for bollymabis

Monday, September 29, 2008

Ground Control to Major Tom


Bowie Is Good, But Cat Power Did it Better.

Her voice coupled with that song makes me want to drive a Lincoln, but not really.

And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
She does Wonderwall better, too. And how is that even possible?
And songs that begin with "And" send shivers down my spine. There are so many if you listen, and they can be likened to stepping into the middle of a great tale that started long ago without you. Get swept up.
Moran Taing.
And I feel that times a wasted go
And you bring me to my knees
And I'd give up forever to touch you
(cuz I know that you feel me somehow)
Post Script: I really miss you, Yeezy.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Loops of Me

We were just on webcam, and you just told me you would "be right back, okay?"

Okay, but now I have to go pee; of course you aren't there for me to tell. What if you return before I do and see I'm not there? So I just said into the webcam, "Be right back, ***", and hopefully somehow, should you get back to your seat and find mine empty, you will receive the message through the space-time-continuim.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Anna Molly

ballin' **system overload** says:
hahaha
haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
touche
ballin' **system overload** says:
somethig like that
ballin' **system overload** says:
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ballin' **system overload** says:
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ballin' **system overload** says:
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ballin' **system overload** says:
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haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
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haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
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haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
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haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
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ballin' **system overload** says:
haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
hahahaha
haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
nice
haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
mission completre
haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
haha
haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
we are so pro
haha! Oh Chuck, you are so creepy, I adore you says:
we should be in the CIA
ballin' **system overload** says:
yes yes we are
ballin' **system overload** says:
no kidding
ballin' **system overload** says:
we're awesome

Are you well? And please pass the grey poupon

That little tire that circles the moll on the hill will recede eventually, but you won't feel empty.

When that windmill twirls once tomorrow, the iconoclasts will be destroyed in one little boy's eyes.

And when you bake, make sure the room fills with warm cinnamon and sinful chocolate.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

808s ARE cool ;)

Jeezy can you hear meee?

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

clay chocolate:I'll punch you if you steal one.

So busy. And so very tired. My poster is kickass though. I hate emersions. Sorry for hatin' but the ones I've met...suck. It feels like I haven't talked to you in ages even though I think it was just yesterday? Did we really talk? No...I don't think so. Next today, perhaps. Yes...next today.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETIE!!!!

Wish I was there to celebrate with you - have FUN! I love you! Love, Mabis

Friday, September 19, 2008

Pink Sky at Night Pt. 8,000,000,000

You are so creepy, swiveling around in your chair like Dr. Evil, or that guy from DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN Inspector Gadget. Something about keeping your Love Locked DOOOOOWN, or...yeah. Well I'm blogging right now. Well than la de freaking da. What the blog, blog? If by cool you mean extremely nerdy. Turn the light back off, it's hurting my eyes. That face, just like that. That sounded dirty, Dolly, gross.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Guest Post from Bolly Part Deux

no i gtg actually
bed time

Luke Skywalker Would Be Proud

because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
so do you have Rock Band II yet?
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
or are you planning on it?
ballin' says:
is it out?~
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
i heard it was
ballin' says:
omg
ballin' says:
i didn't know
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
hahaha
ballin' says:
i thought it was october... oh that must be gh 4

because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
I could be wrong tho
ballin' says:
oh no
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
gh 4?
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
what does that mean

ballin' says:
guitar hero 4
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
is that 1337 for something, dork?
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
hahaha jokes
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
OOOH ok
ballin' says:
hahahahaha
ballin' says:
HAHAHA aww
ballin' says:
hahaha
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
hahaha

ballin' says:
actually wow is dork
ballin' says:
in gamer language

because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
seriously?
ballin' says:
gh is for the cool kids
ballin' says:
haha world of warcraft
ballin' says:
HAHAHAHAHA
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
AHAHAHAHAHHA
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
NICE!
ballin' says:
seriously
ballin' says:
hahahaahah
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
I wish I was there to highfive you!
ballin' says:
haha thanks
ballin' says: :)
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
that was awesome
because the sun is always shining in Coolville says:
hahahahaha

Sunday, September 14, 2008

fine then, go offline before I say goodbye

I'm sure this week will fly by and friday will be here once again before we know it, not far from up yonder way and just over where the valley dips and the mountains peek. if you look, you can see it already, as though on the plains and flatlands of Saskatchewan.

