own folks

talkin' 'bout our own style

all we care about is talking

talking only me and you



and we don't care about the young folks

talkin' 'bout the young style

and we don't care about the old folks

talkin' 'bout the old style too

and we don't care about our own folks

talkin' 'bout our own style

all we care about is talking

talking only me and you

talking only me and you



talking only me and you

talking only me and you

Sat, November 3, 2007 - 5:17 PM permalink
Between fire and water, I pick the one that burns the most.



What kind of a...what kind of existence is this...in which anyone would think I would care or need to know that French women don't gain as much weight? What bearing does that have on me? Somehow, someone is suggesting I should both despise and emulate thin women, but I can't. I am too much in love with the human form in its myriad manifestations. Even skeletal bodies, though not sexually alluring to me, are beautiful in their way.



Its always on the tip of my tongue with you. Always in the way I imagine smoothing your hair against your brow or holding both your hands and flying away, spinning like an angry top.



When I break, there's an unspeakable pink and red pleroma. Imagine the most pleasing fragrance coupled with the most delicious and filling flavor and that warm feeling that spreads in your belly and that giddy feeling when something tickles your art chakra. That is the goodness of my bursting pain, the secret delight of my trauma. I am pleurant. My crying is an ecstasy of devotion and I must cry frequently to satisfy my vows. If you must turn your face from me when I break, you will never see this holy glow. You will never know the real me. Atomic sunrise.



I have been so quiet lately in my safe oubliette warm dark, digesting every little morsel. Now I break through the egg white sheath. With pointed fingers, punch through and live again. There's such strong currents down under here, tear you away if you're not strong. Here, let me help you stand. Let me help you stand up to them like I do. I am furious strong.



It isn't even safe to mention...



All these threads. I self-censor because I am cautious with the truth. I know it is fragile and easy to break. I'm busy shaping the future. That's right, I see it and I shape it.
Sun, October 21, 2007 - 1:39 AM permalink
I recently saw a post on my f-list that I loved, but now I can't find it again. It was a list of the major arcana cards and which song the author of the post associated each with. All I can remember is that The Empress was "Edge of Seventeen." I thought it was [info]autodidactic, but I don't see the post in her journal.



So fess up. Who posted this masterpiece?
Wed, October 17, 2007 - 2:23 PM permalink


"Sure there are plenty of other fish in the sea. But you're not anywhere near the sea.

You're in the desert. Alone."



-from a poster [info]cebastiankraine saw

Wed, October 17, 2007 - 1:22 PM permalink
originally published at Breaking the Locks of Spirit
 
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