i'm supposed to pass this along.

"Hi, my name is Jillian Leggatt and I am a graduate student at the University of Windsor, in Ontario, Canada. I am trying to find Riot Grrrls, between the ages of 14 and 19 (currently living in North America) to participate in a study I am doing. I am looking at how exposure to different types of ideas about what it means to be a girl may influence the way that teenage girls feel and think about themselves. Participation in the study involves the completion of a questionnaire (either over the web or on paper) and it takes around 45 minutes.
Participating in this study will give you a chance to explore some of your thoughts and beliefs about yourself, society, and the importance of attractiveness. In addition, the results of this study may be used to help other girls and young women with problems they may have in these areas. If you do decide to participate, your name will be entered
in a draw to win $100US as a thank-you for your help.
If you (or anyone you know) is a female between the ages of 14 and 19 and are interested in participating, simply visit the web site at http://cronus.uwindsor.ca/jillian1. (please forward this message to anyone you know that fits the description). If you are under 18 I also need your parents to fill in a consent form. For legal reasons this consent form must be printed out and mailed to me.
You can also fill out a paper and pencil version of the questionnaire (then you can avoid tieing up your internet connection, the cost of mailing me a parental concent form if you are under 18, etc). I would be happy to send you a paper version of the questionnaire package as well as a self-addressed, stamped envelope for your to send it back. If you would prefer that just send your name and address to my e-mail address leggatt@uwindsor.ca or jleggatt1@cogeco.ca
You can also contact me via email if you have any other questions or comments about my study.
I am having some difficulty getting the number of people I need so even if you can't participate, please pass on this message to any female riot grrrls between the ages of 14 and 19 (currently living in North America).
Thank you very much for your time,
Sincerely, Jillian"

which francesca lia block girl are you?
(quiz created by shelle)

the picture isn't very accurate is it. oh well, i don't care. i like that i got witch baby. i always thought i was witch baby.

you ought to be proud that i'm getting good markstracy is awesome. i found out that she has a livejournal thing, she's getting married, and she's a substitute teacher! i have never had a sub with a tongue piercing before. it would be so cool to see her in school some time. she also helped me get my own livejournal which i do intend to use. maybe i'll post the same thing at both places hahaa. or i can put up a slightly editted version there or something. who knows. anyway, the community there is really awesome.
i have decided that aj is not only The Dude from the big lebowski, but he is also clifford. you know. from clarissa explains it all. yeah. thats the guy. with the jacket.
also, i have a week's worth of posts up on this page! yes! i encourage you to scroll through them and remember all the good times we've had. not that anyone is actually reading this. the comment system wasn't worth it.