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You Can Have Whatever You Like

So I'm walking and I'm walking, and I see this _ _ _ _ at the side of the road, and I think, "ohmigawd...."

finally...quiet

Do you ever smell something that just teleports you back in time? Something that temporarily paralyzes and dizzies you? Memories flood back to you and you feel overwhelmed with a sense of nostalgia. But the feeling is only temporary and within seconds you realize that you are in the now. That no matter how hard you try, you can only transport your thoughts back in time and not you. Is it better to be here now? Or worse? It won't ever matter because you can't change it. And you just have to live with that. So enjoy the memories you have and be happy that you have them or forget that those moments ever existed and pretend they never happened.
If you can pretend like those memories never existed, are they still a part of you? Do they make you who you are? Without those experiences who would you be?

Just something to think about.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

hide and seek

Jameny says:
merci
WiscAAAAnson says:
so what's crackalackin
Jameny says:
secret codes and such
WiscAAAAnson says:
Jameny I can hear you, jameny can you heeear meeee?!?!?!?!
WiscAAAAnson says:
totally
Jameny says:
wiscAAAAnsono I can hear you
Jameny says:
roger that
WiscAAAAnson says:
10-4
WiscAAAAnson says:
over
Jameny says:
bird entered the nest 7:31
WiscAAAAnson says:
roger that, but for clarification, of which bird do we speak?
Jameny says:
the only bird we ever speak of, the bird that watches us
Jameny says:
the bird that follows us
WiscAAAAnson says:
roger that, get ready for take down in 4, over
Jameny says:
to starbucks we go
Jameny says:
copy and paste over
WiscAAAAnson says:
hot coffee on the beak, over
Jameny says:
spillage, you say?
WiscAAAAnson says:
indeed
WiscAAAAnson says:
with rash and horrible consequences
Jameny says:
horrible? would you say dire, perhaps?
Jameny says:
heartbeats and clocks heartbeats and clocks!
WiscAAAAnson says:
did you scope him>
WiscAAAAnson says:
the one who speaks words?
Jameny says:
no it is over...i am dead
Jameny says:
yet alive
Jameny says:
SO ALIVE
WiscAAAAnson says:
food in the blender, aye
Jameny says:
how did you know?
WiscAAAAnson says:
telepathy
Jameny says:
are you supernatural? or just strange?
WiscAAAAnson says:
your face is strange
Jameny says:
or d) none of the above
Jameny says:
hm
WiscAAAAnson says:
or c) your mom
Jameny says:
it would appear you are strange/////strangely strange
Jameny says:
will you?
WiscAAAAnson says:
I will!
WiscAAAAnson says:
what did the man's wife's girlfriend's brother's nephew tell you the other morning at the break of dawn
WiscAAAAnson says:
you'd better tell me the right answer
Jameny says:
that we've lost control
Jameny says:
that there is no return
Jameny says:
we can't change what has gone down
WiscAAAAnson says:
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
WiscAAAAnson says:
can't wait
Jameny says:
the break of dawn is supposed to bring great relief but all it brings is despair
Jameny says:
can't wait for what, if you don't mind my asking?
WiscAAAAnson says:
negatory
WiscAAAAnson says:
the no return, duh
Jameny says:
negatory you say?
WiscAAAAnson says:
god, keep up
WiscAAAAnson says:
MMMM WHAT YOU SAAAAAY
WiscAAAAnson says:
*boom*
Jameny says:
MMM WHAT YOU
Jameny says:
MMMM
Jameny says:
mmmmmmmmm
Jameny says:
mmmmmmmmmm
WiscAAAAnson says:
MMM WHAT YOU
Jameny says:
mmmm wha tyou say
Jameny says:
mmm what
Jameny says:
mmmm what
Jameny says:
mmm what
WiscAAAAnson says:
OOOH That you only meant weellllll
Jameny says:
mmmmmmmmmmm what you say
WiscAAAAnson says:
well of course you did and
WiscAAAAnson says:
BOOM
WiscAAAAnson says:
MMMM
Jameny says:
mmmm
Jameny says:
such sadness
Jameny says:
and yet complete inner joy
Jameny says:
how? how is this possible?
WiscAAAAnson says:
PANCAKES!!! THE RABBIT OR THE food?
Jameny says:
both. can i eat pancakes the rabbit for food?
Jameny says:
what if that is my answer? will we survive
WiscAAAAnson says:
of course you can
WiscAAAAnson says:
and the easter bunny too, Satan
Jameny says:
yum
Jameny says:
how do you know my true identity?
WiscAAAAnson says:
omg I can't believe you just asked me that
WiscAAAAnson says:
it's a secret
WiscAAAAnson says:
there is a little black dot
WiscAAAAnson says:
and it won't let me tell
Jameny says:
well then it will have to be demolished.
Jameny says:
sorry little black dot. you die now.
WiscAAAAnson says:
no, it won't
Jameny says:
it has to
WiscAAAAnson says:
wormholes can't be demolished
WiscAAAAnson says:
duh
Jameny says:
you can't decide
Jameny says:
i create and i destroy
Jameny says:
i now choose to destrow
WiscAAAAnson says:
haha creepo
Jameny says:
creepo you say?
WiscAAAAnson says:
you are
WiscAAAAnson says:
ok my love, I gotta go eat din din din
Jameny says:
you haven't eaten yet??
WiscAAAAnson says:
haha no i wasn't hungry
Jameny says:
oh weird
WiscAAAAnson says:
but i am starving now

