Hear ye! Hear ye! NEW EVENT!!!!!!!!!!!

STAMPS ARE FUN!!!

I went stamp crazy today!
I made one for PandaRunner and of course, i had to give Camille the same attention!!!

Tumble dry

There is the tumbleweed
which gathers at its seams
the dust and particles from the wind
and from the path it sees.
It roasts beneath the sun
and crumbles from the rain
and as it passes floaters by
it finds the richest seas.
The deserts waves and dunes
that fold into themselves
capture the weeds in its billowy comforter.
It skips and pops and rolls
down the unpaved roads of sand
and the forgotten caress of winds
which long since have passed.
Cry out to me oh tumbleweed
dont leave me out and dry
like your skeletal frame!
id love to wrap you in my arms and sooth your coarse sad bristles.
the weeds once soft fresh from the ground
have they frightened you so?
how the warmth caused you to grow
such salt.

An unanswered truth
lies behind the ears
and lingers with fear.

Forget me! she shouts
as she runs to the darkest corner of her cove.
She dives in and glides behind a veil of naive sensitivity.
The same as that of an innocent child.

she does not know what it is she has done
when love was most fervent and
as herbaceous as fresh mint.

a jungle

Lunacy and fear exploding with laughter from a deep and forbidden affaire of love.


i think that makes sense.
if it doesnt let me know.

xoxox
Abi , Magician of camille-like 'ships.

a reminder

Ciranda cirandinha
Vamos todos cirandar
Vamos dar a meia volta
Volta e meia vamos dar
O anel que tu me deste
Era vidro e se quebrou
O amor que tu me tinhas
Era pouco e se acabou



also note- heart of glass, blondie.

A long and old story of love

Se Esta Rua

Se esta rua
se esta rua fosse minha
eu mandava
eu mandava ladrihlar.
Com pedrinhas
com pedrinhas de brilhantes
para o meu
para o meu amor passar.

Nesta rua
nesta rua tem um bosque
que se chama
que se chama solidao.
Dentro dele
dentro dele mora um anjo
que roubou
que roubou meu coracao.

Se eu roubei
se eu roubei teu coracao
tu roubaste
tu roubasteo meu tambem
Se eu roubei
se eu roubei teu coracao
foi porque
foi porque te quero bem.

Gureje Boutique....and Doll Neighborhood show!!!

Doll Neighborhood was a Collective of artists who for whatever reason got together once every few weeks and made dolls.We exhibited our work at the Gureje Gallery in Brooklyn.
Each week we would sit together, eat, sew, and talk about our dolls. It sounds crazy. It was awesome. If i could go back and do this everyday, i would.
Thank you Gureje, and Doll Neighborhood!!!!!!!!!

Meet my neighbor- his name is Mous(tach)e.

A balloon ride