it's a cold cold world for a high school girl

brittany just went home (9:30 or thereabouts). when we woke up on sunday... well i can't rightly remember. oh yeah. we woke up around 12pm and lay in bed and talked for about an hour. then just when we were getting up, dad came and told us that he was leaving so he gave me $10 for us to go get sonic. brittany took a shower while i imported the celebration dance from unbecoming onto the computer, with plans to edit later. eventually, we moseyed on down to the sonic, with my camera, and we had a nice time filming things. like a bum and his collection of whatnots, including a sonic peppermint, napkins, cigarettes, one of those communion glasses, etc. there was this great bird eating a french fry, who kept hopping all over the place. after we finished eating, we walked across the street to the famous Service Over Self building and filmed it and filmed the guy picking up trash and his molester mustache. we came home and dad took us to the library. brittany got animal dreams by barbara kingsolver for her required summer reading, and the dolls house which is the second collection in the sandman series by neil gaiman. then we got the big lebowski because it's on the list of movies that kevin and elise are compiling that i have to see. we also got being john malkovich and backbeat. when we got back home, we editted the unbecoming celebration dance video. it looks as good as something that i filmed can. i might put up a clip, if brittany gives me permission. by the time we finished, it was raining, so we set up the camera in the window and danced around on my drive way. then we took the camera onto the porch, put it on top of the trash can, and played in a puddle (and the yard of a house for sale) across the street. i scraped my toe whilst kicking water at brittany. after a bit we came in and took showers before watching our beautiful home movies and then the big lebowski which was funny. the night before we'd watched fight club which we enjoyed and i would like to see again. parts of it reminded me of lord of the flies, which i didnt really like. you know, though, i meant enjoy that book more if i read it on my own. god damn, i had a horrible teacher that year. she kept trying to force her symbolism from that book on us. "the mulberry birthmark is foreshadowing symbolism that he's going to die in a fire," etc. i hate that woman. anyway though. maybe i should read the fight club book. (jerel obivously thinks i should.) after our movie was over was over, brittany and i messed with our movie and went online for a while before we went to bed, where we watched rushmore. (well, i watched it. i'd never seen the whole thing. brittany started trying to fall asleep before it was over. i don't know if she succeeded. we probably should have put on rat race, which would have entertained her more.) i ate three pieces of pizza and burned one and a half sticks of vanilla incense (two different brands) before the movie was over. and i had some organic apple juice. wonderful. today i woke up about 12:30 and started trying to edit the fact recitations and post show for unbecoming. before long, brittany came in, and we spent the best part of the day editting footage for our movie. it was long and tedious but we worked through it. our movie is about 30 minutes long so far. it's not really a "documentary" or anything. it's just us being stupid. it's fun. who knows if it will entertain anyone else, though. and it's not just US. it's my family and kevin and elise and laylee and random people on the street. after that, we watched being john malkovich which was creepy. we had wendy's for dinner and did brittany's music log and then she went home. she left her pillow here.

brittany just forced me to CUT OFF ALL HER HAIR

i'm not part of your circle of friends

brittany is over. she is using my house as her portal to the outside world before she enters the realm of the Week-long Hermit, in which she has no internet and no phone and no transportation for a week because her family is moving. she's on the phone right now with aj, in the other room and i am not disturbing them. he was supposed to come to memphis at some point this month, but it got pushed back to august and now it doesn't look like it's going to happen at all. but then again i'm not surprised, as nothing that gets planned ever happens when it gets planned by brittany.

burn down the disco, hang the dj
dad woke me up, like i asked him to, at 11am so that we could watch what i filmed from the three performances of unbecoming. we need to get done this weekend, so we didn't have time to edit it fancy. we just picked which version of each scene we liked best. actually, i'm supposed to splice one of the dances and i've already smashed together two halves of tell yourself, featuring my lovely sister. i think i'm going to upload a clip from it. (don't worry, brittany, it's really tiny! i found out how to do it. i can even do a streaming one.) i was also going to talk about synesthesia in this post, and how there are now images available for you to look at on the web site. to see them, go here. you have to manually change the number in the url from 002 to 003 to see more (and et cetera) but there aren't too many. so go.

COMMANDER VENUS MAKES ME INCREDIBLY HAPPY, THEREBY DESTORYING ITS ENTIRE PURPOSE AND I DON'T CARE.

If you were a Francesca Lia Block book, which one would you be? take the quiz here!
i KNEW i would get this. is anyone else surprised? i like the idea of this quiz. i wonder what other choices there are? i took it with alternate answers and got:


If you were a Francesca Lia Block book, which one would you be? take the quiz here!
i'm not sure which one is more appropriate. what do you think? as a book, i like echo better. .....i think. SO HARD TO CHOOSE. ;_;

hey counterfeit fake
i watched pulp fiction. i'm not going to ramble this time, i promise. i don't really know what i thought about it. i'm glad i saw it, i think. there were parts that were really funny, obviously. it's a strange movie. a movie that everyone should see. but... odd. one thing that i thought was kinda weird was that the whole time we were watching it i kept thinking about violet from violet and claire by francesca lia block. violet wanted to be a directer and she wanted to direct a movie. she made some comments about how her movie would be something like pulp fiction. i have always associated that movie with that book and now i'm not sure what to think about violet's movie. i didn't imagine it like that. maybe i should read the book again.

