joined on 08/05/03
last updated 08/10/05
January 28, 2005
When she looks into your eyes you are mesmerized by the deep, deep beauty, the mystery, and the complexity. She has the most powerful gaze as her eyes tell you how much she loves you.
Was that before or after she slaps a week's worth of smirk off your face, then pisses in your beer?
Oh Sadie, Oh Bad Kitty, Oh DRS#1...the hurricane is you, and you are the hurricane. You are more than a gentle breeze blowing softly across the urban landscape.
I've never seen anyone be more dastardly brilliant at exactly the right moment, only moments after appearing like a sleeping kitten in a sunny windowsil.
I do love you.
September 28, 2004
A Song About How I Love Sadie...
Sadie is a friend of mine. She resembles Frankenstein. When she does the Irish Jig, she resembles Porky Pig!
*grin!!!* (That means I love you THIS much!!!)
August 21, 2004
There are very few people I would travel the earth to see.. She is one of them. Now, of course, she's gonna beat me up 'cause I haven't yet.. But i'm working on it!! Sweetie, I am always delighted when I do something that reminds me of you, come back and visit soon, I'll make you pie.
April 16, 2004
I am so grateful to have this woman as one of my best friends. She has challenged and inspired me, while bringing me bucketfuls of joy. Her love is expansive, and she manages to make room for all of it, along with everything else she is doing. Aaaah! Alicia is super special, powerful, creative, talented, and beautiful. I love her so much, I could just squeeze her into red-juice and get giddy-hilariously drunk from her essence!
April 13, 2004
Alicia/Sadie/Anomaly/DRS #1 is the awesomest accomplice any lucky little loadie ever had. Moving to San Francisco was her idea and I've never regretted listening to her on that count. Not only is she statuesque, intelligent, elegant, creative and kind, but she can cook like an angel--the secret ingredient is love in generous amounts. She is an artist; her medium is life.
We've shared plenty of meals, apartments, in-jokes, hugs, friends, travels, travails, dance floors, hopes, dreams, fears, ideas, incromulence, good times, hard times, slow times, and crazy times over the years. Yeah. Let me tell you about this one time in Amsterdam...or this one time in Baltimore...or this one time in San Francisco...or this one time in New Orleans...or this one time in New York City...and you get the idea. I only hope there's lots more to come.
Alicia, I love you and I hope that we are friends until the end of this crazy ride.
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I won't be here with any regularity anymore. If you would like to contact me, please email or call me directly. I am most likely not going to want to go to any parties, out drinking at a crowded bar, or to help orginize or contribute with any benefits, events, etc. I may occasionally be up for a performance. I might want to hang out and talk or do art together. If you are a woman friend, I might want to take you to Osento. I am celibate for awhile, so I won't want to hook up, play, or go to a...
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Wed, August 10, 2005 - 2:19 PM
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generally disappointed and betrayed. thats been my experience with so-called 'community' lately. i want my own community, truthful with integrity and not always full of flimsy promises or hopped up on goofballs to have fun, get things done, cease to care who they hurt. and if its only 4 people wide well thank goodness that i get to know 4 people with characters that i can trust. im understanding all the cynics, that look at freaks and only see sex and drugs. i saw a lot more until those other...
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Mon, July 18, 2005 - 11:40 AM
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my perfect suicide
would leave me gone and forgotten
by the quilled chorus
that lives to feel the tip planted inside
by some member of the family
love spelled with pain
and ricochets against the cocks
and cunts of friends that call your name
when their highest froth needs your shame
and alibis are plucked from a line
or your loss
which just might be insane
Mon, July 18, 2005 - 3:22 AM
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Learning to keep quiet. Say the smoother words, keep the jagged ones swirling inside. Think and linger in the thoughts, memories, quiet and vanished and folded like a fan. Stop before anything sneaks out, stop and swallow into the swirl, a tornado of unsaid words digging my well deep, ocassionally blowing off a roof, then once again swallowed. Quiet questions stay where stories roamed. Keeping more, giving less, and losing definition, blending, like the mist hiding the malestrom.
Sat, July 16, 2005 - 1:51 AM
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my moon is closing down its doors
last call come and gone, the ashes swept outside
the honey which so sweetly flowed
dripped its goodnight, spilt down to elevate the worms
my moon is cold and vanishing
it's tired now, the steaming sips were poured
but now its salty lips are dry
my moon creeps towards the covers silent as a shroud
turning back the rumpled layers, crawling in
wondering in the darkness
straining to discern your moon,
glimpse one echoed glint.
Tue, July 12, 2005 - 2:48 PM
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!! Mission Folks~ this is the barrio!!~,
**BURNING SENSATION-The Headless Benefit,
*Beauty Secrets for Divas*,
A COUCH TO SURF!,
Absinthe Connoisseurs,
Angel Fairies From Venus,
Angelfish Acolytes,
Annie Sprinkle Fan Club,
Bi-coastal disorder,
Boas,
Burning Man,
Burningman Queers,
Center For Sex and Culture,
Church of The Subgenius,
David Bowie,
Dixie de la Tour - Righteous Babe,
DUMP HIM/HER NOW!!!!,
Femme Fatale Forum,
Firefall,
For the Love of Cloves,
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