there is so much milk in the land.

they're done. sloshed off to a land too far away, with no chance of a practicality return. ruined. destroyed. i should've known suede boots in a land of rain couldn't be that fit of an investment. my socks show with tatters of old shoe bit framing my heels. one of the soles have slipped out of one of said holes. they reek of crumpled wet towel. the kind mother scolds you for for forgetting to take out of the beach bag after a week. stomping through the city laden with puddles in these shoes is just as dutiful as gallivanting the land in socks.
these girls are so soaked,i can squeeze them to witness a waterfall.
i can ring my shoes dry.
that is a problem.

calypso, you idiot.

last night's storm trickled over into dawn. it made for a horrible wake-up-it's-friday-but-you've-an-8am-class-and-there's-thunder-and-wind-raging morning. i just want a good breakfast and to do nothing but play with ink on paper.it's that kind of day.







also, i arose with bits of my most bizarre dream still fresh in my head. i won't write into detail, here, what i scrambled to write on the first scratch i found laying around when i shot awake, but i'll tell you it's last mark. it ended with a bulldog-seal (should there exist such a thing) leaping out of milky, ice water and, tongue aloof, (and quite guinness beer ad like) chipped, "BRILLIANT." make heads or tails of it? me neither.

the smell of your tshirt is like the smell of your name.

and the smell of her hood smelled far too good for me to pass up so i made pivot on paw for grand daughter slaw and in hollows of bone stretched tendon and meat cold lapped blood still raw and sweet who sends their daughters to fend in the woods with a basket of candy and bright red hoods? happy halloween, little red, i hope you don't mind i stole your shoes. my paws were getting cold.






howl. i was a werewolf, in case you couldn't tell. fangs and errthang. partied at some monster mash house bash, with wicked lights and cotton spider webs to the max. then mathew and i bought each a bag of chocolates from the 24hour grocery and walked down the bustling, halloween crazed street. strange people come out at night.


what did you all do/be for halloween?


"dress"/scarf wrap: chan luu. boots: x-it. ears and tail set: red light. fangs: red light. garter straps: leila's lingerie.

you're not a lycan.

photo of girl: © Viktor Vauthier

but my exposure is all over my nose your sweet clothes or feet toes is my rose.

i am tons ready for the weekend to arrive. over the wednesday hump; a scatter of midterm studying is over for now, but i've still a paper on the agenda priority. i'm short for halloween plans, but i'm certain some will come up. all that matters is that i get to play dress up and release me in costume to the public without looking a fool. as for tonight, it's the hills and some hot black tea for a lazed, mid-week break. now, where's my uni sweatshirt....

tshirt: some korean boutique. vest: my little brother's when he was 5. belt: urban outfitters. shorts: c.io. ring: lucky brand. thigh highs: mommy sent them. (love getting socks and underwear. means longer intervals between laundry days.)

and her tongue strained to make a little lamb cry.

oh.
fack.
unless my memory is failing, this is the tastiest designer collection i've seen to date.















accidental findings, sometimes, prove the best surprises. withasianstereotypes, by way of my blog surfing, introduced these beauts to me. their creator: ann demeulemeester. her spring 2010 roundup has me spilling drool between the cracks of my keyboard. aside from the face chains, i'd abuse all of these delicious pieces by wearing them to death and beyond.

"hi um--" "what are you saying?"

summer separation meant i missed a couple of friends' birthdays. boyfriend included. as a make-up, i took that last one out to dinner at some cozy/chic italian place. we appetized on two ounces of goat cheese and some other cheese whose name escapes me. he ordered a little martini on the rocks, the new 21 year old. food came. we ate. we paid. we bused downtown for a Time Traveler's Wife showing (surprised it's still out). we trekked back. october chills, by the bye, are here. mm uphill heel walks in the cold are my favorite....

scarf: h&m. blazer: wilfred. tank: puma. under dress: bcbg. clutch: vintage oroton. stockings: f21. heels: nine west.