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lukkucairi · 11-23-2009, 10:41 AM

feelgood

this ferryboat is a ship of fools - I've lost my baggage, and the girl next to me tells me she never brought any to begin with. I've climbed the rigging in search of it, and put little sparkly bindis on the walls together with her - to no avail. I jump into the clear water and swim away.

later on I am bunking with my mother and can't find the dress I want to wear. my mother is asleep and I'm trying to move quietly so I don't wake her up. I find my belt and put it on, but the red/blue/yellow print dress is awol.

lukkucairi · Yesterday, 10:25 AM

cuyahoga

I take the girls to Nassau and we promptly have a terrible time. I have forgotten how to put on lipstick - I do it over and over again but I can't get it straight. it seems like my top lip has somehow become part of my nose.

the friend we're staying with (Caroline?) has a pool in the back yard - I have been swimming in it and accidentally start to drain it when I get out, only to find that there are fish in there - I have to quickly dive in and turn the water on to refill it. the water enters the pool as two huge geysers - I am standing too close to one of them as it turns on and I am swept 40 feet into the air, in a cloud of glittering aqueous confetti. it looks like the water is all CGI in slow motion. it's beautiful but I'm afraid of the fall. I land safely.

I lose the girls down at the banyan trees by the Blair turnoff - they want to go somewhere else, and really I'm just looking for a birthday card made by this particular artist. I stand in line at the Super Saver for hours and hours only to find when I get to the head of it that I've forgotten to get the card...it turns out they don't have what I need anyway. I would settle for a Cadbury's Caramello, but the only one they have is half-eaten by another person who was bored in line for hours ahead of me. they do not have my lipstick color. I need to leave - the place begins to resemble the WH Smith's in Terminal 2 of Manchester Airport. I am not happy with that.

back at the house they have frozen the top of the pool to make an ice skating rink. the whole scene is rendered impressionistically - Monet and Manet and Renoir would be proud. I watch people skate through this painted landscape - they are all painted themselves. it is quite beautiful, but you can't see very far - the world comes apart into little painted flecks - so the other end of the rink is always obscure. a woman skates by wearing a figure-skating outfit, and a man skates after her. It seems very romantic until she comes back into view, collapsed and naked and slid back along the ice by a great force of some kind - she's been attacked and raped. I'm horrified but I can't get into the painting to help her. my screams do not bring any help.

outside the painting the pool is still liquid, and the Family are down in the garden behind the croton plants and under the big trees, having a dinner powwow with Karl Marx. great and important things are being decided. I am not part of the family, so I retire to the veranda where my host offers me a cigarette. presently it begins to rain, but the Family will not come in out of the rain. they are debating something quite hotly in a language I don't understand - perhaps Latin or ancient Greek. it has nothing to do with me. I look and see that the veranda is full of people all waiting for the rain. the man on the other side of me also offers a cigarette. I have recently quit smoking but this seems like as good a time as any to start again.

take a picture here, take a souvenir

lukkucairi · Today, 07:46 AM

a land of hours/ the land of ours

a storm the likes of which you have never seen is bearing down upon us.

we spend the few days we have hoarding not just food and water in our underground warehouses, but technology, books, and things we will miss if there are never any more of them. the sky fills with cloud and the wind picks up - we are backing semi containers down a ramp and into the ground. I am concerned - I have a 20' container full of lego - it seems ridiculous, but I don't want to lose it. I am afraid to ask the men to move the container for me, but I do at the very last moment and they oblige. I am grateful. they leave to go off to be with their families.

all of us retreat to the offices above the warehouse. as we lock the doors to the outside I watch Bahamasair go over - and wonder what madman decided to try to land a plane in this kind of weather. I can hear the engines labor as the plane fights the gusts, which are already alarmingly strong. I wish the pilot luck in landing - if he can do it at all, he only has a few minutes left. we close the doors.

I know the office at the very end of the row will probably be the first to be taken out by the wind, so as we go through I snag a huge pile of books - anything that looks like it might be entertaining or useful. A big armful of Robert Pirsig. we vacate that office and move to the next - I notice that a kitten has come with us.

in the next office we pick up another two cats and a dog. the street ferals know that the sky is about to fall, and they have come to stay with us to save their lives. my companion complains a little but secretly we are grateful to have them with us.

we will stay in the darkened office until the building shows signs of weakening, and then we'll retreat to our huge underground bunker. the kittens play together, and dogs that were old rivals have put their differences aside. one of the kittens is white with horizontal black zebra stripes - very pretty little thing.

the wind picks up from a howl to a roar. the hair on the back of my neck begins to stand up. the storm has begun.