aLittleStarlight: sorry i disappeared
Glee Rainstar: sokay whered yu go
aLittleStarlight: the bathroom
aLittleStarlight: only to discover that
aLittleStarlight: the biggest puddle of pee ever created is covering half my room
aLittleStarlight: and i literally waded into it.
Glee Rainstar: ew...!!

my sins: they only belong to me

this evening, while dad and i were watching pete and pete, right after i finished eating my spaghetti with clam sauce and i was about to get some organic apple juice, the doorbell rang. dad answered the door as i quickly tried to quickly rid myself of spaghetti with clam sauce smell. (i don't know if it worked, but i was tasting it for a huge portion of the evening. i wish i had gotten some apple juice earlier.) elise was dressed crazy great because it was dress up day at theatre camp or something. (i REALLY wish i'd brought the camera with me, but i'd thought we were going to be dancing.) her initial outfit was normal enough (shorts, tie-dye tank top) but she had on this great scarf thing and someone had colored her short, bleached hair with a pink crayola marker and given her crazy dark eye makeup. kevin asked where the dog was, meaning irie, meaning she's on vacation, sorry to disappoint him. so we went to the infamous shell in overton park, but the thing we had been planning to go to was cancelled due to rain. (it wasn't raining then, but it had been earlier.) so we drove around for a while. kevin tried to pawn me. eventually, when we ended up back at overton park and laughed at old people playing golf, we decided to go to peabody place, because elise wanted to dance and she figured we could dance next to the bowling in jillian's. so we got there and first we went to hot topic where i was repeatedly terrified and i repeatedly annoyed elise and kevin, with my dislike for everything (which i also did in the car, with choice of music. i wouldnt have complained about some things but elise is wonderful and she actually asked and she knows i dont like john mayer. even though kevin did seem to enjoy my noise of terror at that superman song). elise asked the hot topic people why they didn't have sex pistols shirts and the guy tried to sell her a punk rock magazine that they didn't actually have. she ended up buying pixie wings and put them on immediately. as she said later, we must have been quite the threesome parading around peabody place. elise looked was telling everyone who commented on her outfit that she was a faery. crowds already part because of kevin's big, red, white-boy fro. and then of course me, kind of trailing along most of the time. but it was really nice. i didn't feel unincluded or anything, which i think is something that can EASILY happen when a couple and a friend all go out someplace together. at jillian's, elise and i walked to the lower floor and looked at the bowling. nobody was dancing, so we found kevin who was exhausting himself playing .. some game. elise did her monologe for me, which was great, but i probably shouldve asked her another time because she couldnt get COMPLETELY into it, seeing as we were in public. meaning, she couldn't start screaming like she was supposed to. let's see. we went into tower. we looked at magazines. there was this japanese magazine called cutie or something and whenever we looked at it, kevin and i started singing minimoni. except that all i could do was "minimoni telephone" and "ding ding ding" and he knew REAL WORDS and elise went crazy. elise and kevin tried to read some japanese thing about cowboy bebop and i read the le tigre article in the magazine i already bought (aehioaghe). the music in the store was giving me a really bad headache. we looked at posters (amazing how many were scantily-clad/nude women!) around that point we figured it was time to leave. elise went into this chocolate store while kevin and i marvelled at this gigantimous stuffed bear that was sitting on this bench outside the store, wearing this little shirt that said "give me the chocolate and nobody gets hurt." we were just discovering that it was chained to the bench when this security guard came up and started talking to us and telling us that like. some 10-year-old boy had donated the bear and the bench and said that he wanted to see them whenever he came back. that some 3-year-old boy named him Peabody Boy. that some man had offered $10 million for the bear and they wouldnt sell. so elise and kevin and i started to leave, you know, go to the escalators, and he CAME WITH US and that scared me. well you know. i guess it was just annoying, but i dont think it bothered kevin and elise (of course). we were leaving the parking garage and we discovered that it had been raining, hard, and it was lightning everywhere. kevin's dad called to find out if we had gotten caught in the rain, which we obviously hadn't. they were just about to drop me off back at home (my head was killing me) when we decided to go to sonic instead! bliss! sonic! wondrous! kevin treated elise and i, which was very nice and i love him. elise had a fudge sundae, kevin had an m&m blast, and i had an oreo blast. to put it bluntly, it was a fucking great time. i think there was something in the ice cream because we all got REALLY hyper and we were laughing at everything. at one point, when elise finished her sundae, she wanted to put the trash on that little desk thing thats under the ordering thing. so kevin rolled down the window and he was trying to put it on there and he dropped it and elise and i laughed really loudly for a long time kevin was unsuccessfully attempting to get the cup and put it back on the thingie. needless to say, the whole place was looking at us. including this group of christian youth, from across the street at the Service Over Self place. when they were leaving, they were all staring at us funny so elise started screaming (the windows were rolled down unfortuneately) but they probably heard her anyway. the whole thing was really funny, i can't even tell you. unfortuneatly, we had to go home eventually. so we did. it was raining. but apparently right after they dropped me off here, right next to the cuban restaurant that used to be captain d's, some guy tried to merge INTO kevin, who swerved and ran over the curb but managed to keep the car and its passengers intact. bravo.
please note the beautiful picture of the recently built SOS building. it's across the street from sonic. in that image, you should be seeing midtown foods, the antique place, and (across the street) the smart mart, the laundromat, a real sky. that kind of thing. i guess they don't want to admit that they built their new thingie in a pretty ugly place so they had to put big fake clouds/sky on it to make it look godly. and i don't seem to remember the road being so black and the grass being so green. come to think, IS there any grass there? i will have to go take a real picture of it tomorrow for you guys. someone remind me.

