tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42328469656042435082012-03-11T08:27:21.938+08:00writing raindropsconfessions of a wandering soul. tempting life,
eating ice-cream,
reading poetry
and writing secrets.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.comBlogger3311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-91358272089868827942012-03-10T07:53:00.001+08:002012-03-10T07:53:58.817+08:00POST #4) I LOVE: Our worlds obsession with catasrophes, at least when it comes to the idea of a zombie apocolypse, or invasion of aliens (those subjects are a creative gold mine for entertainment). But this "global warming" ALARMISM, which always seems to crawl it's way back out of the misinformed minds of the general public, needs to finally flutter and die off with the rest of the political Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-31748479341247956312012-03-09T04:26:00.003+08:002012-03-09T04:37:40.596+08:00POST #3) I LOVE GOOD MUSIC. It doesn't need all the flash flash bang bang distractions...
These days it's just about overplay, autoplay and auto-tune... as Kesha and Lady Gaga herd their uninspired yet hopelessly devoted minions towards more and more GARBAGE... its nice
to know music like this still exists. My cousin sent it to me in a message randomly one morning when I was in the Philippines.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-88056996453320888172012-03-07T00:21:00.003+08:002012-03-07T00:27:52.134+08:00POST #2) I LOVE POKEMON.
I made this for a friend, who was also a pokemon fanatic back in the day. Before they added a thousand new ones. Call me old fashioned, but the originals were just SO much better!
Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-24562675748050180672012-03-05T23:40:00.001+08:002012-03-05T23:40:17.522+08:00
Social networking, more than anything else, is becoming a perfect vehicle for two
specific purposes.
1) To degrade others. To bitch, moan and complain
about every stream of conscious thought or opinion, no matter how truly
ignorant or hateful they may be. .
2) To degrade yourself. To publicly post
hundreds of uncreative, half-naked photos of you in your dirty bathroom
and delight in theHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-51052656599149414082011-12-12T03:57:00.001+08:002011-12-12T03:58:53.951+08:00CLICK ME FOR THE NEW DEVILMAS VID
WATCH OR DIE.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-26746099941442232502011-12-06T07:45:00.001+08:002011-12-06T07:48:26.674+08:00raindrop art*
There is a whole collection of these photos here http://www.flickr.com/photos/stuntbear/sets/72157603748918642/?page=3Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-89129224145163518092011-11-15T22:06:00.001+08:002011-11-29T04:13:04.797+08:00A cold facade is the result of a heart covered in scar tissue, a mind that never forgets and a soul that embraced a lesson.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-48405191299040429892011-11-14T02:25:00.001+08:002011-11-29T04:12:55.688+08:00lazy hat*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-55593901733808083912011-11-03T21:42:00.002+08:002011-11-29T04:12:47.849+08:00lazy pants*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-50154849830272700332011-10-14T23:32:00.005+08:002011-11-29T04:13:19.290+08:00rosco♥ gettin' bigger FAST!
Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-39509444879518913482011-10-04T21:32:00.003+08:002011-11-29T04:13:30.843+08:00
It is better to be alone than in bad company.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-58818715429600030562011-10-01T01:56:00.001+08:002011-10-12T22:12:16.143+08:00or so she thought.Even when her mind strayed, and she stiffened against the thought of love, she still desired it. In all its forms. Her dreams could be held there, within the mindless sense of intoxication. There was not a reaction, not a shrug, or wave or nod, not a shiver, not a stitch of her clothes, not a ripple of her hair. not a bead of sweat which did not scream for love. But her lips… her lips fell silentHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-45204918759391632462011-09-29T01:07:00.006+08:002011-09-29T01:11:33.147+08:00volitional - noun
the act of willing, choosing, or resolving.
idiosyncrasy - noun
a characteristic, habit, mannerism, or the like, that is peculiar to an individual.
admonition - noun
a warning or reproof given by an ecclesiastical authority.
