| A Dream of a Thousand Cats |
[04 Jun 2009|07:09am] |
And I was but one, lost in the sea, through cat eyes I knew, you were forever gone to me.
It's been a few days, but I still don't seem to be dealing any better. The only reason I'm on here now is I have a lot of catch up to play with email and although I'm trying to get back to everyone personally, I thought I'd post here in case they might see it and not think I've fallen off the face of the earth.
I was in the midst of writing another one of my real life adventures for Gothic Beauty Magazine and all along I had such a weird feeling the entire morning. As I was finishing up my final edit and was finally happy with the ending, I read it to myself and then I received the news. A most beguiling creature, the woman I wrote of in my story, for it was a tale of when her and I were together and ran off to New Orleans, had tragically taken her own life.
I was devastated. I still am. Truly the only woman I ever loved. Our relationship was one of those passionate, storybook tales with carefully penned letters sealed with wax and stolen moments of moonlight.
I thought I would write more but.... I'm not. Some things I've decided are simply not for blatant display on the internet. As my fame has increased, as well as the slightly frightening emails, I've been advised to keep some distance. I now have an assistant to handle the internet based facades of myself as it were. I still read everything (at least at this moment), but I keep direct contact to a minimum. This journal may be the only slightly intimate thing I maintain, which means I'm cutting the friends' list to a very small group I know I can trust with personal details. I know I can do filtered lists and such, but I really just don't have the time to even keep up with this huge list as it is. I prefer to get away from some of this constant complaining and just stay in touch with a small group of those I care about. I'm moving most of my blogging to Gothic Beauty's new website.
As my privacy is invaded more and more everyday, I hide more and cling to the tiny moments of solitude. It is a relief to be moving, as my own home address has been compromised. It's not a fresh start, but that's not what I really want or need, but it will be a return to the only home I've truly loved, the sea. And a fresh start at privacy.
Thankfully, I have a loving family within the Gothic Beauty Magazine staff and they've so sweetly let me dedicate this next issue of the magazine to my beloved Calin. I found out far too late to save you my darling. But in the end, I think only you could save yourself, and this is what you chose.
I think you've come and taken some of your photos, the one you took of me is missing. The locked leather bound box I've kept your letters in has been broken and it looks like you've read them all again. I never knew just why I paid the toll of the blessed monsieur and took his gravedirt, but now I see. I've drank and smoke with Papa Legba and soon we will dance. I've stood the storms with Oya, the gates will be opened to me. Walk the veil.
A dream of a thousand cats
a thousand nights
a thousand lies
Pulling down the moon
she kissed and sighed
a thousand times
Running barefoot through my head
don't ask why she said
a thousand nights
The moon was afoot
and stars would fall
bring me the skies
and all it's lies
the sun shines too soon
on a thousand moons
A thousand nights we flee
my delirious angel
and me
~A
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| Season of the Witch |
[29 Apr 2009|10:44am] |
Some really odd things have been happening, but I don't really feel like going into too much detail, I do believe I'm already considered by many to be a bit "tetched in the head" as we'd say in the South (at least my family would) or just plain ol' loony, so perhaps it's best to keep my mouth shut. But it's having one of those lifelong, I'll never find the answer, life changing questions - actually answered. It stunned me so much that I just had to sit down and I fell into a bit of a daze. I'm extremely excited. I should be packing, but all I want to do is continue to do more research and experiments.
I also got news I'm to be in another pin up book (her first!) by one of my favourite artists and dear friends, Erica Hesse! She's doing a new pin up piece based off some new photos. Jay Fife, another dear friend, just told me his new pin up book is coming out and I'm in it like five times! I'm very bouncy excited!
( Erica's paintings of me and me as VooDoo Baby )
Laura sent me more edits from our shoot and I just have to share them, and it's this one that I did title Season of the Witch, which I give my utmost respect to Natasha Mostert who wrote a very compelling novel of the same name.
Model: Me
Photographer: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lauradark
Bring me a kettle
Bring me a crow
Sit by the fire
Tell me what you know
Sell me your shoes
I'll give you some wine
Kiss the beggar on the check
Leave him a dime
Part in darkness
Twenty and four
Take no money
Leave here poor
Find ye a maiden
Spare me the crone
See if she's able
Bring me her bones
-the Swamp Witch (© Anastasia Heonis 2009) (So far I've unsuccessfully put this to music, right now, it just sounds damn creepy.)