try this trick and spin it

i watched part of amélie again while i ate my love pasta or whatever it's called. i will tell you now, that was the longest it has ever taken me to make packaged macaroni. first, there were no clean pots. so i had to wash one, no big deal. but to do so, i had to load the dishwasher because there was literally no room in the sink for anything. i was very pleased to discover that there was ONE bowl left. long story short, my pasta was invaded by ants, i missed most of the movie, and half the macaroni landed on the floor before i got a chance to eat it.
then dad came to take me away to the oral surgeon's before amélie was over. in the car, i was reading feed and i was telling him about this filet mignon farm, in the book, and a couple other things. and people that the author was compared to. my poor father. he's hardly read any of the classics. he just saw the movie. the oral surgery checkup itself was really wonderful. just because nothing happened. we spent a couple minutes in the waiting room. i read a little more in feed and dad read some money magazine. the people called me in and i listened to that horrible "sister christian" song. then mr. oral surgeon came and said that my mouth looks "great" and that one of the thingies is getting a lot of exposure. or something. which is good, as far as i can tell. and i told him that my mouth/teeth/whatnot still hurts/is tender and he said that it will continue to do that until i see the orthodontist. but i think that it will still hurt when i see the orthodontist becuase the orthodontist is an EVIL MAN. anyway, he told me to keep rinsing my mouth with sat water. so then we left. it was really easy. i discovered my father in the waiting room reading in the middle of my book. as it turns out, he'd gotten interested in it, and for my father, that means he read the last page. and apparently he didn't think it was much of an ending, so he read the page before that. and then the whole chapter, and the chapter before that. and he's crazy. (the chapters are not very long. you leave the man alone for five minutes...) to say the least, i HATE reading ahead and people who read ahead.
so he took me to turtle's and i had planned to spend my allowance on a new cd case. but they didn't have the kind i wanted which really sucks. i'm not that picky about them, believe me, but i wanted the long kind that holds. who knows. however many it holds. 48 or something? that really annoyed me that they didn't have ANY. they didn't have what i was looking for along the lines of UPCOMING BIRTHDAYS..... so i got surfer rosa by the pixies and whip-smart (used) by liz phair. for myself. let's see though. surfer rosa is ok, but i don't like it nearly as much as doolittle. well, at least not yet. you never know. it took me a while to get as into doolittle as i am right now, which is kind of why i ended up buying another pixies album today. i haven't listened to liz phair yet because i put it in the computer just now and it wouldn't register and it popped back out. and that worries me. i better go see if it plays elsewhere.
so soon i'm off to overton park with kevin and elise to see if the thing is actually happening. apparently no one is sure? or not about the time anyway. if the thing isn't actually happening, we're going to do other things.