msn heartbreak - where are you jeezy?

Don't worry K. Not only do I love you, I support you.

webcam delight

so. if...

east is west and up is down and right is left and red is green and kids are adults and happy is sad and animate is inanimate and money is free and in is out and sound is silent and feelings are void and apples are oranges and boys are girls and delicious is yucky and reading is listening and life is death...

are you you?

I love you, Dolly and Bolly :)

Have a nice day

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Step Back Gonna Come at You Fast

Sick Today. :( Sucks A Lot, Yucky Blucky.
But damn, I love Yeats and Longfellow.
From The Celtic Twilight:

Paddy Flynn is dead;
He was a great teller of tales, and unlike our common romancers,
knew how to empty heaven, hell, and purgatory, faeryland and earth,
to people his stories.
He did not live in a shrunken world, but knew of no less ample circumstance than did Homer himself. Perhaps the Gaelic people shall by his like bring back again the
ancient simplicity and amplitude of imagination
Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for,
and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a
little dust under our feet.

And then, of course, Longfellow's vivid portrayal of one night in history:
http://poetry.eserver.org/paul-revere.html

Poetry bores me, usually. Subjective, vague, and multidimensional; those all sound like good things, but they can be tedious and dull in their attempt to be deep. But then you look at Yeats and Longfellow, and think My God. They are so crystal clear. And yet their clarity can't be mistaken for simplicity; what they write isn't any less beautiful than something you read in a cold university classroom with your rear planted on a butt-moulding-hard-plastic chair, a piece that forces the prof to ask, "Now, what exactly did Pretentious Poet mean when s/he wrote this?"

The Truth.

You know you love me

XOXO, Gossip Girl

Monday, September 8, 2008

dinner time!

Glenn blinked and struggled to open her eyelids. She had to squint in order to take in the scene around her. It felt like someone had hammered nails into her head. She felt overwhelming dizziness as she sat up.
"Feeling any better?" His voice. Again. It haunted her when she slept and when she woke.
"No. As a matter of fact I don't," Glenn's icy voice shot at him. She looked around her. The room had light pink wallpapered walls with cream carpet. She was sitting on a bed in the middle of the room with a velour-like cover on it. Immediately she knew she was in a hotel room.
How did I get here? And more importantly, how am I going to get out?

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Sort of thing


Green berries sprout from the darkest corners of that soul, and the orange sprites flit across and wonder when they will turn purple - magic, majestic, royal purple, not aubergine, or eggplant, or god forbid, elephant. Elephant elephant elephant. You are my ---
Swim splash, can you hear the sound of the pointed horn cutitng the water like a hot butter through knife? Incredible

Avant-garde - to explain someone that is innovative or...

Paramore - no, not crush crush crush - paramour: a lover, an adulterous relationship?

Call her that next time.

Back to the purple elephants. Just watch her wildest tricks come true, she probably said as she stomped her heavy heavy heavy foot. Do you think that maybe there are other worlds, ones that are different than ours, where you can shoot through a tear in the universe, a wrinkle in time (RIP), and see things you could not even wrap your head around or imagine?

Tell me why it is so ridiculous to think that at one time, there may have been a horse with a horn sprouting from its forehead, but it's easy to accept the narwhal, beautiful and poniont.


Lil Wayne's pants are fallin' down!


Saturday, September 6, 2008

Everybody wants to be you...

