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Jun. 7th, 2001 11:27 ambuses and trains screech and squeal in the air outside. other's images are flying by like mad, and i'm left to discern what's worthwhile.
it sounds like dogs and madmen out there on the street. i thought briefly about locking up and taking my camera out for a walk, but i thought better of it and grabbed my bowl, brush, and a couple bottles of color. i lined all of them up in a neat little row, all the oranges and reds- red hot, pillarbox, tulip and crush. i wasn't feeling very brave or very neon-like, so i mixed and spread a half teaspon each of pillarbox red and orange crush on my bangs. i don't know if the underlying pink had anything to do with it, but on my head now is the most fantastic deep shade of red orange- the color of five different flavors of koolaid mixed in one pitcher, poured in a glass and mixed with gin, sipped in a tub filled with bubbles and bodies- the water no match for the way he makes you feel.
it sounds like dogs and madmen out there on the street. i thought briefly about locking up and taking my camera out for a walk, but i thought better of it and grabbed my bowl, brush, and a couple bottles of color. i lined all of them up in a neat little row, all the oranges and reds- red hot, pillarbox, tulip and crush. i wasn't feeling very brave or very neon-like, so i mixed and spread a half teaspon each of pillarbox red and orange crush on my bangs. i don't know if the underlying pink had anything to do with it, but on my head now is the most fantastic deep shade of red orange- the color of five different flavors of koolaid mixed in one pitcher, poured in a glass and mixed with gin, sipped in a tub filled with bubbles and bodies- the water no match for the way he makes you feel.