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Take the What High School
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What obscure band are you?

You are worth exactly: $1,107,020.00, which is a lot lot lot less than everyone else seems to get. I always knew I was cheap.

i can't wait to crawl out of my shell

it would appear that it's a good time for resurrection here on the blog front. if you haven't been already, visit she.speaks.good.english and have a wonderful time. and also become a member. last night i was awake for forever and ever after i went to bed. i hate that this keeps happening! it's probably a proven fact that people are happier when they stay up really late and then sleep really late rather than going to bed earlier and getting up earlier. my body just hates sleep that much, i guess. the whole bonfire madigan cd played, and i must have been delusional because i kept imaging that i heard noises coming out of my stereo. it was crazy. after a while i ended up putting on a tori cd (to venus and back) and i fell asleep before that was over, thank god. even though it didn't feel like it.
please note that i woke up this morning, looked at the clock, and thought it said 12 something. so i thought to myself, "wow thats pretty good, considering how late i was up." and i stared at the clock some more and decided that it said 10 something, which was even better. then the little digital numbers finally made themselves known to me, and why i woke up at 8:35am, no one will ever know. it's incredibly distressing. and it felt like i hadn't slept at all, so i tried to, but the cat KNEW I WAS AWAKE of course, as usual. so she came and sat on me and looked pitiful and i had to pet her. i'm truly starving. does anyone have any suggestions for people who ... can't eat? i'm going to live the rest of my life on cheesy alfredo.
today i have a check-up at the oral surgeon place so hopefully he'll tell me that everything is fine and i will never feel pain in my mouth area again. ever. but he will probably end up telling me that not only have i gotten an infection from not rinsing with enough salty water, but my mouth now supports several fungi. (somewhat like the fun guy on my mother's toe?) he's also going to prescribe me to some crazy medicine that makes my head bloat up like those fat-headed goldfish. but really he will just ask me where the hell that little thing that he put in my mouth is. and let me tell you, i don't really know. it came out while i was eating and i told dad and dad said "maybe we should keep it" so i gave it to him and i think he ate it or something. we decided that it was a suture. mom said, on the phone, that those were supposed to disintegrate or something? who knows. so i guess thats ok that it fell out.
as previously stated, i am supposed to go to that thing at overton square this evening with kevin and elise. i hope it goes well. i thought about taking the camera, but that will be a real burden, somewhat like at hunter's party, only that was kind of on purpose and most of the time i wasn't even the person holding it, so i guess that doesn't count. but uh. if you would like (green) pictures from the party email me. whaogiiaiaeooeaoie

