saturday was the night we listened to crystal castles
under the influence of alcohol
(and moonpie didn't even contact wind tree man)
we fiended for the great snowstorm but it would not come
so we settled for a small breeze instead
our bodies gyrated in strobe
like marionettes; the choice was out of our hands
much fun was had but the day after we felt
a little crazy from our bodies' attempt at recuperation
on sunday, we decided to drive to indiana to see
something different
we came upon an alien town full of dreary highwaywalkers
a man flew a kite with his child
and palm readers beckoned to us,
desiring contents of our wallets
the damn frauds.
stretched our legs near a leather shop--
saw various hides waiting to be exploited
mother nature called to me and i relieved myself
near a dumpster in the back alley
(moonpie recorded it)
soon we grew tired and decided to go home,
so we had a bite to eat at potbelly and observed the
strange indiana folk
with their cemetaries and funeral homes
and began driving home.
a man with cuff links was driving his children to a funeral
(probably)
and we miraculously found
a shortcut home instead of getting lost.
they eat too much pizza.
the end

-bastard swordfish

what the fuck is going on? my brain feels like melted rainbows... i don't feel like bein creative right now.

- feather moonpie

i can stare at him
for as long as we can stand
before breaking down and smiling--
i can hold his hand and be mesmerized by
the scenery racing past as we're driving.
i can admire a lingering tentacle of smoke
as it makes itself disappear into nothing
i can watch colors swirl in one brush stroke,
prostituting themselves on their canvas
the sun can watch us all
laugh as it intimidates our eyes
can make a man go blind
all-knowing
all-seeing
ever-present and forever burning
sweltering, it remains anonymous
motherfuckers

anyway, i was coming home from work today and i realized that, for something we know so well, the sun is at the same time so unknown to us. it's so consistent in our lives, and yet we can't observe it for too long without getting hurt. kind of reminds me of a cheating lover. sun, you unfaithful piece of shit. you cheating on me?

-bastard swordfish

hello everyone, my name is feather moonpie. i drink fairy dust and live by the ocean on my days off, but normally i am just another mindless drone like the rest of you. i've become comfortable with the fact that i will not be able to obtain the things that i truly desire. yes, i know it's hard to believe, but i believe in failure these days. maybe i'll get it tattooed to my foot so i will always remember what lingers close by. so anyway, today i drove a car that had a child in it. the child was that of my brothers. that was not the thing i wanted to be doing at the time, but i love the child that was in the car, there for it made up for it. if you were curious, what i would've really liked to be doing it was to be playing guitar and singing with wind tree man on a hill that looks over a babbling brook in some far away country where we could start a new life as gypsies selling truffles from a cart on a dusty dirt road. but then i look down at my foot and remember that tattoo... fail. that is not ever going to happen due to certain circumstances i am in at the moment. this blog may be sappy, but i need to get it off my chest. you see, this wind tree man truly held my heart. that is not what i wanted at first, but me being so naive didn't realize i was handing it to him on a silver platter right from the beginning. now that i've realized this, the timing is too late. he's off with some flower child giggling merrily (i am assuming. i still haven't even seen the thing in life but i heard she was "nice" *cringe*)

dear wanted lover.
YOU SUCK.

it takes a lot for me to feel the wind and look at the trees the same way. it will pass though. i've been down this road before. it's a long dry and narrow one, but i can squeeze by. fuck it's only high school.

so now is the time for me to just continously type the random thoughts, words, and phrases that sporadically pop into my mind.
herrrreee we goooo......
sandpaper licking my toes as the water dribbles off your front teeth.
swirling down a path of discomfort i feel nothing but the rhythm of my beating heart.
hard swallow, throat enlarged. a pain so mind numbing i don't remember where i am anymore.
enveloped in the dark shadows of this room my eyes flutter with the click track beat in the background.
azure ray you make me feel sad.
wind and trees.
trees and wind.

too bad these words aren't edible. then i could just eat my thoughts and shit them out and it would be all good again. how was i in such a better place just a few weeks ago? i feel like an entirely new person. CREEPY.

well my children/chicken/minions i am off to the land of the disheartened. sleep well and i hope your dreams are colourfully melted together like rainbows.

- feather moonpie