Dangerous Women 21 (Tori Amos Edition)

                                                                             T and A

Cast

Ghost Wolf

Dangerous Women 20

Girls and Guitars 15

Wata

 Nikaido

 Sugar

Naoko

I Miss You 1993

Forgot how much I love this video.

Today - Smashing Pumpkins, Siamese Dream (1993)

To sleep, perchance to dream

Haiku 68

Cast off, weigh anchor
Into the open ocean
Heed the Siren's song

Weave 13 (Head Full of Steam/Full Head of Steam)

Where did you come from among all this noise?
Where are you going to go when it's destroyed?
It's getting harder to see me, getting harder to be me
It's getting stronger the more you stay, stronger so don't go away

Do you wanna know the way out of this maze?
Will you climb with me out of this haze?
It's getting harder to see
It's getting harder to be
I'm getting older today, inside the folder you'll stay.

Dreaming, dreaming of the end

Haiku 67

Cast away, forgotten
Emptiness is what I eat
Not for you to judge

We Could Be Heroes 11

 John Rambo

 Pac Man

Salvador Dali                                                                     Sidekicks

Kermit the Frog

 Forrest Gump

The Goonies

Blades and Axes 7

 Mat Cauthon's Ashandarei

 Destroyer - Guitar/Mandolin/Theremin

 Rand Al'Thor's Heron Mark Sword

 Jimmy Page Gibson double neck SG

Zorro's Rapier

Dreams 23

So I was driving in a car on my way to Khalid's house in DC. I could barely keep my eyes open, and I pulled into a strip mall that was actually in VA and far away from where I had intended to go. I kept almost sleeping, and somehow I was in the passenger's seat alone while car was still going. I climbed back over to driver's side, lost the cap to my water bottle and finally parked.
Then, I was riding an old rusty bicycle down a hill at the same strip mall. At the bottom of the hill/end of the mall was a big supermarket. I got off my bike and walked around the side, and there was a giant giraffe and a giant gorilla (20-50 ft. tall) that were loading warehouse type boxes and barrels into a huge freight ship that was somehow docked out behind the supermarket. I went back around to the front to put my bike away so I could take some pictures, and the gorilla followed me and was watching, but not in a menacing way. The giant animals all were covered in plush, cream colored fur that looked really soft, and I wound up getting some really cool pics. Then this giant asian guy, dressed like mega-man but still covered in the thick, soft cream fur, came towards me and his hands were like giant plush mallets. He pounded on the floor and was screaming but it didn't feel dangerous. I got some sweet photos of him, and then I woke up. Wish I could have woke up my dream camera too.

Flowers

Villains 9

 Pennywise

 Captain Hook

 Goldfinger

 The Shredder

Mr. Grey                                                                                            Henchmen

Wait For It

Owl and Spider 27

Weave 12

This place moved to a beach. The gray-green waters of a mid-atlantic beach, mirroring itself on the ground and the sky. Three synchronized detonations of this astral explosive, filling our minds with ancient shapes and patterns. Much like the witch now we moved on the sand, cosmic rhythms giving us intuitive movements, powerful movements. Secret movements. Three points of light in a dark ocean of chaos. Momentum fades, words fail, and the lights separate. Nothing lasts forever.

Brief loneliness happens.

Two lights reunite with happiness, pulling together through storms of poetry and sand. The guiding light. The third light. Seen in the distance atop a cliff, waves crashing against the base. There are no sailors here. Only a lighthouse filled with magic and madness. A race to the cliff, which recedes to accommodate the two lights to be three again. 

Money looks ridiculous. Ghostly pieces of dirty paper that forever stains the fingertips. No more looking so closely. There is wood we can walk on. Creaking stairs and gritting sand and we pile in with strange humans, creatures of the night and keepers of the faith. The faith that this delusional world of objects is the alpha and omega. Faith in their bank accounts and love affairs. No conversations pass, but we summarize them by the look on their face and the movement of their limbs. They have not seen the power that looms over their head and behind their eyes, they are just timidly walking past it, head down, hoping it will pass them by. It gets to everyone eventually. Even you, timid nobody. Even you.

Sunlight changes the colors of everything, deepens the textures. Salty air fraught with moisture. We look like ugly girls in the solace of dawn. Laughter abounds. Streets are walked, a pink elephant seen, and necklaces are made out of miniature boxes of laundry detergent. Small, peanut butter smeared bagels ‘cooked’, and the fan turns my voice into zombonic robo-scissors. Guiding light makes the guitar sound right finally.

I’m hunting. hunting for power and a safe landing in a fierce and unforgiving world of moving energy. There’s a moral to these fabled stories and a sphere where they are each lodged within my being.