alanna's brilliant (accidental) review of amélie

a little while ago, i watched amélie, which i enjoyed thoroughly. brittany, for your information, i had NO problem watching it with my dad, embarassment-wise. (the other night, we watched velvet goldmine, featuring fully nude ewan mcgregor.) amélie was a wonderfully likeable character, and audrey tautou did a brilliant job portraying her. (really, i dont think anyone else could have done it. that smile! those eyes! goodness gracious) the vibrant visual affect was gorgeous and stunning, and the cinematography part was really interesting. (i watched the special feature on that. truly fascinating.) not only was the camerawork amazing (in scenes like this one), but the way everything was presented. like how a lot of the shots were red- and/or green-focused with one other color. like there were a few in amélie's apartment where most everything was red, there was a bit of yelllow, and like. there would be one really blue lamp. (just like this) and that kind of thing isn't so obvious i guess, like you dont say 'look theres a blue lamp' but it gives a really nice effect to the movie, even if you cant put your finger on what exactly it is. also, a lot of the scenes were sort of tinted. like, even when they were dark, they were really blue or green or something along those lines. i think if i end up watching it again tomorrow, i may enjoy it even more, because i'll be able to focus MORE on the images and not reading everything. it's a very very visual movie, and i could tell even without the behind the scenes stuff that they had spent a long time choosing just how to do certain shots and whatnot. a lot of times i would get captivated by what was going on in the picture rather than what was going on under it, in the text. the movie did seem kind of long, but that definitley wasn't a bad thing. i wouldn't have minded if it was longer, but it didn't really need to be. a few minutes of it before the very end frustrated me somewhat. (just the extent of her shyness, i think.) and. well i don't want to spoil this for anyone, so if you haven't seen it, then (to quote sara) work that scrollie mouse!
right. as i was saying, the extent of her shyness. at the beginning and stuff, just starting that whole 'quest' thing, it seems like if she was really so shy as they made her out to be near the very end, she wouldn't have actually done ANYTHING. and really, do you know any shy waitresses? so at the end, those two people, whats their names? joseph and georgette, from the bar. yes well, whoever they were, they didn't seem to end very happily. and another thing, everything (for the most part) did turn out all right, but it seemed to me that some of the things amélie did were not ... the best thing to do. she meant well and everything, and everyone turned out happy, but you know? like the thing with the gnome was hilarious, but when she first stole him it upset me greatly. her poor devestated father. actually, i got over that, especially when she brought him back. so that doesn't really count. but uh. the fake lettter, i found that to be kind of cruel. i guess i would though.
but anyway, i love the movie. i'm done now.

pull this thread as i walk away

my teeth hurt like ANYTHING. it's really uncool. i had oral surgery last thursday, and last night right before i went to bed they started hurting more than they have hurt all week. and it's so sad too because i actually attempted to eat pizza last night, and succeeded fairly well. oh well. so i'm back to pasta (cheesy alfredo by kraft). i already ate all the pudding. dad doesn't want me to take the strong painkillers until he comes home from work, god knows why not. kroger's extra strength Pain Reliever does NOT do any good, let me tell you. i just had crazy memories of my dream from last night about. i dont know. i remember people from OOVTT and going into this little miniature jungle petting zoo, except that the lions were out to get me. it took me forever and ever to get to sleep last night, and then i had to get haunted by a crazy dream. wonderful.

other things alanna remembers about last night:
--thinking that if the cd (house tornado by throwing muses) ended before i fell asleep, i would get up and finish feed
--deciding to partially resurrect the cam archives, for lack of things to do
--reminding myself that i could musically link kristin hersh to frank black. like in the six degrees of kevin bacon. i think i fell asleep while i was doing it though, because i don't ever remember getting there. or maybe i got side-tracked trying to make it longer than four degrees.

if you go, i will surely diewell. it's true. my blog has been resurrected. how long it will last, none can say. why did i decide to revive my blog today? god knows (except not). but ah. send your good karma towards the little project, if you will. but as you can see, i don't have an archive or the cam pages or anything like i used to. yes, the Currents bit is as long as ever. i'm hoping that this time around i won't get so involved in my blog, or that my parents won't freaking find it, or that it won't come up on google searches, or something.
if you remember, the reason it died in the first place (near the end of february) was because. well basically my parents heard from a friend that if you search for some things on google (like the name of the play my dad and sister were in) my blog would come up. so dad searched and found it and read, etc. he asked me to stop using and remove all previous obscene language from the premises, and i didn't want to, so i changed URLs and hoped that it wouldn't come up on google anymore. then i proceeded to fix all the links to wwf (ehehehehehe) from DOY and morgan's blog, etc, and dad FOUND IT AGAIN. and ASKED ME AGAIN. and i still didnt want to, so i deleted it. yeah, i've kinda been posting for the last couple months but it's mostly just quiz result thingies.
so anyway though. right now. brittany has left her heart with me in memphis. everyone on earth has seem amelie but me, and it would seem that kevin is in love with it. a lot. he saw it in the theatre six times. i think i'm suppposed to go someplace with kevin and elise on thursday, but who knows if it will actually happen. it would be really great to get out of the fucking house and do something. dad has forgotten yet again to bring my required reading home from the library, so here i am watching noggin and reading somewhat and resurrecting things that should still be dead.
alanna's tv schedule today:
pete and pete (times two)
kids say the darndest things (times two)
daria (times two)
clarissa explains it all
half of sessions at 54th on trio (the beth orton half.)
about ten seconds of the one-hour bjork thing i taped.