ecclesiastical - adjective
of or pertaining to the church or the clergy; churchly; clerical; not secular.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-18856933429724122642011-09-28T02:35:00.001+08:002011-09-28T02:36:34.033+08:00sideways*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-66376477077097126552011-09-26T04:37:00.001+08:002011-10-13T23:50:20.699+08:00new meaning.Music has transcended above every painful moment in my life. The notes were always there to melt away the walls... and the words, well they let me climb right over and escape with them. I was lifted on an adventure to anywhere but where I was. One night, over 5 years ago, I was sitting with a few friends, on a dirty mattress, in a room that had barely escaped collapse after a tapestry on the wallHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-85965761015270259982011-08-28T04:37:00.001+08:002011-09-28T02:36:56.111+08:00"Chasing the story was to chase time itself, and time guarded its secrets."Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-62294868578677093112011-08-19T09:39:00.003+08:002011-09-28T02:37:05.065+08:00sketched*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-55920531888355480422011-07-30T00:27:00.002+08:002011-10-12T22:24:10.480+08:00the desert.My eyes flicker open, and the images around me fade into reality. Miles of sand stretch from one horizon to the other. It smells hot… and the drift of clouds is already dissipating overhead. A scorched sun rises through, and threatens to devour my world into infinite flames. Rushes of sweat are already trickling down my face… and I don’t know how I got here, but I know it’s not where I’m Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-90411810093536857962011-07-28T21:24:00.001+08:002011-07-28T21:24:23.492+08:00the book of facesThis is not Facebook. They need to call this Fuckbook. Pictures looking Goodbook, but in person... Yuckbook. All about the Gamebook. It's all the Samebook. Just a hidden Hellbook, Tellbook, forgetting how to Spellbook. Hate behind your Backbook, but still wish you happy Birthdaybook. Bitchbook. Take the Glitchbook, Snitchbook, Fakebook. Rudebook, Feudbook, tell your every Movebook. We don't even Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-43020516224765306892011-07-27T00:40:00.001+08:002011-09-28T02:37:24.449+08:00just a ghost now*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-29722025459225377512011-07-20T21:32:00.001+08:002011-09-28T02:37:34.058+08:00puppy*
This is me and my 7week old german shepherd, Rosco!
Internet, meet my new boyfriend.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-12259519064351226522011-07-12T01:24:00.001+08:002011-09-28T02:37:43.620+08:00JJThere are women
Who seem enlightened by love.
Lifted, surrounded,
Fed and warmed by love.
But the woman I met last night…
In the mirror,
Seems faded,
To the shadows again.
This woman,
Is condemned by love.
Alienated, exiled,
And forgotten by love.
Her indigo eyes gleam fierce
On the edge of the world,
The pain, forever visible.
Through every streak of blue.
As she who lives for love,
Would alsoHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-85885845072903594342011-06-26T09:52:00.000+08:002011-09-28T02:37:53.388+08:00summer laze*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-57902925632173950242011-06-16T02:38:00.000+08:002011-09-28T02:42:41.771+08:00"green" humans.To write: A script set in a time when Earth is so overpopulated, we can no longer grow the resources needed to feed even half the world. A crazy eco-obsessed marine biologist is recruited by a radical green peace organization who try to solve the problems by creating a crossbred symbiotic relationship between plants and humans (based on coral research) by infecting a new breed of single-celled Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-64586172393355044452011-06-02T00:40:00.001+08:002011-09-28T02:38:07.067+08:003 words to say goodnight.adumbrate (verb)
to produce a faint image or resemblance of; to outline or sketch.
to foreshadow; prefigure.
to darken or conceal partially; overshadow
acquiesce (verb)
to assent tacitly;
submit or comply silently or without protest;
tacit (adjective)
understood without being openly expressed; implied
silent; saying nothing
unvoiced or unspokenHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-62804045947496675002011-05-28T22:26:00.002+08:002011-09-28T02:38:17.761+08:00vertiginous \vur-TIJ-uh-nuhs\, adjective:
1. Affected with vertigo; giddy; dizzy.
2. Causing or tending to cause dizziness.
3. Turning round; whirling; revolving.
4. Inclined to change quickly or frequently; inconstant.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-66062200791149211762011-05-23T20:19:00.002+08:002011-09-28T02:38:31.050+08:00What is left…?…after you find out you are meaningless to him from a distance, and the touch that could solve everything, is impossible.
