Hell on Earth

"Hello?" Avalene called into the darkness. She waited, no one answered, and she knew no one would call back. All was gone, she was the only one left. The scars of our past have finally destroyed our future into a crumblig pile of nothingness, the blankness of a broken television. These are the crumbles of brick I walk upon. The present is the absense of place...placelessness. We are no longer different nor the same, just a mesh of everything, good and bad, for now we have no sense of the words......and nothing, to form this empty waste. It's just dark and black as if we have been evaporated in a vortex; it stretches to the end of time, as far as the eye can see, it is a pigmentless terrian of flat. No color or light, a dirty abyss shall await Avalene for every awakened slumber. No sense of time or imagination, your non-exsistance can never escape. For Avalene is merely another lost soul, no body or mind.....melting and reforming and evaporating into this constant cycle of hell. But if no one can pry their closed eyes, shunning exsistance to wittness...is it occuring?

The Doors

Jim Morrison:
-acid head
-poet
-awesome person, so
awesome he's can't be considered human and is here from another planet.
You can't get much awesomer.
He is officailly my new favoritest person in the whole world, my idol, my hero.
"Lets swim to the moon"{-Jim Morrison} and walk among the people who believe. Lets live and laugh and love and watch as the world goes round. Lets enter a trance, a state of absolute being. I'll take a trip with you Jim Morrison and never come back.

I just finished watching they're movie, The doors, directed by, Oliver Stone, I had to mention him (the man is completly and fully a genius in disguise). It was i must say the best movie i have seen in awhile. Oliver, i swear got me high just watching the movie. The movie was so tragic, no the reality is so tragic......Jim dies. *tear*.
But Jim Morrison is an absolute mad man, i love him like that. His poetry is so true in the most uncomprehensive way. He just meshes words around and together in to pure music and sound and realness.

"The end" is my favorite song/poem/wordmesh Jim has invented. Read it and you'll see my muse.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest

The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you

Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

Woodstock

Ahhhh......and all of its hippie wonderful wonderfulness. A peace, love, and music fest of true realness. 1969, a year for revolt and parades and pot. They dance and sing and fight......why oh why must they have been so rowty at the festival that they had to never do it again. Oh Greatful dead and Jefferson Airplane (they weren't starship yet!) and The Who...classics. I think I was born in the wrong time period. I wanna be in your generation Roger Daltrey! Official new favorite Quote:
Peace, Love and Crabs
I have a t-shirt that says it.

Dreaming about the blahhhness of the people all meshed together, now built in one. So close thier souls morphed to one super infinate being, listening to the sounds of pure earth and America and life.

Woodstock Rocks and thats it.

help? anyone? am i nelglecting this?

Im sorry!!!!!! I have strongly neglected this blog with personal stories and what not....I'm sorry i love my bananna condom post!!!! Comment me and tell me if ur okay with the blog or if i should go back to no personal info, just issues and such!

Please & Thankyou! -Catherine

Little People

I'm in love with all four year olds, and all that they stand for. They waste away the day with imaginary friend, my shunned me 8 years ago....i miss him. They eat paste and don't give a damn what you think. I liked my self at four it was a magical time. I was a superhero, my underwear was always on the outside of my pants and thats the way i liked it. Everything was right i would play with my friends by day, my parents would fall into each others arms and not fight, they were still together then. Sail to lala land in my dreams by night.

I wanna be four, I don't want to grow up, and I will suceed.