....... please someone. PLEASE someone come and take me away.

we take metaphors this far

this is probably illegal, but this book hasnt actually been published yet. and who's looking? anyway, this is an excerpt from feed by m.t. anderson and. well. please read it when it comes out in october.

Violet was off someplace talking to the doctor. I say “someplace” because we were using the examination room to blow needles at an anatomical guy’s basket.
Link and Calista were standing real close by the vibrating bath, and I realized that they had probably decided to hook up. It looked like Calista was getting over Link being so stupid, which was brag, because he’s a nice guy. Quendy sat there on the table, glaring at them.
Violet came back from the doctor. She was all intense looking. She said she’d found a place she wanted to show me. I said sure, and I went wit her. We went out into the hall. Now I could hear the lights again. The shouting from the examination room was more distant. We walked for a ways through some tubes and so on. People floated by automatically on gurneys.
She walked in front of me. Her slippers went fitik, fitik, sliss, fitik on the floors. They were soft sounds, like the sounds mouths make when they open and close. I watched here from behind. When we stopped to wait for an uptube, she lifted her ankle so her heel came out of the slipper, and with her toes she slid it back and forth on the tiles without thinking about it. She massaged the floor. When the uptube was free, she settled her foot back in, and walked, fitik, fitik, sliss, fitik, right on in.
She took me up to a huge window. We stood in front of it. Outside the window, there had been a garden, like, I guess you could call it a courtyard or a terrarium? But a long time ago the glass ceiling over the terrarium had cracked, and so everything was dead, and there was moon dust all over everything out there. Everything was gray.
Also, something was leaking air and heat out in the garden, lots of waste air, and the air was rocketing off into space through the hole, so all of the dead vines in the garden were standing straight up, slapping back and forth, pulled toward the crack in the ceiling where we could see the stars.
“Whoa,” I said.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
“It’s like…,” I said. “It’s like a squid in love with the sky.”
She was only looking at me, which was nice. I hadn’t felt anything like that for a long time.
She rubbed my head, and she went, “You’re the only one of them that uses metaphor.”
She was staring at me, and I was staring at her, and I moved toward her, and we kissed. The vines beat against each other out in the gray, dead garden, they were all writhing against the spine of the Milky Way on its edge, and for the first time, I felt her spine too, each knuckle of it, with my fingers, while the air leaked and the plants whacked each other near the silent stars.

commander venus
belly
lois
that dog
natalie macmaster
pogues
k's choice
black lab
dead milkmen
palomar
autoclave
solex
doves
drugstore
pj harvey
bodyjar
softies
missy elliott
kasey chambers
crzy britsih reefer song
blue citrus hearts
gore gore girls
amazing plaid
BECCA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

early punk

http://zlilo.com/~sammich/mp3/ this person has some cool stuff.
http://www.x96.com/music/downloads.asp
http://www.coolgrrrls.com
http://allofmp3.com
http://girlpunk.net
http://www.epitonic.com/


labels: http://killrockstars.com/soundvideo/
http://www.lookoutrecords.com/sounds/
http://www.kpunk.com/Audio_Video/index.html
http://www.hopelessrecords.com/sounds.php