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Monthly Archives: February 2020

26 Feb 2020

film rolls 3 through 6

  About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these […]

23 Feb 2020

Rest Rise Repeat

Rest Rise Repeat What hurts no more the shoes off the feet the coyote just crossing the street the lack of fire in vacant stares between sun spots leaving the skin for tainted air like the secrets lining the pockets scratch the depths of her sweetness there’s nothing left but the fool falling There is Nothing there Nothing real Not beautiful Just useable Another pair Another seat Shining dull Reclining doll On every corner But she will Rest rise repeat […]

20 Feb 2020

He(art) Hike

About the artist: *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.  

18 Feb 2020

Dean at Joyride

Next to Joyride is one of my all time favorite places, Postino. That night with a purple coat of winter sky above.

18 Feb 2020
18 Feb 2020

And Oreos. Those don’t suck

Surrounded by my daughter’s positive affirmation post-it notes, and one partially obscured “Trump Sucks” one. And Oreos. Those don’t suck.     *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the […]

15 Feb 2020

Joyride

It’s not a light leak…just what I saw after a couple of cucumber Serrano margaritas at Joyride Taco. Fuji Superia 200 I was having resolution frustrations with my previous film shares, so now I’m scanning them myself. *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a […]

13 Feb 2020

it’s not leaving

you feel nothing it’s not your fault to a fault in my hair in your smile how its stares walk the miles for the biggest dare is the problem is the problem that I care is that the problem? I feel my petals on the floor I smell metal in your pores I can’t take I can’t take anything anymore my fingers push buttons in the air without knowing without slowing I can scream scream to the shores but it’s […]

10 Feb 2020

Fiddler’s Dream Coffeehouse

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange […]

08 Feb 2020

Film rolls one through three

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange […]