Thursday, May 26, 2011

caliginous sheath

                                            Satin heavens burst anew
                                             With surging clouds that ebb and flow
                                             Cobalt skies grow golden hued
                                             Whilst a caliginous sheath grows.
                                               Hence the shadows cross the daylight
                                                Ne'er will the birds take flight
                                                Only owls shall fly by night
                                                  Lightning stings and rain will bite
                                                  In the imminent midnight.

pfff this poem is crap. I took this picture and a couple more in the late evening, and it was so weird. The light was actually yellow. Everything looked really... Saturated.

Yes, I'm a hipster. Bye<3

Monday, May 23, 2011


Hello my victims. <3<3 Today I took a few pictures of my doll I made before we went to Boston. His name is Zuriel.(yeah I know, weird name, but it kind of stuck) His body is made from a pillowcase, and his hair is mohair stitched on. As you can see in the bottom picture it was a bit frizzy, I probably need to fix that.... Eh, too lazy... His face is embroidered on. His temporary outfit(which hardly fits him) is a MSD BJD's shirt and Groovy Girl pants. Funny story, when I was standing on a chair to get the box of doll clothing from off my bookshelf, I slipped and whacked the back of my head. It left a very large bruise. Bravo, Allie. Pfff. The shirt fits him fine, I guess, but his pants keep falling off. XD Poem time. Funny, whenever I can't think of anything else to write I always add in a poem. Oh well. Poems are fun. Derp.


                                                    In harmonious curvation
                                                       His head bends down
                                                         Hair crazed and mottled
                                                       Spine sloping
                                                   Gracefully, gorgeously
                                                      His face contorted
                                                         Lips frothing and spitting
                                                       As words string from his mouth
                                                         His voice bides and races out
                                                        Like a poisoned, rabid animal
                                                            rasping and reverberating
                                                    His body arches and contracts
                                             His bloody hands tearing at the strings of the guitar
                                                           He nods towards the audience
                                                    Towards the sea of arms and hands
                                                       Thrusting the microphone
                                                         The sea spits out a body
                                                       Who screams in the lyrics
                                                          Only to be sucked in
                                                             By the scrambling, lashing waves
                                                                 Lights burst through the windows
                                                           Sirens whining through the clamor
                                                                   Rough hands push through the sea
                                                               The waves wash and recede, scattering
                                                                Revealing armed policemen
                                                                      "Everyone's getting out of control,
                                                                            Break it up."
                                                                         His hands drop from his guitar
                                                                           He smiles raggedly, his eyes beam
                                                                              The song is over.



Friday, May 13, 2011

Boston :D

 Hello my victims.  Oh jeez.  A lot to talk about today.  Well, last week my family and me went on a GINORMOUS vacation to Boston, MA.  Okay, so it wasn't that long (a week pfff).  But it seemed like it to me.  I'm a travel N00b.  We went on a plane, which is another first for me and it was really awesome except for that it gave me a headache.  Me and Pat were like giggling insanely on one flight and probably annoyed the heck out of everyone a short distance away from where we were sitting.  LOL.  Anyways, we stayed in a tiny house in the North End called a spite house, otherwise referred to as "Skinny House."  It was, um, skinny.  We kept randomly bumping our heads on stuff.  A little ways down the street was a bakery called Bova's, and we went there every freaking day, which kind of got sickening after a while.  There was the USS Constitution, this big wooden ship.  Yeah pretty descriptive, right?  But really, it was cool.  Go read my brother's blog if you want extra knowledge on it.  I'm too lazy to write about a giant wooden boat.  Ehem.  There was also an aquarium.  That was pretty awesome because there was penguins that were really, really loud.  I'm not kidding.  This species called the Fairy penguin, the tiniest species of penguin on earth, had this combination of a shrieking cat crossed with a donkey and the sound of rusted metal scratching on a chalkboard, autotuned.  But somehow, all of that added to their penguiny charm.   There was this one Rockhopper penguin that got mad at one of the people feeding them and started biting her feet. It was amusing. We also went to a modern art museum. There was a really good exhibit about records, and this one display set up about this guy: My mom was totally cracking up about it. Okeydoke that was a quick summary of our Boston vacation, too lazy to write anything else asdfghj. XD bye<3<3