My heart beats outside my body, and I can see the faded fabric of my shirt pulse forward around my chest, quickening with every shudder of breath. Crying seems useless, but then, so does everything… so I cry anyways. I know I broke him, I know he needs his own coping Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-68843783991076261262011-05-07T23:46:00.000+08:002011-09-28T02:38:51.248+08:00dream in black & white*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-81030162683354360492011-05-07T21:26:00.000+08:002011-09-28T02:39:04.346+08:00ayn rand - literary shame.Upon delving further into the enigma that is Ayn Rand, I take back everything positive I have ever said about her, and would refer you to do some research before reading anything she has written as truth, or even half truth, and instead... leave her to lead her cult of sheep into an objectivist hoard of the proudly selfish, and laugh and point as they all consequently self-destruct. Her books areHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-30944804838935548262011-05-06T14:55:00.001+08:002011-09-28T02:39:28.660+08:00If it could be...If I look,
At the tropical sun,
At the red orchid
Reaching up outside my window.
If I touch
Near the fire
The impalpable ash
Or the crumpled body of the log,
Everything carries me to you.
As if everything that exists,
Aromas, light, metals, tastes
They were all little boats
That sail
Toward those isles of yours
That might wait for me.
But if little by little,
You stop loving me
I shall not Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-39190007427517160202011-05-03T15:31:00.002+08:002011-05-03T15:31:34.271+08:00dear americans...During your celebration of death, take a min to remember these words.
"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that" - Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-68518119076111168832011-05-02T13:34:00.000+08:002011-09-28T02:40:37.928+08:00osama's death over hyped"If inciting people to do that [9/11] is terrorism, and if killing those who kill our sons is terrorism, then let history be witness that we are terrorists."
Ironic words spoken by Osama Bin Laden in an Oct 2001 interview. So, when America kills thousands of innocents on foreign soil, it's called 'self-defense? Its considered heroism and patriotism... and when the rebel leader is murdered, a Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-87712139861375208072011-04-25T04:32:00.003+08:002011-09-28T02:40:43.653+08:00Gods are delicate things. They can be easily consumed by a hint of science or a trace of common sense.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-29821360753496391212011-04-24T14:08:00.001+08:002011-04-24T21:29:53.419+08:00a rare update style message
I'm back in Manila for a week vacation, then off to Boracay for my sisters wedding. More posts to come after, and perhaps, maybe even a new video... I've been working on something about personality masks, and our perceptions of ourselves, as well as what we project on others. Maybe you guys have some input, questions you would like answered, or topics discussed? Shoot me a comment, or a message Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-81883159890039662602011-04-15T17:41:00.002+08:002011-04-15T18:10:51.125+08:00Through the belt.I can trace Orion through your fingertips.
Softly whisper your name
In between every iridescent dream
as i press my wants against your chest.
Be the incandescent body to my emptiness.
Illuminate my way through the belt.
I’ll meet you on Sirius,
Just three steps away.
(inspired heavily by this post)Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-48290409384772258322011-04-15T06:43:00.004+08:002011-04-15T18:11:13.579+08:00I'm going to learn how do this without him. I'm strong enough alone.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-92061850045172760882011-04-15T05:32:00.000+08:002011-04-15T05:32:50.001+08:00lies. all lies.Her mouth is dry, so she takes another gurgling drink from an almost empty 2L of stale Coke and looks in the mirror. Week old make-up is streaked across a paling face, and dark circles surround eyes no longer bright and blue… but hollow, and as black as the hair that falls in greasy ribbons around her, sweat soaked and matted to the back of her neck and chest. Her white t-shirt was always too Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-12263880225919707222011-04-13T14:38:00.001+08:002011-04-13T14:39:12.369+08:00if looks could*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-75305911066339380562011-04-13T06:49:00.001+08:002011-09-28T02:40:50.058+08:00ten word poem
You know,
I was thinking...