( for the love of sanity, do not click this if you do not want to see me nude, NWS, d'uh )
requieminblack, sent you an email, I hope I sent it to the right addy this time!
ETA: To whoever loves to report me to Photobucket (which seriously, I forget doesn't approve of the nudity), I adore that my naked form threatens you that much. Easily fixed you know, got a ton of places to host photos, including my own site. And I've got it narrowed down to two people - I'm really not surprised.
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| Non stop GO! |
[25 Apr 2009|11:31am] |
I'm savoring every drop of this coffee on this wonderful lazy Saturday morning... because this past week has been especially busy. Packed up the entire studio, did five shoots I think(?) this week, got more reference shot for an artist, still have the day job that required me to be on the roof in 20mph winds and rain taking pictures of the work we did, drive here, there and everywhere. Yay! I'm really not surprised I forgot to eat for two days. I am so pleased with how much I've gotten done though. Even got more packing of the house done. Oh! And best of all - Krypto's blood test came back and the white blood cell count is just a tiny bit below normal, completely within the healthy range of his treatments! The powers of positive thinking. It's amazing what can be done when you put yourself in the proper mindset. Because truthfully, I should be a basket case by now, Damion too. But we're just two happy, yet crazy, peas in a pod - determined to reach our goals.
I got roses last night from my sweetie, lauradark to celebrate our belated anniversary! And we shot again.... fabulous stuff. First we did some stuff for Drac in a Box (posting later) and crashed a wedding at the Conservatory (not on purpose! you would think they would make the Conservatory private for a wedding!). I knew we'd garner some looks, but I didn't plan on a wedding party! Then we headed back to the studio and proceeded to cause the place to smoke up... heavily. Oh the hilarity in setting these shots up.
lauradark is going to move with me, she just doesn't know it yet.
Yep, yep, that's me. Shot by Laura and the dress? A Dark Acid Original! Heh!
( more dark glamour this way... )
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| Vamps, tramps and the search for the right lipstick |
[21 Apr 2009|07:18am] |
Haha, that reminds me of my old nickname in high school..... oh my. Pretty much brought on by a drunken night hanging out at the lake where a very drunk Matt suddenly turned to me and exclaimed quite excitedly beneath the moonlight, "Wow! Your hair is so black!" Did I mention Matt was something of an Einstein? Yeah, quite brilliant, especially when drunk. So I had to point out that even his hair looked quite dark out in the secluded darken area, even though his hair was a shocking pale blond. He was insistant.
"Yeah... but your hair is really black, like the night. You're like a vampire!"
"What the hell are you drinking? And how much have you had?"
"Naw man, it's cool, it's wicked man, I like it."
"You're drunk, you like everything."
"Hahaha, you're so awesome. I dig the look. Vamp. Hey guys.... hey....!"
And so he preceded to inform the rest of our little crew that everyone needed to call me Vamp, since all were drunk, everyone agreed.... and then it got around the school, which is a bit shocking considering how large the school was and my graduating class was somewhere around 350 people. And suddenly, I became known simply as Vamp. (Of course the day I passed out at school and was carted out on a stretcher to the ER, it got around I died from a coke overdose, when I didn't die, I was known as a coke fiend, but that's another tale.) My nickname story is quite amusing, now my best mate and later flat mate at the time..... well, she was with us that night and Matt was determined she needed a nickname too. And then Def Leppard came on the radio, playing "Pour Some Sugar on Me" and what's the line? Oh yes...... looking like a tramp, like a video vamp... and Matt, ecstatic my new nickname was already mentioned, gave my dear Kara a rhyming nickname - Tramp. Which the woman, I must admit, wore with pride. And we became known at Tramp & Vamp, hell, we even went so far to make business cards as a total joke and wrote some insanely trashy romance crap involving characters on us with the same name. Ah yes.... memories.