Yesterday, 10:25 AM	#812
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	cuyahoga I take the girls to Nassau and we promptly have a terrible time. I have forgotten how to put on lipstick - I do it over and over again but I can't get it straight. it seems like my top lip has somehow become part of my nose. the friend we're staying with (Caroline?) has a pool in the back yard - I have been swimming in it and accidentally start to drain it when I get out, only to find that there are fish in there - I have to quickly dive in and turn the water on to refill it. the water enters the pool as two huge geysers - I am standing too close to one of them as it turns on and I am swept 40 feet into the air, in a cloud of glittering aqueous confetti. it looks like the water is all CGI in slow motion. it's beautiful but I'm afraid of the fall. I land safely. I lose the girls down at the banyan trees by the Blair turnoff - they want to go somewhere else, and really I'm just looking for a birthday card made by this particular artist. I stand in line at the Super Saver for hours and hours only to find when I get to the head of it that I've forgotten to get the card...it turns out they don't have what I need anyway. I would settle for a Cadbury's Caramello, but the only one they have is half-eaten by another person who was bored in line for hours ahead of me. they do not have my lipstick color. I need to leave - the place begins to resemble the WH Smith's in Terminal 2 of Manchester Airport. I am not happy with that. back at the house they have frozen the top of the pool to make an ice skating rink. the whole scene is rendered impressionistically - Monet and Manet and Renoir would be proud. I watch people skate through this painted landscape - they are all painted themselves. it is quite beautiful, but you can't see very far - the world comes apart into little painted flecks - so the other end of the rink is always obscure. a woman skates by wearing a figure-skating outfit, and a man skates after her. It seems very romantic until she comes back into view, collapsed and naked and slid back along the ice by a great force of some kind - she's been attacked and raped. I'm horrified but I can't get into the painting to help her. my screams do not bring any help. outside the painting the pool is still liquid, and the Family are down in the garden behind the croton plants and under the big trees, having a dinner powwow with Karl Marx. great and important things are being decided. I am not part of the family, so I retire to the veranda where my host offers me a cigarette. presently it begins to rain, but the Family will not come in out of the rain. they are debating something quite hotly in a language I don't understand - perhaps Latin or ancient Greek. it has nothing to do with me. I look and see that the veranda is full of people all waiting for the rain. the man on the other side of me also offers a cigarette. I have recently quit smoking but this seems like as good a time as any to start again. take a picture here, take a souvenir Last edited by lukkucairi : Yesterday at 12:54 PM.

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11-23-2009, 10:41 AM	#811
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	feelgood this ferryboat is a ship of fools - I've lost my baggage, and the girl next to me tells me she never brought any to begin with. I've climbed the rigging in search of it, and put little sparkly bindis on the walls together with her - to no avail. I jump into the clear water and swim away. later on I am bunking with my mother and can't find the dress I want to wear. my mother is asleep and I'm trying to move quietly so I don't wake her up. I find my belt and put it on, but the red/blue/yellow print dress is awol.

Today, 07:46 AM	#813
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	a land of hours/ the land of ours a storm the likes of which you have never seen is bearing down upon us. we spend the few days we have hoarding not just food and water in our underground warehouses, but technology, books, and things we will miss if there are never any more of them. the sky fills with cloud and the wind picks up - we are backing semi containers down a ramp and into the ground. I am concerned - I have a 20' container full of lego - it seems ridiculous, but I don't want to lose it. I am afraid to ask the men to move the container for me, but I do at the very last moment and they oblige. I am grateful. they leave to go off to be with their families. all of us retreat to the offices above the warehouse. as we lock the doors to the outside I watch Bahamasair go over - and wonder what madman decided to try to land a plane in this kind of weather. I can hear the engines labor as the plane fights the gusts, which are already alarmingly strong. I wish the pilot luck in landing - if he can do it at all, he only has a few minutes left. we close the doors. I know the office at the very end of the row will probably be the first to be taken out by the wind, so as we go through I snag a huge pile of books - anything that looks like it might be entertaining or useful. A big armful of Robert Pirsig. we vacate that office and move to the next - I notice that a kitten has come with us. in the next office we pick up another two cats and a dog. the street ferals know that the sky is about to fall, and they have come to stay with us to save their lives. my companion complains a little but secretly we are grateful to have them with us. we will stay in the darkened office until the building shows signs of weakening, and then we'll retreat to our huge underground bunker. the kittens play together, and dogs that were old rivals have put their differences aside. one of the kittens is white with horizontal black zebra stripes - very pretty little thing. the wind picks up from a howl to a roar. the hair on the back of my neck begins to stand up. the storm has begun.