And then decided not to.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-41676289042031888052011-04-12T18:35:00.002+08:002011-04-13T06:57:04.093+08:00untitled...I used to glance in the mirror every so often… and feel no desire to lie about who I saw reflected back… but other times, I would look in the mirror and not see anyone at all, just masks. Thrown on in layers so thick I’d forgotten there used to be someone underneath.
In my offline absence, those masks were recognized… and eventually exposed to the people I love the most. No… it was more than Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-6592120359980656592011-04-10T14:20:00.004+08:002011-04-13T06:47:44.608+08:00dubstep*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-43939509807186970072011-03-29T10:55:00.001+08:002011-03-29T10:59:01.712+08:00mused*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-17306069457734023422011-03-29T10:50:00.000+08:002011-03-29T11:08:14.402+08:00Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-15281130672735708562011-03-25T13:38:00.002+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.625+08:00youtube truth.Maybe it's all fading into some fucked up web version of everything that’s wrong in the world.
Maybe sincerity on youtube has turned out to be too much to ask for… and maybe fame is worse than never being heard in the first place. All the drones seem to want now is distraction. (No, I guess they euphemize nicely and call it ‘entertainment’ now). Guns, tits and a car chase with a bunch of fuckin’Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-78306983704407191962011-03-23T11:51:00.001+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.625+08:00a puzzle means nothing without it's pieces...http://creativecollaborationexperiment.tumblr.com/post/3678319212/heather-a-puzzle-means-nothing-without-the-piecesHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-41042068156126944362010-12-12T18:39:00.004+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.626+08:00the lightI need to start writing again. Get the idle thoughts in order. Scribble myself onto the level of clarified delusion. Make some goddamn sense of it all. Random words echo through my fingertips, ones I would happily type off in a frenzy, if they weren’t all submersed in the darkness. I remember, it felt like chaos in the tunnels of my mind. Scrambling faceless strangers, each one a representationHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-34126332233538631292010-09-12T16:47:00.008+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.626+08:00the circle room.He unlocked the door for me, stood back and told me I had to turn the handle myself. My heartbeat took off at a run and my feet froze in place. I stared blankly for a moment and turned up with a desperate plea to meet the steady gaze of the key master. He smiled, kissed me and said… “You have nothing to worry about. Look. I’ll go first.” Damn. He made it look so fuckin’ easy. Went striding Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-81860473229096121282010-08-04T10:01:00.003+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.627+08:00could it be?A long time ago, the darkness in me defined love as an unattainable daydream of the naïve and childishly optimistic. The entire world was certainly just a vague mirage of lonely half-people, masquerading as clowns with fake smiles and painting their faces over and over again with masks of each other. I watched my feet falter and trip so easily over every uneven impossibility. Sprawled out on the Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-91018700827501139902010-07-16T17:52:00.001+08:002011-03-29T11:21:27.594+08:007am sliver of poetry,Constantly swarmed by these endless
Single-file wires.
Conversations that wind up into
One huge spinning ball of metal consciousness.
It all melts together
And solidifies
Slowly
From the center.
Breaking the laws of physics.
Creating something...
...from nothing.
It’s all a little bit magical I think.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-52216400831339573522010-07-13T06:56:00.001+08:002011-03-29T11:21:27.594+08:00a coat - william butler yeatsI made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-52718795742899044782010-07-13T00:27:00.004+08:002011-03-29T10:59:01.713+08:00surprise!!!Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-36711091686604313952010-06-30T11:06:00.004+08:002011-03-29T11:03:32.604+08:00zakk's dragon sketchHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-18017657313401438272010-06-30T07:14:00.002+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.627+08:00if only for tonight...Let the usual things shuffle quietly into the background. Forget everything you've been told about how you should be. Tonight, envision all you could be. Suffuse yourself with the possibilities circling into your world at every moment. Spend the night imagining, dreaming and scheming. Dress differently, eat the foods you've never tried. Carry a notebook. Write of things to do, places to go, Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-69943756530857428862010-06-27T10:25:00.002+08:002011-03-29T11:08:14.403+08:00We are enslaved by anything we do not consciously see. We are freed by conscious perception.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-56396533706755648592010-06-27T10:15:00.001+08:002011-03-29T11:24:19.738+08:00believe me when i say...Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-69498864151419021042010-06-25T10:52:00.000+08:002011-03-29T11:24:55.223+08:00We see an eagle glide slowly over the tidal river that divides the tiny town, and Peter (we call him P-ball) looks over. "Get his attention!" he yells. We start a choir of whistles completely void of any harmony... followed by a brief silence before Andrew (we call him Crayon) shouts out..