I was going somewhere with this, wasn't I? Oh yes! What a lovely day yesterday was, chock full of surprises! I got lovely smelly scents in the post, a wonderful surprise from cupcake_goth (THANK YOU!!!!) which included another surprise inside that but I don't think I can say anything yet. Took advantage of Sephora's sale at the mall where I ran into one of the mua's who works with me on shoots and she dug up some stuff we thought they were out of - very excited to try this awesome sparkly lipstick from Lancome, although for some unknown reason, Lancome sounds like something grandma would wear. I cannot resist dark and sparkly. I still have not found the perfect deep plum almost black lipstick though. I don't want cheesy crap matte black from the costume shop and I cannot find the right colour. The really dark ones are too brown. I'm going to try Kat Von D's stuff, although the names on some products are pretty cheesy, in that "huh?" kind of way. I did get what I feel is the perfect Drop Dead Gorgeous red from Make Up Forever, we'll see once it's on. Got a surprise gift of a dress from a company as a "thank you" and shoes and boots came in for a shoot, so it's a little like Christmas. And a reminder that I am not packing up all these clothes, time to get rid of some of the older stuff. I want to lessen the load for the move.
Later in the evening, I discovered Scott has done another Vampi piece based off my reference photos for him.
Moonbeam Vampirella by Scott Ambruson
I adore this.
I also must confess, I've found some time to read and have indulged, quite guiltily, in paranormal romance. Oh the trashiness! It's rather lovely.
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| Steals, deals and a lovely dinner |
[19 Apr 2009|07:40am] |
And more stuff I don't really need to mention on LJ.
Anyhoo!
Yesterday, although "work" was involved as we headed to the studio to pack it up, we stopped at the antique malls on the way back since it would be most likely the last time we hit those shops before we move and I got some lovely deals although I must admit, as we walked through the aisles joking about who lost what and was there to reclaim their stuff after some smiteful child who might have sold it or something rude or about sex; we noticed there just wasn't a lot of stuff there we really wanted. Not even the omg stuff that we usually lust over and argue where to put it. The amazing antique bar from an 1800's soda shop was sold and would have proved by far the most expensive to move as I think it would have taken a dozen men. The antique telephone booth was gone. Proof positive we had pretty much bought all Ohio has to offer us, time to move! Hahaha!
Having been far too rushed to have a proper drink in weeks, I decided tequila was in order last night and mommyslilmonstr created an amazing dinner from scratch. The man is brilliant, I'm not going to lie and I think a lot of people do, but it was his looks that caught my attention. Looks may not be what you fall in love with, but I think it's what attracts people, and everyone has different tastes, so I don't understand why this is such a big deal and people freak out over it. For me, I go for men with jaws that could cut open cans and I prefer the whole tall, dark and handsome routine. Although this boy seems every bit his Irish background. Hell, maybe it was totally primal as I go for much younger men and I've chosen features that relay being "virile" at least according to some medical journal I read. Like reproducing is something I care about!
Anyhoo - cut to chase, eh? He's a gorgeous man and it turned out he could cook and as more years passed, his passion for cooking grew. Being raised in the South, I think I lose my Southern Belle card if I couldn't cook. Naturally I'm the only one up here that seems to know how to make biscuits from scratch. I can also deep fry anything. And have. Among my friends and dates through the years, I've been the only one that could find five uses for Balsamic vinegar.
Cooking with Damion has been amazing, I realized as we were enjoying dinner at some Italian place and picking apart their recipe for sage gnocchi, that we had in fact become "foodies". So last night was experiment night and Damion made black bean burgers from scratch. Amazing. So much more flavourful than the frozen black bean burgers from Morning Star and better than the ones served at our local Max & Erma's. They take some prep work, but you end up with extras that you can freeze. We served it with roasted corn because I was pretty much too wasted to attempt anything with a large knife - else I would have made fresh potato chips with parmesan cheese and oregano.
So those looking for a fresh vegetarian option, and for open minded omnivores, Damion has posted the recipe.
Clicky me for nom nom!
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| With a turn of the card and a turn of your palm... |
[05 Apr 2009|01:39pm] |
Let Madame Astárte reveal your destiny.
Model/Styling: Myself
Photographer: lauradark
We both had fun pulling the set together, combining our finds and fighting with general set trickiness. And the ouija board, teacup (of doom) and cards are all in the shots and what a fight they were! I adore the fact I got to use my vintage art deco lamps in this set instead of having them just sit on my dresser. My crown is a fabulous antique find unearthed by my mum, used in the Order of the Eastern Star, the female sect of the Masonic Temple.