She pressed her back against the door and held her breath.
Did he hear me? Is he close? Glenn wondered. Her eyes searched for an alternate escape route, hoping for an easy way out. Of course I pick a room where I will easily break my neck from jumping out the window. Glenn could feel a drop of sweat running down her face but was too frightened to wipe it away and risk noise. I could hide in the closet. Too predictable. Under the bed? Even MORE predictable. Glenn sighed and immediately regretted it.
"Glenn? What did I say?" His deep voice penetrated the heavy air.
Closer than expected. Glenn shuddered as she crept closer to the closet. She was conscious enough to know that he was still talking but her mind blocked the subject matter. She hid in the back corner of the closet, hoping to be covered by shadows. She slid the closet door shut and wrapped her arms around her legs. A door creaked.
"Why do you hide from me?" He asked like he actually cared. Like the outcome would be different if he knew the answer. A sliver of light fell over Glenn's face.

Writing to Reach You.

Dial the number, wait for connection. Connect. Ring Ring Ring. Cowie zips through the telephone pole. He is 50 grams, millions of lightyears old. Every telephone ring he is going this way and that, with his long grey beard, the real Santa maybe? He is the reason we can talk to our parents, our grandparents, our friends, telemarketers, people across the world. Zip Zip Zip for 24 thankless hours, never resting, all alone, thankfully too busy to be lonely. The amulet is around his neck, until he loses it in the world's fastest bet against the Banana King, who always wins. Starlight the Monkey collects it, and plays with it for awhile - 'monkeying around', if you will. He almost gets sucked into the amulet's (ulet ulet!) power, almost almost almost being drawn into Cowie's world, Cowie is thisclose to retirement ... but, alas, it was not meant to be, and luckily Cowie was too busy to even notice his close but failed chance at a rest. Lucky for him, though - if he ever stops moving, if his motion ceases for longer than 30 seconds, he will disintegrate. But that is besides the point: Starlight accidently dropped the amulet into 1000 years of darkness, and only one unicorn could save it ....

On the shores of a school in Quebec, the ocean opens up and laps up against the shore, and people stand and wait as the sun rises and a shipwreck is explored.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Killer Rabbit on the Loose

If events don't actually happen, if items disappear when you look away, if everything is a figment of imagination, if you are not you, then... then what's the point of it all? What's the point of living and leaving no impact? No dent? No change? Can you even call it living? Or is it more like dreaming? Why do some people get magical dreams, while others get nightmares? That doesn't seem fair. But life isn't fair you say. Well how convenient that the people who are dreaming magical fairytales say that. Convenient, indeed.

The 12thor20thor22ndor42nd? BROOHAHAHA jokes

And then you wonder, DID that event actually happen or is it all just a figment of an overactive imagination? And of course, there is nobody to verify the thought's authenticity, so you're left to your own devices as your very own Sherlock Holmes. And if the event and/or memory DID, in fact, occur, did it occur the way you are perceiving it? Or are you just being paranoid? With nobody to remind you or tell you or direct you, you fall into a spiral of what what what if if if and did did did.

Pop pop! The car races by as vroom, and you have to ask yourself, "Self?" until you no longer wonder or worry or react so quickly. Rise above; it all makes sense now. YOU are not YOU, says Echart. You are deeper than that, perhaps even better, faster, stronger. Oui. Good morning. And perfect agreeance (yes, yes) and mind meld on the more cowbell.

Good Morning, Oooooooooooooh

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

ding ding

We. Need. More. Cowbell.

The Egg is like a Star

I have thought about it, as I often do. People's different worlds in which they are consumed. Worlds where they can't imagine anyone living differently, thinking differently than them. So many different worlds on one planet, so crowded yet distant. So very dependent and independent at the same time. Without these other worlds would I be the same? Would you or Bolly be the same? Things must continue when we aren't looking. They simply must. For example, television. Perhaps I watched last night's episode of 90210, but did you? Did Mabis? Did Tom Cruise?

Weeping Willows Sticky Willies

But Dolly, are you sure Bolly and Mabis are gone? Maybe YOU and BOLLY are gone, and Mabis is here? Or Dolly and Mabis were never here, and it was always Bolly. Which Goes Back to Reality And Our Perceived Realities As Individuals. Think about it. There is a bright orange extension cord hanging in the tree across the street. If it's there, bright and glaring and neon and incredibly there, but nobody is there to see it, does it actually exist? Or does it poof everytime I look away???

PS - I am wondering if his brain is still the fish's brain. Good day. Feel the bold.

I don't see Quickzalquackzal, but I do see Santa.