"Faggot!"
We laugh hysterically... though (at this moment) I'm not quite sure why. The eagle ignores us.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-53753030955206196552010-06-23T13:53:00.000+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.627+08:00small town life.The laughter here is thick, long and uncontrolled. I crack a country boy heart or two with my disinterest. There is no nice way to dismiss the attention gathered from new-girl allure, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll come right out and say ‘fuck off’ if there’s no other way to make it clear. This is the small town life. A place where I toss out coyote howling sounds at every opportunity, drink beer Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-17169258071061526992010-06-14T00:08:00.000+08:002011-03-29T11:23:51.201+08:00intractable
(adjective) : difficult or stubborn
presage
(noun) : prediction or indication
fulmination
(noun) : a violent explosion.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-50099149332218599142010-06-13T22:01:00.005+08:002011-03-29T11:08:14.403+08:00i'm hooked so toss me overHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-75040071561941688892010-06-13T21:10:00.003+08:002011-03-29T11:08:14.403+08:00i opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light...Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-8679289498465751112010-06-13T20:52:00.003+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.628+08:00i want to play in the rain.I want to be the girl seen dancing barefoot at the park on Sunday mornings. I want to read out loud, take a million pictures and never upload them anywhere. I want to write what the entire world is feeling. I want to be overwhelmed with desire and laughter. I want to paint every nail a different colour, and wear skate-shoes with skirts. I want to always have a book with me and never wear a watch.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-58104686981407153462010-06-13T16:14:00.005+08:002011-03-29T11:08:14.404+08:00And so we wait until (by a curious art disposed) we find one perfect whole... of all the pieces joined.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-26608982129539880602010-06-12T12:27:00.000+08:002011-03-29T11:25:16.358+08:00my chosen ff7 characters...Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-37696883976799584392010-06-08T11:49:00.004+08:002011-03-29T11:08:14.404+08:00Hawkeye: War isn't Hell. War is war, and Hell is Hell. And of the two, war is a lot worse.
Father Mulcahy: How do you figure, Hawkeye?
Hawkeye: Easy, Father. Tell me, who goes to Hell?
Father Mulcahy: Sinners, I believe.
