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Liane, Klutz Queen of the Galaxy
07 April 2012 @ 07:41 pm
Earlier today, I was thinking, if you were to break me down into various objects, influences and elements, it would be the following:


  • 3.6 gallons of rebellion

  • 2/3 bottle of captured rain

  • about 15.56% Arthur Dietrich

  • six cups of graveyard soil

  • two cups of sparkles and glitter

  • half an ounce of multi-colored candle wax

  • a pinch of weird sardonic wit

  • 3 ounces liquid silver

  • one Philadendron leaf

  • a capful of dove's blood

  • 2% Bill Hicks

  • a handful of rusted nails

  • .2072% German expressionism

  • a dollop of The Blues

  • a few squirts of electronica

  • a tiny empty vase

  • four drops of extra virgin olive oil

  • an owl feather

  • four drops of Spanish Fly

  • 12.3 ounces of shadow

  • a packet of ground up guitar strings

  • a chunk of sugar skull

  • 1/2 cup Tori Amos

  • 1/2 cup Mike Patton

  • 1/2 cup Bob Dylan

  • 3/4 cup Mark Linkous

  • a half-used matchbook

  • a few grasshopper antennae

  • .03% pens with purple ink

  • a whole box of solitude

  • a few drops of Kwan Yin

  • 1 1/2 quarts of curiosity

  • .001% black widow spider venom

  • one ripped edge of a tarot card

  • some violet petals

  • a jar of space alien fluids

  • a leopardskin jasper bead


Subject to change as I discover more pieces of myself.
 
 
Mood: okayokay
Music: The Shins - It's Only Life
 
 
Liane, Klutz Queen of the Galaxy
03 March 2012 @ 11:07 pm
My God…how have I never heard this song before? It's fucking perfect. I'm just stunned.




In other news, the death of Davy Jones has been heartbreaking. I didn't post because I haven't wanted to talk about it. The Monkees have been a huge part of my life, especially my childhood, and I'm having a hard time accepting he's gone. At least he spent time with his horses before he died.
 
 
Music: I Go To The Barn Because I Like The - Band of Horses
 
 
Liane, Klutz Queen of the Galaxy
25 February 2012 @ 01:11 pm
I was out eating breakfast this morning and a nice very elderly man came by my table on his way out and gave me these two small rocks that he painted.

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He didn't want anything for them, he always keeps some in his pocket to hand out to people during the day. He showed me that sometimes he paints white flowers, sometimes he only paints one flower - sometimes ladybugs. He picks up the small rocks on this walks, takes them home and just enjoys painting whatever he's feeling at the moment. I thought it was such a beautiful gesture, I almost cried. I told him that he made my day and I really appreciated it. I also told him I was so glad he kept his creativity flowing - that is so important for a person to be happy and giving out these rocks to people really spreads that love and happiness. He smiled and went on with his day. I'm going to put them on my altar.

It really inspired me to pay it forward. I think I'm going to make some little origami butterflies and just give them out to random people. Keep the moments of happiness and love moving along.
 
 
Liane, Klutz Queen of the Galaxy
09 February 2012 @ 09:28 pm
The other night, I had a dream about a leaking ceiling turning into a flood that rushed down the hallways and walls of an abandoned hotel where I was living. Everything was gray and white.

I've been listening to a lot of Enigma - brings back peace and memories. I've decided to become more vocal here after taking a much needed break. I might eventually decide to get into why I left for awhile, but I just needed to separate myself from my journal for a bit. I don't know if this was a good decision because I find my thought processes have suffered without regular writing. Not that they were all that stellar to begin with.

On the technological front: I got a MacBook Air last year and it was my first experience with a Mac. I like it - much different than Windows. And, strangely enough, I got a HTC Titan not long ago that runs Windows Mobile 7.5. So I haven't abandoned Windows - I'm just one of those annoying neutral equal opportunity Mac/Windows people.

Might follow some of the writing prompts to get back into the swing of things. :)
 
 
Music: Le Chat Du Cafe Des Artistes - Charlotte Gainsbourg
 
 
Liane, Klutz Queen of the Galaxy
08 February 2012 @ 08:58 am
I've decided I'm not going to get any work done today with this picture of James Roday on my desktop.



So, in the interest of productivity, I have to take it down and find a less-attractive alternative James Roday picture. Which is actually a rather impossible task.

This incredibly superficial post has been brought to you by the letter "J" and a 6 episode Psych marathon last night.
 
 
Liane, Klutz Queen of the Galaxy
25 October 2011 @ 10:29 pm
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Music: Exit Music (For a Film) - Amanda Palmer
 
 
Liane, Klutz Queen of the Galaxy
17 September 2011 @ 01:10 pm

What is the strangest thing in your closet?

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Probably my Halloween Michael Myers costume. I would imagine there aren't too many people who have that hanging in their closet. And it can be rather disconcerting going in there without the light on and suddenly seeing the mask staring back at you when you're looking for something. I've scared myself quite a few times.
 
 
Liane, Klutz Queen of the Galaxy
28 August 2011 @ 10:44 pm

What’s one thing that you love to do all by yourself?

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Everything. I used to think it was because I was an only child and very comfortable with myself, but now I'm starting to wonder if perhaps I have some kind of social anxiety issues. It's been a long few months.


Hello. It's been a long time since I've felt like writing. I've been quiet, but I have been reading. Choosing to do this journal prompt is my way of easing back into talking here, I suppose.

Love you guys.

 
 
Liane, Klutz Queen of the Galaxy
"The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart" - Margaret Atwood

I do not mean the symbol
of love, a candy shape
to decorate cakes with,
the heart that is supposed
to belong or break;

I mean this lump of muscle
that contracts like a flayed biceps,
purple-blue, with its skin of suet,
its skin of gristle, this isolate,
this caved hermit, unshelled
turtle, this one lungful of blood,
no happy plateful.

All hearts float in their own
deep oceans of no light,
wetblack and glimmering,
their four mouths gulping like fish.
Hearts are said to pound:
this is to be expected, the heart's
regular struggle against being drowned.

But most hearts say, I want, I want,
I want, I want. My heart
is more duplicitous,
though to twin as I once thought.
It says, I want, I don't want, I
want, and then a pause.
It forces me to listen,

and at night it is the infra-red
third eye that remains open
while the other two are sleeping
but refuses to say what it has seen.

It is a constant pestering
in my ears, a caught moth, limping drum,
a child's fist beating
itself against the bedsprings:
I want, I don't want.
How can one live with such a heart?

Long ago I gave up singing
to it, it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.
 
 
Liane, Klutz Queen of the Galaxy
09 October 2010 @ 11:36 pm
Wow...an open Semagic screen. I haven't seen that in ages.

It's been awhile. I've been quiet here and in life. What have I been up to? Well...nothing, really. I've been reading books and journals. Twittering since it's easier to express my thoughts in jumping staccato bursts. Contemplating a wrist tattoo. Candle rituals. Joined Ping. Discovered Fever Ray and José González. Watched Legend of the Guardians - I love Digger. I painted my toenails black and purple the other day.

That's about it. I was going to write more, but there's just nothing to write.

Oh, except this album was definitely the right choice for tonight. It just hits the right spot.
 
 
Mood: tired
Music: Tori Amos - Lust