As much as I am ready to leave this state, there are a few people I want to kidnap and take with me when we move to the coast, Laurakins is one of them. I think she'll fit in that vintage trunk in the corner there.
Destiny for a dime!
Trouble afoot!
( what do the cards hold? )
As a side note, it's really hard to concentrate on thinning out the wardrobe, reducing clutter, and start packing when mommyslilmonstr is playing bass and singing The Misfits, especially when he hits my favourite songs. His voice is full of honeyed charm and I've always had a thing for bassists. We're going to set up a small studio in the new place for recording, although I ponder how much recording will get done considering how much music can move me and when he sings, well, let's just say it melts more than my heart.
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| Faster than a speeding bullet |
[26 Mar 2009|05:16pm] |
Living up to his name, Krypto the Superdog, has proven to us that 3 legs was not going to slow him down! Although it was rough that first day after surgery (how many of us would have even tried to get up?), he was just so relieved to see us and get home. There were some really tough moments, I even collapsed in the kitchen in tears after witnessing him struggle and fall. But I bit my tongue, I remembered I would be strong for him and for me.
The first night, we all slept on the floor with him but it was becoming clear the next day that he really wanted to return back to his old routine. The first day after surgery, he did manage to get down our steep deck stairs without much issue although going up stairs was a bit of a problem. Second day after surgery, he mastered going down stairs and jumping up in his favourite chair, the couch and our bed and the third day he mastered going up stairs. By the fourth day he was even ready to play, but we had to keep his activities limited and watch his stitches. The bruising healed within days, it was almost freakish how quickly it faded. He does get tired a bit more easily these days, but it's to be expected as he builds muscle in his remaining rear leg which is starting to develop into the super strong third leg!
Stitches came out last week and he finally got to really play and the dog is still super fast. He's back to doing all his normal things and his hair is starting to come back in. I'll kind of miss it as when his hackles went up, he had a wicked mohawk on his rump!
We do start the chemo shortly. But I'm renaming them as his super power sessions and I have my reasons.
( one pic is not recommended for those with a weak stomach )
Thank you to all who left messages, comments, etc. I do sincerely appreciate it, we all do. Know that Krypto is doing fabulous and if any one of you have to go through something like this, it will probably be harder on you than your beloved pet. Humans are so attached to limbs, but animals, well... they just know how to not only survive, but to thrive. Krypto has taught me so much during this time.
VIVA LE CHIEN!
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| Confirmed |
[27 Feb 2009|08:09am] |
Cold nose, warm heart
Thank you to all who commented my last entry, I did read them all, and read them to Krypto, I just don't seem to have the strength to really respond to everyone. I don't recall ever feeling so absolutely gutted in all my life. I am always the strong one, even in the face of emergencies with blood gushing so much you can't figure out who is really bleeding, I've been the one who kept everyone calm and took care of things. I witnessed death so much, even witnessed a murder of a friend, watched a brutal attack as I lied half conscious and restrained.
But nothing ever felt like this.
They called to confirm the other night, it is bone cancer, due to it's aggressive nature, they will amputate his back right leg at the hip to remove it all. Although his chest x-rays are clear, they are concerned there could be microscopic cancer cells in his lungs that could develop into mastasis, and then there is nothing we can do. So after the amputation, he'll undergo chemo to hopefully kill any remaining cancer that could be lurking.
We've started to "baby proof" the house to minimize the damage that could occur to the leg that has been so weakened by cancer. We've not fully moved to our downstairs, but we've minimumized the amount of stairs he has to use. The hardest part has been trying to keep the world's most active dog still. We had let him out the other night and Damion was holding me as I was crying, wondering if Krypto would be able to do lure coursing and I had said this out loud and within minutes, Damion was looking out the door, then running out it, yelling for Krypto to stop - for he had taken off in a full speed (knock you over) run and was, I kid you not, weaving in and out of the posts underneath the deck - essentially coursing in our backyard. As if he heard me.