Hawkeye: Exactly. There are no innocent bystanders in Hell. War is chalk full of them - little kids, cripples, old ladies. In fact, except for some of the brass, almost everybodyHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-82284110361188284692010-06-01T04:23:00.000+08:002011-03-29T10:59:01.713+08:00new catchphrase*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-33819405929058830552010-05-27T14:46:00.001+08:002010-05-31T15:45:42.713+08:00"I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream. I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary."Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-31304813480241498722010-05-27T14:44:00.000+08:002010-05-31T16:05:56.582+08:00FUCKING. AWESOME.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-39676930335442180272010-05-23T12:47:00.005+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.628+08:00fishes.Most of the new men I’ve encountered lately, remind me of fish-sticks. Molded into row after row of the same damn shape… mushy, pre-cooked, tasteless, and unseasoned. With standard yet questionable origins, they are manufactured to fit perfectly in that freezer friendly cardboard box. Adorned with flashy colours and arrogant one-liner catch phrases, they can be plucked from the shelf and into Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-69875972312016479012010-05-23T11:36:00.001+08:002010-05-31T15:45:42.714+08:00Don't ask me to wake you up, unless you can handle me doing it with my mouth.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-44811195758589126772010-05-22T04:38:00.003+08:002011-03-29T10:59:01.713+08:00happy daze*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-67091349857821688362010-05-06T12:56:00.002+08:002010-05-31T15:45:42.715+08:00"Sex is like music. For every person who pays for it, there are thousands more getting it for free."Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-92042117743114715422010-05-01T16:08:00.000+08:002011-03-29T11:03:32.604+08:00black and white resurrections.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-89920191365142677492010-05-01T15:21:00.003+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.629+08:00world, meet rachel - my favorite character to date.Jack got me to obsess over it, before any offer had even been made. The maybe’s and the might not’s had me fighting for air within seconds. “Maybe he wanted to fuck, but maybe not. He might not be thinking what I’m thinking. Maybe this is a bad idea, I might not know what I’m getting myself into.” All good reasons to listen to the voice in my head, and ignore the one in my vagina. Doubt seldom Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-63399067040738404692010-04-30T04:15:00.007+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.629+08:00the children of time.Mondays are the faded but rational ones, making schedules and cleaning up. They are the voices of reason, but still give in to Tuesdays who are already overdosing on anarchy. They always ends up alone, their laughter turning to Wednesdays' tears, who have never really stopped crying. They don't say much at all. Thursdays sometimes hum just to break the silence, and can read more from rare smiles Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-68713938840314575422010-04-15T10:42:00.003+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.630+08:00when I'm hurting...When my fingers tremble as I type, I know the words I want will not run straight or easy. When my thoughts constantly elude me, hidden in some unknown corners of this bitter maze. When my entries get scarce here, and the raindrops don’t write themselves to any seemingly coherent points. When my emotions have been choked breathless and dried out. When I’ve felt too much of everything, to know whatHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-89932478999954936642010-04-09T22:51:00.002+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.630+08:00the drunken ramble poet.Well, I wrote the following ..."almost poem" last night in bed... and with no wireless yet, had to promise myself I would post it today.
I’d forgotten how great it feels to be measured on a level deeper than just appearance. Maybe not much deeper, but still a change. After a reawakening prompted by double vodka cranberry’s and a “highly” involved psycho self-analysis… I can feel my life slippingHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-71117707928312738392010-04-09T06:34:00.000+08:002010-05-31T15:45:42.715+08:00Why does everyone disappear just when you need them the most?Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-87645076650212272682010-04-06T01:27:00.000+08:002011-03-29T11:23:51.202+08:00rapacious (adjective)
1. given to seizing for plunder or the satisfaction of greed.
2. inordinately greedy; predatory; extortionateHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-9088990597974065012010-04-06T01:19:00.005+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.631+08:00the end of the beginning.From a 3 year summer of excessive staring and the wonderland of the ex-pat elite... to a 3 month springtime of the straight, successive and solitary. Yes, it’s finally time to claw my way out of the rabbit hole, and leave behind the security blanket that is daddy’s thick wallet and guilty conscious. Unfortunately… I very much enjoyed not having to worry about bills or bank accounts… and am not Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-87437426494654467942010-03-28T22:15:00.000+08:002011-03-29T11:23:51.202+08:00scatologic (adjective): obscene or vulgarHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-40029334052791066932010-03-28T20:45:00.000+08:002010-05-31T15:36:59.799+08:00tweet tweet!https://twitter.com/misspacman08Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-4278031569076024102010-03-28T16:59:00.002+08:002011-03-29T11:03:32.604+08:00im just gonna call this... art*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-43327852146467857322010-03-25T22:48:00.004+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.631+08:00siesmo caos.A dark tirade is coming. I can feel the poison trickling it's way through my mind. It's because I notice the mirrors more now… always reflecting an imperfect world. A whole civilization melting away into the meaningless. Work, buy, spend, pay. A beautiful circle of nothing. Just like the zero key.
0I’m waiting. For the silence to end. I’m waiting for all of us to wake up and scream at what we Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-87275727765154907582010-03-23T22:19:00.002+08:002010-05-31T15:45:42.716+08:00"Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again?"Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-17027091498627733602010-03-23T22:08:00.001+08:002011-03-29T11:03:32.605+08:00nothing*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-66716743530647914992010-03-20T21:10:00.001+08:002010-05-31T15:45:42.717+08:00“Many people hear voices when no-one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.”Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-90519585156376647312010-03-20T16:39:00.003+08:002011-03-29T11:03:32.605+08:00yummy*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-46578583755483747002010-03-15T14:44:00.001+08:002011-03-29T11:03:32.606+08:00word art*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-3246965827629597722010-03-15T12:52:00.003+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.632+08:00blame humanity.The human race is not evolving. We still have the same damn questions that have always been around. Why are we here? Why do things matter? What is life? What is time? What is death? Sure, we can talk to each other through little internet cages, and fly to the moon and all those other brilliant technological advances in the scientific part of who we are… but what about the other parts? There has Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-89087069243657419432010-03-14T20:19:00.000+08:002010-05-31T15:45:42.717+08:00Morality, like art, consists in drawing a line somewhere.Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-21670588903439174142010-03-13T09:39:00.005+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.632+08:00just write.I decided I wanted to try the 5-min brain splatter, and flared a little of my own style into it by writing it freehand – and now typing it up (unedited) for you to read.
It’s harder to write on paper. The motions carried out with more intent and precision. Each letter a shape instead of all poke’s and clicks. “There’s art in there somewhere,” she thinks, squinting at her fifth grade scrawl in Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-72483671817941996072010-03-11T19:41:00.003+08:002010-05-31T15:45:42.718+08:00"It sounds pretty but I disagree. I believe there are moments in your life when you have to dance like everyone is watching."Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-59431443353123027592010-03-11T19:18:00.004+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.633+08:00RAID the cockroach ninja.Cockroaches are nasty little things, and around these tropical cities, not so little. Try as I might, (or might not) my room is never truly spotless, so they come around at night, click-click-clicking their creepy crawly legs across the dark wood floor. I can’t sleep very well when my eardrums are overflowing with the scurrying of something very alive and very disgusting. Something that also Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-27901474383855329342010-03-11T18:24:00.004+08:002011-03-29T11:03:32.606+08:00photo-editing* more proof that...Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-6064598431040285862010-03-04T15:01:00.002+08:002011-03-29T11:03:32.606+08:0060s party* don't stop..."It's a shame we couldn't leave LSD under everyone's chairs. Show true tribute to the 60's."
-Dad (the night of his 50th birthday party)
Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-7930248679611175382010-03-01T11:08:00.002+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.633+08:00more circles.I imagine knowledge sometimes... as a circle. Inside, I'm safe. Surrounded by everything I know, or think I know about... and it's all slowly expanding everyday, but there is no limit. The potential growth is infinite, and that scares me a little bit. The non-understanding of an overflowing world. Risky misadventures waiting in the dark somewhere to leap on me. I don't pretend to know everythingHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-85759766001532864142010-02-28T19:51:00.004+08:002010-06-12T12:55:50.483+08:00heSurvived*dick jokes can suck my dick.* iMade my own.
go sub NOW. please.
Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-4298487510841951512010-02-23T16:47:00.004+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.634+08:00If you can pretend as hard as I'm pretending, and imagine as hard as I've imagined, then this is not going to be the first time we've ever met.
Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-39972910368392594992010-02-19T00:40:00.004+08:002011-03-29T11:17:18.634+08:00cheated.I think, in some disheartening and completely twisted way, you can almost define a past relationship by the way you broke up. Mine were never very dramatic, never even close to anything that happens in the movies. It wasn’t a flame being drenched in gallons of water all at once… it was the slow, steady fizzle of light rainfall. All in debt to the shocking percentage who happened to cheat on me. IHeather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4232846965604243508.post-59566233604171805972010-02-17T14:03:00.004+08:002010-06-12T12:56:08.909+08:00obsquatch VS anglobaptist*Heather-Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12440816015186489556noreply@blogger.com7