i've had my fortune read a couple of times. i have been to see tarot card readers. i went to the mountains and got an astrology chart done, leaving thinking, 2013 is a hell of a long time away! when i was in year 7, some girls when down in to the spooky shower block and called on a dead teacher to levitate diana weaverly - they levitated her, and freaked the hell out of the other kids. diana growled, bit someone, got suspended and then her family moved back to america.
when my mum was a teenager she played a ouija board, asking who she would marry, and it spelt out 'WEI', my dads initials. my grandmother was crazy about this one fortune teller, and she would only ever tell us this this after she returned 'darling they know things that no one could ever know!' oma had some really good skeletons, we have since learned.
it's always like a small test when you sit down. you being the tester - ok i'm not going to say a word, don't give anything away...so as i got drawn in on melrose place to a small sign that said 'palm readings $10' and turned over my palms i was ready to let it all begin!
i was trying really hard not to focus on if her earrings were actually real cartier and how thick her acrylics were...but when she looked at me and said 'who is the light haired man?' hmm this could now be interesting. more swords, a magician, the grim reaper, more swords, and the light haired man...again! she is like 'gurl who is this light haired man???'
so then - i could see that this was wrapping up. she'd told me everything without me battering even one little eye lid...'what i need for you to do is come and see me. this is something that you can do at home, but it is pivotal in you moving forward and not creating any blockages'...was very prepared for this part
'well i actually leave town tomorrow'
'oh i told you there was travel involved, when are you back?'
'i'm not sure'
'you can come to see me before you leave, what time is your flight?'
eeek, i was now beginning to blow my bluff...
'honey you need to let me give you the recipe for the spell!!!'
spell?? when did we ever discuss me making a spell??? i thought the light haired man was just going to come on by - you said 2 weeks!! i don't need any more spells!
the price kept dropping for the essential spell. she was a good sales woman. she almost had me giving her my phone number...'call me, you need to call me'
torn - but a big flash of winona ryder in reality bites really went crazy through my veins...i got up, paid her and was like 'you told me everything i already knew - i don't need no spell, the future is right here!'
and i may or may not have paid another $10 for her to light a candle for me that night!!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
number 434 slave to love
women were making love to the air, men were making love to their women. he looked straight at us during avalon, and all i could imagine was him in his underpants practicing his moves in the mirror thinking 'i've still got it'.
he totally still had it and when i shook his hand in my best amanda lear way, my knees went weak.
***bryan ferry greek theatre la
he totally still had it and when i shook his hand in my best amanda lear way, my knees went weak.
***bryan ferry greek theatre la
number 433 jaguar phat skull
phat skull and i go way back.
i was there when he was chosen at birth plucked from the cat shelter. i held him in the box on the way back from newtown to his new home of amazing parents the zawadas. i was there when he was named 'phat skull'. i was even there when his dark familiar shadow appeared at our front door, relieving the pain of 3 days wondering how we would convince annie and jonathan that the cat we might be delivering back to them, was not in fact a substitute cat - but the gorgeous one they had left in our responsible hands while celebrating their love for one another in fiji.
phatty, farnes, barns and a whole bunch of other names still don't like people to mess with him.
especially not the hose...he wouldn't let me back in the front door.
***phat skull, holloway drive west hollywood
i was there when he was chosen at birth plucked from the cat shelter. i held him in the box on the way back from newtown to his new home of amazing parents the zawadas. i was there when he was named 'phat skull'. i was even there when his dark familiar shadow appeared at our front door, relieving the pain of 3 days wondering how we would convince annie and jonathan that the cat we might be delivering back to them, was not in fact a substitute cat - but the gorgeous one they had left in our responsible hands while celebrating their love for one another in fiji.
phatty, farnes, barns and a whole bunch of other names still don't like people to mess with him.
especially not the hose...he wouldn't let me back in the front door.
***phat skull, holloway drive west hollywood
number 432 burning down the house
it's been pretty hot here.
***just off sunset blvd silverlake october 2011
***just off sunset blvd silverlake october 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
number 429 they are a ok
la zawada's are all good if you were concerned, and they have a hot new car...black on black maserati / chrysler. they know what they are doing.
***la zawadas
***la zawadas
Thursday, October 6, 2011
number 428 wham bam sam's your man
my first proper flat mate was tall and he was called sam. back in adelaide as a young boy wondering what path his life would take, a light bulb came on when he saw iggy pop gyrating on the rage intro...he shot to fame in the early 90's with super acid jazz groove band dig and he can still slap the bass on cue.
we lived in a very big flat on campbell parade, a long time ago. annalise braakensiek was our neighbour and bondi was really happening. sam kindly gave us the front room with the view, but secretly i think he knew that people liked to throw bottles at windows 3 stories up and motorbikes used to like to crash there at 4am...
on the ground level of our building was a bank. the building decided that they wanted to remove the safe and make the bank in to a shop. every day i would sneak out of the house at the exact time that the choir of jack hammers and obscenities would chime from my bed and sam's bed down the hall.
he liked to look out the window on to the campbell pde promenade and sing a song...'touch the peni in public.' there are plenty more of these songs where this came from that he now passes on to the likes of christina aguilera and other pop stars...
well today is his day...
***happy birthday mr dick!
we lived in a very big flat on campbell parade, a long time ago. annalise braakensiek was our neighbour and bondi was really happening. sam kindly gave us the front room with the view, but secretly i think he knew that people liked to throw bottles at windows 3 stories up and motorbikes used to like to crash there at 4am...
on the ground level of our building was a bank. the building decided that they wanted to remove the safe and make the bank in to a shop. every day i would sneak out of the house at the exact time that the choir of jack hammers and obscenities would chime from my bed and sam's bed down the hall.
he liked to look out the window on to the campbell pde promenade and sing a song...'touch the peni in public.' there are plenty more of these songs where this came from that he now passes on to the likes of christina aguilera and other pop stars...
well today is his day...
***happy birthday mr dick!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
number 427 the swimming pond
i kept being told 'no seriously listen, this weather is crazy we need to go for a swim'...swimming in the middle of london, in somewhere that you can bathe sounded very english and pretty nice.
so i got taken to a heath. next thing it was all anyone was talking about 'oh the heath is amazing,' 'oh we went to the heath on sunday' 'see you at the heath' 'i like to have sex in the bushes of the heath'...
it was a very beautiful wonderful grand back yard that used to belong to the kings butler. and on my first day i went to swim there. ducks and me don't mix so much, so i left it to the others.
***hampstead heath...
so i got taken to a heath. next thing it was all anyone was talking about 'oh the heath is amazing,' 'oh we went to the heath on sunday' 'see you at the heath' 'i like to have sex in the bushes of the heath'...
it was a very beautiful wonderful grand back yard that used to belong to the kings butler. and on my first day i went to swim there. ducks and me don't mix so much, so i left it to the others.
***hampstead heath...
Sunday, October 2, 2011
number 426 you scream
there is good icecream in london
***pentecostal icecream post sputino london october 2011
***pentecostal icecream post sputino london october 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
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