I'm turning four soon

-Catherine

Current Obsessions

1. Taking really long tub baths, with bubbles
2. "A Lack of Color"- Death Cab For Cutie
3. Sleeping till noon
4. Going to bed at one
5. Vegging out on the weekends
6. Bannana Popcicles
7. Blogs, and all that they stand for
8. Eating ice
9. Listening to Woodstock on Youtube at 3am
10. Vintage Photography
11. Vintage T-shirts
12. Painting my Nails while waiting for my computer load
13.Picking it off because I'm bored
14. Reading Scifi and Rapture and what not
15. Observing People and their irony

Alrighty then

So here i am at my computer, talking to my dad about my bannana condom post, him laughing then suddenly he has the urge to go in to my bathroom pick up my tight jeans of the floor and...........put them on. Yes people of the world my hippie dad decided to wear tight jeans (he already does (somtimes) but he put on mine, and they fit him (not that im fat they are just really stretchy). The wierd thing is they looked pretty cool on him. So my woderful readers thats my dad for ya, the king crimson listening to, dead head (someone who listens to Greatful Dead you musically uncultured confused person........haha just joking) striaght out of 1975.

Asian Seafood

My breath felt as if i had just exited an asian seafood restruant. I liked the taste it was warm and soft yet cool and unexpected at the same time, my taste buds began to tingle.

I raided the fridge for anything and everything I came out with a bucket of cookie dough, lemonade, Yogurt, and some cheese. Screw health food.

I pigged out for about an hour then squeezed into my dress. It was squishing my newly excerted gut. It was an eighties prom dress, with a tightly fitting mermaid green, black polkadoted boustiay. Then a ruffled black skirt, it was the posterchild for vintage and i loved it. I walked out the door, Ran down the stairs barefoot, and stripped myself of sanity.

Rain poured in sheets of newly cleansed liquid. I ran into the sky shower. The rain soaked my every inch. I ran through the dark streets laughing and dancing and playing. I started to sing, very poorly i might add. I sang my soul out.

His window opened, his chisled face appeared thruogh the open square. I smiled at him so fully and real. He closed the window and i saw him run down the stairs. He stood under the porch and i called out for him to join me. He ran into the rain, his converses now soaked and tight jeans dripping.

I skipped over to him fell into his arms he held me tight with his warm comforting body. I turned so we were facing each other i leaned in and breathed in his aroma of asian seafood the smell was overwelmingly pure, he kissed me and kissed me again in the most lushish, kind, loving way and i kissed him back. There we were standing in the middle of a summer down pour kissing in the middle of the street.

My thursday Night

Talking to strangers at midnight while flying on my magic bicycle to the playground of our pasts and sliding down the tunnel like a four year old. As we truely live, i stop and count the colors of the rainbow then hop aboard and am taken to the place of all lost dreams. To explore our minds and your mind and my mind, and discover the unimaginative thoughts of our generation, when did we stray from ourselves? We are lost, and the slides are no longer riden and the rainbows are no longer counted, they are lonely, how do we help them? We enter a train of thought and evaporate into untouchable beings to observe our mark. Then condensate ourselves back to humans and change it and fix it and express it.

BANNANA CONDOMS!!!!!!

Beware of:

This post is rated PG13, some of the following material may not be sutible for younger adeiences

Get ready for:

Okay in this post dudududidydun....you get to see me and what my friends look like

I'm sorry that:
This post is somewhat about me but i think it's so hilarious that your gonna hear it anyways.

Story:

My friend Paige was asking my friend courtney for a condom not that she's gonna use it she just wanted to see it and play with it (don't say ewww ya know you want to, too). So she finally brings her one a bannana flavored one so paige is all excited. So she opens it on the bus and piage is just going at the thing licking it and what not........I smelled it, it smelled like a bananna popsical...i would totally eat it if it was a popcicle. Sadie (another bff) yells to sereta that paige has a condom then this 10th grader on ur bus starts yelling at paige for having a condom saying it's inapproprete (whatever...atleast we don't use it). Then she tells her friend who tells her friend and before you know it the whole bus knows paige has condom.....so now she's known as the bus slut. She's gonna sart given 'em out free if ya need one.....hahaha...just joking.

This is for paige:

"Packman may not last ,
But bananna condoms are for ever."

-Piage

"They'll make it or break it"
-Catherine...me

(GIRL WITH BRAIDS & headbands........ME, bLONDE.....SADIE.......rED HEAD with FOREHEAD.......PIAGE......BOW CHICK cOURTNEY)