More veils disposed: When a good thing isn't the right thing.

In 2012 I will complete at least one book a month.

January will be a dry month, with the exception of Religious As Hell at the Tempest Lounge, because I've been waiting for this kind of party since I first hear Joy Division on a film soundtrack. No Facebook, and I will drink enough water every day. The end.

That guy totally didn't get Kate Bush

An unraveling cloth can quickly become new sewing thread.

That is Bagheera (a she) she likes to nap on my bed, although she's been staying outside the last couple of nights.  We've got a couple of other meow pals squatting in our cellar. Not sure how they're getting in and out (with the heat no doubt.) 

Redhead mistakes echoes in catacombs for din.

There is a moment now and again when a shadow suddenly becomes something cast in shadow, or something bathed in light.  This is usually the moment that I gasp, clutching my hands together like a country club wife over her pearls, and a moment later think "Well, if I don't Know, at least I Know better..."

Last night: Everybody Like to Dance

There is lipstick allowed

Certaine criterion

To be a piece to each alike and not alike to any other at all

You could count the notches of rib and girl-spine. Give.

Give it to them, and then give it to him, and then give it to us.

Give us away of our lessness! Is the keen.

Schemin'

I'm awake at 1:30 in the morning beginning a project that I had intended to kick off during a two week vacation to Arcata, CA in September. This blog. I'm awake and I'm thinking about a worn out cassette player, when it will snow, yarn, and a lot of little things that I do, or don't, or will, or won't do.

The kick-off.  The painting featured as my background is the work of Tacoma local Curtis Ashby who also runs an apparel line, Paper Diamonds. A month back he contacted me about trying to sell his Ts at Bleach. Yeah, I work there. Last link insert I promise. And I hope that we get him in the shop.  Last September he had hand-painted a dozen or so cotton T-shirts for UrbanXChange's Fall Fashion Lore event (minimally attended but it seemed to me like quite a "who's-who" in terms of a city who's subculture really derives from the grunt of it's artists and malcontents.) Is this a sufficient blog post?