todd and i playing at cards
by angeliska on January 29, 2003
this is the only picture i have of him. i never got a chance to show it to him, to show him the weird light that crossed us. gravelly voice, samurai face. you’re gone today.
R.I.P. TODD SOBIECK – LOVE EVER, MCGILL
by angeliska on January 29, 2003
another one down.. i just read, in these amorphous pages no less, of a friend’s death. it happened just a little ways away on montegut street, in the infamous purple house that bastion of death and foul air i saw (…)
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by angeliska on January 26, 2003
today, slow and silver..the rain snakes over the glass in mercury rivulets, and fogs the street below with nacreous mist- the branches are made of bright metal, the day flows past me like a river. feverish and frantic, a fearful (…)
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by angeliska on January 26, 2003
i dream they’ve flooded the louvre a broken water-main, or somesuch thing- all the paintings lined up against the wall on sale, half-off due to water damage.. the archivist unlocks the dam, the key to a tide of memory, ancestral, (…)
The Nightmare Apiary
by angeliska on January 22, 2003
waking. my dreams infused with slips of you, i will tell you only what i can remember.. i get out of the car, and go around to the back to get my piles of books out.. i sort through them, (…)
shameless self-promotion alert
by angeliska on January 21, 2003
many thanks and kisses to for his industriousness! I will be there today from 4-10pm, come play with me- i’ll make you a stultifyingly scrumptious beverage!
Álfaskólinn
by angeliska on January 17, 2003
breathe in the cold night air flickering with diamante, smoking from my mouth in glittering plumes frozen to the quick, once again my heels clicking against the uneven asphalt on desolate streets.. seeing sound as colour, in split fragments the (…)
CAFE Z'OTZ
by angeliska on January 16, 2003
to all my kittens residing in la nouvelle orleans, today i’m working a long-ass double at CAFE Z’OTZ, our marvelous new phenomenon located in the whirling dervish (1135 decatur) 24 hour coffee, tea, chai, fresh juices, yerba mate, and of (…)
fear and loathing in new orleans
by angeliska on January 15, 2003
i walk outside and it’s night, clear and cold- perfect and blue-black the sky through the trees and glare of stoplights is still littered with stars.. i take off walking in search of sustenance towards hell’s kitchen.. i never go (…)
Mumbley-peg and slithery-dee
by angeliska on January 14, 2003
Last night at the speakeasy, my my my.. It’s like learning how to dance, but my feet don’t know the steps, can’t keep the time- my sense of rhythm goes with my heart- it’s off with my mystery murmur- the (…)