I know that humans are far more attached to limbs than a dog ever could be, I know that dogs get along marvelously on just 3 legs with a little extra help (we've looked into these awesome harnesses that will assist us getting him in and out of the car plus they have one for swimming that gives him that little extra). Losing a leg versus losing a dog I love with all my heart and soul, the choice is clear. But it's still hard to face. But I think what is scaring me more is the possibility of cancer still being there or coming back. I keep going up and down, but I never seem to be able to stop thinking about it. One hour I feel confident, the next I'm on the floor in tears. I can't even play with him right now because it's too much strain on his leg and he's in a lot of pain, although he's determined not to show it.
I've found a support group kind of, I've not really had much time or interest possibly to go onto the forums, but it's been reassuring to have the site with all the resources and information of what to expect. I've been looking at post op pictures to prepare myself, they say it's going to be emotional but it's important to remain positive. I've learned a lot and found little things to comfort me. And if your favourite PopTart leaves her goth rags in the closet and starts dressing in red, white, blue and freakin' yellow like Wonder Woman, then I guess you'll just have to deal. ;) I need to go find me two silver cuffs for my wrist and a tiara with a star now! I promise not to go trying to deflect bullets though. This is possibly my descent into full blown crazy. :D In my pursuit of all things Wonder, this was by far the strangest yet coolest item I found. Someone made a Wonder Woman sweater. I need that, I would have used a darker/brighter blue, but hey, I can't knit either, kind of making this a moo point.
What you may not know is this dog is truly a hero, a superhero. Krypto saved Damion's life. And mine. This dog has been a fierce and loyal protector from day one, although hyper, he's a hilarious little clown and extremely smart. I've been thinking of letting him be a therapy dog.... thinking a 3 legged dog might give others hope if they have to lose a limb too. We're going to get a big Superman S to put on his new red harness.
It's time to be a superhero... we are a superhero family, so everyone can put on their cape and it's time to kick some ass. No one, and I mean NO ONE takes my dog, not even you cancer. You've just signed up to one helluva fight. We will win.
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| Living in cancer's shadow |
[24 Feb 2009|11:25am] |
My apologies to all I owe emails, phone calls, or even work to, but I will be unable to be indestructable PopTart today and for a while. I thought once there was nothing I couldn't do, but I've put my golden tiara on the shelf and my cape in the closet, I've found the foe I cannot beat.
There were so many thoughts I thought it could be when I put my sweet Krypto in the Jeep today to have x-rays taken of his leg. How foolish of me to think arthritis would be the worst case scenario. I nearly fell to the floor in tears when they brought the x-rays for me to view. It appears to be bone cancer. But we most wait for the radiologist to confirm before we take the next drastic measure to remove it before it spreads. The only good news is they x-rayed his chest and his lungs are clear which is usually where I guess it would spread next. But the bone is so fragile, we have to be super cautious about his movement for it can easily break at any moment. I think we may have to move our bed downstairs just to keep him level and away from all the steps in our house.
This is my baby lupine, my sweet and crazy and super fast dog who wears the infamous "S" from Superman on his chest (okay, his collar) because he was named Krypto, after Superman's own loyal companion.
I'm devastated, only minutes out of the exam room, I feel I cannot even talk anymore, I'm shaking and somehow thought maybe posting something here would help. Maybe somehow this is the way I have to confront it right now, else it may kill me. I thought I was Wonder Woman, but no one seems to be able to deflect bullets from cancer. Maybe it's silly and childish to even try and pull strength from a fictional Amazon, but right now, I do what I can.
I will be unreachable for a while. Please understand.
I love you my darling.
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| Fashion TV & FIT:NYC |
[03 Feb 2009|10:02pm] |
emilyofartifice let me know she saw me on Fashion TV at the Gothic: Dark Glamour Exhibit, mommyslilmonstr dug around and found the video online, I'm about a minute and a half I think into it. There's a brief glimpse of kambriel and I hamming it up, then a very brief snippet of me talking. I remember that interview clearly - it was before I drank all the free booze and the reporter after quizzing me on all things goth asked, "So why did you do goth for your wedding?" ;)
http://watch.fashiontelevision.com/features/clip108161#clip108161
Here's a shot Curse took of Kambriel and myself I just love. Kambriel let me do her hair for the evening as well!
I know I'm really behind on updating much of anything with my life, no where close to real time at least. But life gets crazy, and before you know it, it's like 6 months passed the event and I'm finally writing about it! Doesn't help that a lot of times I'm writing about this kind of stuff for GBM, so I'm cautious to not post too much and by the time I can, I've gotten so much other stuff going on. I need a staff. Way past needing an assistant that's for sure.
