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Hey, who's reading this? I'll screen messages. I would really like to know. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2007|02:23 am] |
Mall Drugs with Little Sister
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| Love in the land of odd... |
[Mar. 14th, 2006|04:35 pm] |
I have worked on a project where I gave over 100 hand-written, individual love letters to strangers as tickets to an event to hear 3 people talk about love. The letters were perfumed, and about half contained locks of my hair.
Additionally, letters were sent to me answering the question "does any good come from heartbreak?". The letter-writers were invited to share their thoughts on love and lovesickness as well.
The strange experience of intimately engaging all of the people and keeping a somewhat anonymous distance was an experiment in love, loneliness, and gravity.
The response was absolutely wonderful, and so enthusiastic. I could not have been more thrilled if I had taken flight.
I have uploaded a few here, and the rest will be there shortly:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lovelettersoflaurenbride .
xo |
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| "Why School Was Good Today" |
[Nov. 30th, 2004|11:55 pm] |
Things taught in school today:
1) Faerie(land) is frightening, and often a nasty place; it can be entered at any time, unknowingly, without any clear means of escape. It is not always sweet and is never containable.
2) Faerie(land) is not really the living world or the world of the dead, but exists simultaneously between both worlds. It can occupy the same physical space as this world, but have a completely different set of rules pertaining to time / space / states of being.
i) People from Faerie can change form and may appear young or old, or anthropomorphic.
ii) A hundred years in Faerie may be only a few drowsy moments in the human world.
3) Gentlemen who find themselves lucky enough to have a faerie bride may be disappointed to learn that she turns into vapour upon entering the bedchamber, or becomes bird when kissed and flies away.
4) The old Breton* word for Faerie(land) is translated into "Land of the Living".
* Celtic settlement in France, near shore nearest to England.
5) A faerie being can die a mortal death, and be born again as a human, without knowing he / she is a faerie. It is only after some extraordinary occurrences that his / her true self becomes clear.
Some examples of such extraordinary occurrences:
i) Being followed by animals, large or small rocks, plants or trees especially while playing music, dancing, telling a story (especially if one is captivating by one's use of language), or fixed by some other personal enchantment.
ii) Disappearing while under an apple tree.
iii) Being hunted by birds for one's hair.
6) Faerie is accessible in particular places, at particular times, for those with pure hearts, which are set on pure love (Icham forlorn).
...and for many other reasons. Sometimes things just make sense. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2004|05:36 pm] |
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I know this is a longshot, but did anyone happen to pick up a copy of the National Post on Saturday? I never read that goddamn paper, but there is a picture of me in it dressed up. If I get it, I'll show it here so you can laugh..... |
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[Sep. 7th, 2004|06:57 pm] |
See www.theshoremag.com for a short story by me...it will be up for a couple of days, and then stored on the page's archives for ever and ever. The title is "The Essential Difference Between Houses and Castles".
I will also have some artwork in the print version of the magazine, which launches in October...
It is so odd, I wanted to have a day alone for so long, but now, with this and with a few other things I just want so much for there to be someone to share it with. I must be spoiled. |
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| surprise! |
[Aug. 12th, 2004|04:40 pm] |
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I often dream I am pregnant with creatures and things. Like swarms of bees with honey oozing from my belly button. And a giraffe. A litter of puppies. A shark. A colourful bird. I get them often and they are all different. I don't know why.. People have told me all sorts of reasons. I think it is just personal and they are my babies and that is all, thank you kindly.
Anyhow, recently I dreamed I had berry babies. They were very frisky and wild. They were about 1 part nice to 3 parts naughty. The berry babies ran everywhere, just everywhere! They did not like to be held by others. They were experts at running and hiding in small places and requiring a lot of patience and coaxing. They also loved to jump all over me.
( berry babies ) |
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[Aug. 10th, 2004|01:29 pm] |
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My sister Caroline is 11. She is really fantastic.
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