Anyhoo! Coverage of the FIT exhibit is in the latest issue of Gothic Beauty Magazine along with a few photos, but I can finally share some here that didn't run. I have a ton of photos to go through still - although that's all mostly fun stuff.
All photos are inside the exhibit during the press only opening and are taken by me. If there was anything missing from the exhibit after I left, I have no knowledge. ;)
( lots of large pics )
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| Perdita's Winter the continuation |
[02 Feb 2009|07:59am] |
I'm truly overwhelmed by the response to Perdita's Winter in my last post. Extremely flattered. Laura and I had our first shoot nearly 9 years ago... in a cemetery. Due to conflicting schedules, it took us almost a whole year to work together again and it's fitting we chose to go shoot in a cemetery.
Many were asking about prints to buy and for a limited time, lauradark is helping with a fundraiser for her little sister that was diagnosed with cancer last year. For every $10 donated to the fundraiser, she'll send you an 8x10 print of your choice. If you're wanting one of the photos I've posted, just use the title and my name in the paypal comments section. I'm not directly involved with this, so if you have questions, you'll need to ask her. The paypal button and flier is up on her MySpace page, don't worry there isn't a lot of flash or crap to load. lauradark hasn't posted on her LJ yet, but she'll probably do so shortly.
( Benefit flier )
And now, the continuation of our story.
Perdita's Winter
Model & Styling: Me
Photographer: lauradark
Wardrobe: dress by kambriel, cloak from my mother
Keeper of Angels
She was followed by the thundering sound of wings that beat along with her heart and threatened to tear her flesh.
( Through the storm )
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| These ain't your mother's dolls |
[21 Jan 2009|08:14am] |
In the current issue of Gothic Beauty Magazine issue 27 (OUT NOW!), I did the product feature on Evangeline Ghastly, this gorgeous 19" resin doll. It was my first time photographing a doll and I loved it. Building sets in miniature is so much easier (to a degree at least, easier than life size) and much cheaper! I must admit, I've always had a fondness for miniature items (not like that! my word, mind out of the gutter!) like dollhouse furniture and such. So this was a reawakening of that love and I must admit, I'm rather addicted! Too bad my sewing skills aren't as awesome as my set building skills, I'd love to do her up like VooDoo Baby, oh the set I could build! I shot these with a borrowed 100mm macro lens which I adore, I was ecstatic to get this lens for Christmas from my mom. Oh how I love this lens. I get to shoot new dolls this weekend, woo hoo!
This is the "Gothic Vigil" edition of Evangeline. As fun as it is working with dolls and avoiding any kind of model drama, I will admit, live models stand a lot better on their own. Hahaha!
( for those that could care less about dolls and are going whisky tango foxtrot at me right now )
Oh ashbet, haven't forgotten about you, just having to do some spring cleaning to find something, the reason I asked for your address.
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Thanks to all who responded to my previous post, forgive me if I don't go back and respond to everyone. I really appreciate all the help you guys give when I have to post something like this, you may not think you're doing much, but you really are and I love you all for it! Even these new voices I'm not too familiar with.
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| Help bring a puppy killer to justice |
[14 Jan 2009|08:30am] |
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(I found out about this through cynisterfstop)
A warning to all, this is graphic and gruesome. I know that I will end up in tears every time I read something like this or sign another petition or even have to make an LJ entry. I once saw a dogfighting video that had me punching a hole into a wall because I was in so much pain and was so angry at the insensitive bastards that have no regard for the suffering of those with no voice, for the sick amusement and the undeniable greed of money and bragging rights that feed the monstrosity of dogfighting.
This is the story of Karley, a 6 month old Shepherd mix puppy, who got out of her yard and was viciously beaten by her neighbour unprovoked and unable to defend herself. This supposed evolved human beat her with closed fists first, then attempted to pry her jaw open and broke it, then beat her with a rock. A neighbour witnessed it but was unable to intervene and make him stop. This tragedy is only further proof that supposed "evolved humans" are not really so evolved after all. We claim we are "above the animals" because we can make decisions and display a complicated thought process - so Glynn Johnson made the decision to harm an innocent creature with absolutely no provocation whatsoever and as a result, should face severe punishment.
Let it be known right now. I am a passionate individual with all I do in my life. It makes me somewhat violent when provoked and already not having a stellar police record, going to jail isn't really a top concern of mine. IF YOU are on my friends list and you have ever abused an animal, take yourself off now. Don't speak to me. And trust if I EVER witness you or anyone abusing an animal, I WILL intervene. If I was witnessing this attack on Karley, I can assure you it would have been Glynn Johnson with life threatening injuries. If I couldn't get the rock from his hand, I would have found another one and bashed his skull in.
Is violence the answer to violence? An eye for an eye and the whole world will go blind. But in a moment like that, during a violent attack, violence is the only thing to get one to stop. I've been there. And I've been there when people did nothing to save me. Does this make me bad? I don't really care.
This is Karley's page.
It may not seem like much, but please, from far away signing a petition like this one can be one of the most important things to be done. Sign the petition please! Spread the word, get attention on this horrible case. If anything, people understand bad PR.
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| Le Festin |
[06 Jan 2009|10:03am] |
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Le Festin - Camille |
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I'm longing for something, that far away thing I can almost name, almost taste, the notes of a song carried off tune down a street of a place I use to live. I taste croissants and cafe au lait and realize I've been too far from home. I miss the Sunday mornings I sat on my fire escape, listening to opera far too loud, watching the patrons of the church next door, as I sat smoking and drinking my coffee in my skivvies. I miss the smile I got from the priest and the bizarre calls I got at the station when I use to deejay and had my own show. Friar's bakery and the irresistible smells. The feel of opening brand new vinyl (records, not clothing) and the thrill of driving too fast late at night. There was even a certain thrill with every punch I ever threw in a bar fight and the first time I drew blood from rage.
I miss swimming. And not in a pool. I was most at home in the ocean. I'd drift out too far and tried to avoid getting hit by the surfers. Mother said I was far too dangerous for my own good. I'll never forget the time they yelled shark and I didn't believe them till I found myself right next to a nurse shark and her baby and a voice said "Freeze, be calm, you're safe, don't move, enjoy this moment" and I did. I discovered later on in life they knew me by my first name at the ER. I use to think I could fly and frequently tried to prove it. In some ways, I think I still can. I just need my Underoos.
I miss the summer I learned to hustle pool with unsuspecting tourists who thought I was just a chick in a bikini who couldn't shoot. I'd hooked up with a surfer boy who had a penchant for charm, by day we hit the beach and at night we'd hit the bar and take their money. It was fun for a few months and then I'd move on to something else, life was nothing but one adventure after another for me.
But memories are what inspire me for more, I regret nothing and treasure each tear and every smile. Even this present is doomed to be the past and the future will be here all too soon. No time for regrets of things you cannot change. This is your life. And I've never been happier. Because I know there's even more memories to come.
It's amazing how one song can bring back so much. It's amazing how incredible life is out there, but so many just refuse to see it. Refuse to seize it. Nothing wrong with a healthy dose of optimism. There's more you know, so much more. Life is far from over. Find your bliss. I found mine.... life. I seize it, consume it, believe it. I'm a hopeless romantic, an emotional whirlwind, a dramatic starlet, whatever it is I wish to be that day. I realize I'm insane. I feel everything to the hilt because for me, for me, that is life. For it is a banquet, no? And most poor fools are starving.
La vie… Jamais on ne me dira
Que la course aux étoiles; ça n’est pas pour moi
Laissez moi vous émerveiller et prendre mon en vol
Nous allons en fin nous régaler
La fêt(e) va enfin commencer
Sortez les bouteilles; finis les ennuis
Je dresse la table, de ma nouvell(e) vie
Je suis heureux à l’idée de ce nouveau destin
Une vie à me cacher et puis libre enfin
Le festin est sur mon chemin
rough translation:
Free at last; won’t be undersold
Surviving isn’t living; won’t eat what I’m told
Let me free, I’ll astonish you; I’m planning to fly
I won’t let this party just pass me by
The banquet is now underway, so…
Bring out the bottles; a new tale has spun
In clearing this table, my new life’s begun
I am nervous, excited; (oh) just read the marquee!
A lifetime of hiding; I’m suddenly free!
My dinner is waiting for me
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