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In Which There Were...
adriannasesame.blogspot.com
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Illustrated musings and lullabies for cotton candy monsters. Somewhere pretty for me to leave my thoughts and those random meanderings that result in odd looks.
#368050 in All , #465 in Odd stuff

Rouge

arsenic baby drinking teachina cup, glaze violetsfuneral flowers will never fademilk pale as a girl should beblue silk ribbons laced up neather pretty organs, poison curedboning knife between the rib...

21 may 12

Imitation of Life

blacked out puristsutured lips, methyl flavored stitchesmetabolic junky chokeson candy coated wishesinside drooling artificebehind the sane bleached pearlssour fruit, carbolic acideat static holes in...

19 may 12

Streaming

  And he wore a pretty dress, lined his eyes with kohl. Behind his whirligig eyes there lurks a crazed giggle, a hundred tiny hurts. Poppy seeds in his teeth, he takes his coffee black, watching...

10 may 12

Quiet In the Mind of A Doll

  Dry and frail, palefolded as a paper doll,she sits in her red wet cave,absently pulling dry leavesfrom her hair.Her dirty feet are tingling with un-danced waltzes,while uterus quiver...

05 apr 12

The Way the Third Night Looked

Into pools of velvet shadowa bone girl walks on bare feetcovered in dust and salther dancing pawsshe thinks;pearl colored thoughtswalking through the battered glasssmoking incandescent dreamsfrom Pla...

28 mar 12

Grimalkin

It is not the calcified rackthe graceful wing bonesbutterfliedfilled with synovial flutteringIncandescent spook, stretchingelusive, bewhiskered and tail twitchingIt is in the subtle spinethat co...

24 mar 12

The Queens Finger Bones

Pale fingers; delicacies among tribes of ghoulscoldly tracing her favorite monoliths; the color of bonea magnificent barbarianFed on raw fish and fat plum wineshe grows nightshade skin; luminous...

22 mar 12

Anatomical Regard

Monster child, candy flesh entersthe world yawning open; lovinglytasting the scent of vanillaand sulfurFattened baby ghost gleamingtoothless grins; droolingspoon fed silver incantationsrosy crucifixi...

18 mar 12

An Offering of Wax and Cake

the ancient general storehas one dusty cornerfurther back than the other cornerswhere they keep the Kelvinator, rumblingbelching frostwhere they keep the sundriesno-one wants to needquaint smili...

01 feb 12

Stigmatopography or The Carnival of the Absurd

 "A dreamer is one that can only find her way by moonlight and her punishment is that she sees dawn before the rest of the world." ~ Oscar Wilde 1888 It is with great consternation ...

02 jan 12

Memento Mori

behind her ribs, to the left and downnestled just above the spleenrests a most solemn notionshadows curl black smokefrom this small curled thingbutterfly wings in darkness incubatingbat wings,&n...

18 dec 11

Then There Were Mimes

 After nights spent roller skating down the subspace highway, our exhausted monster angel knows that the best breakfast is sugar laced and shimmering with high fructose promises. There are muffi...

11 dec 11

Canonizing the Cheshire Grin

It is often a game of dressing up for monster girls.  Real Life is a scary place for angel monsters and must be navigated with stealth and trickery. Costumes and masks and shadows drawn on with ...

03 dec 11

Cassia and Bone

Some days the rain hisses and whispers outside the window. Curled in her window seat, wrapped in baby goat wool, the winter angel sips hibiscus tea. She listens to the soggy west wind and hears treeh...

26 nov 11

Rarefied Chine

  There was once a girl.  She was glass, blue tinted, her bones pale lavender.  She breathed dust and sighed light and spiders wove silky secrets into her ashy hair.  The was an e...

16 nov 11

Strangely, No Rabbits

 In the tallest tower velveteen baby girl is nursed on iced cinnamon lattes and a lupine baba reads her Victorian bedtime tales by warm lamplight. Morbid little tales of cherished loves, Edwardi...

14 nov 11

Rosemary

in the kitchen of rambling farmhousesthe wallpaper climbs with wisteria   and soft brown water stainsshe stands in her harvest colored dressshe stands and her shadow lets downnerv...

10 nov 11

Astrum In Glass

   Brittle milkface child dreaming, sharp morning briar wrapping around a glass pedestal. They will creep up, tiny golden thorns no bigger than kitten teeth, sharp enough to draw their bead...

06 nov 11

In Defense of Gravity

 It can be a burden to smile.  Lips move over teeth, stretching, elastic, falling insincerely to the floor. Hallways become littered with teeth and tongues shriveled with a thousand small l...

30 oct 11

What Sustains

 Between bites of lightly salted raw fish the bone girl reads words of fluff and fantasy.  Real life is a myriad dream, all the colors shifting at the wrong times, the light never where it ...

22 oct 11

Where the Deer Went

  It is with practiced fragility that all the fey creatures crouch and slouch. Skin moves over bones, over nerves sighing with atavistic songs, moves through stardust. Dancing fall girls, whirli...

18 oct 11

Bean Sidhe and Kodachrome

 Peeling mandarins, sending clouds of sweet orange into the air, the pilgrim licks sugary fruit juice from her fingertips.  She drops the rind on the worn carpet, a bit of magic still spark...

17 oct 11

Rite of Bears

powdered phantoms dance the best boogie woogies      in sodium light    whenthe wind is full of the smoke the cinnamon incense   of funeral rites.  pumpki...

10 oct 11

Alkaloid Satori

from the bottomof a synaptic sizzlespirits movedin a polychromatic clumpa prismatic katamaridancingdown the&n bsp;cobblestonesgrinning avocado refrigerators    tree ghosts waving r...

08 oct 11

Ceres Smoking

the girl is a calcium vasein the warm center of thingsbehind butterflied ribsresides her umbral ghostcurled as a crimson leafstepping down autumnal arcadespaper leaves are speakingnot in whispersbut ...

06 oct 11

Waif and Crumb

Sometimes when she is lonely this feathered pilgrim takes kisses from gilt boxes and presses them to her mouth.  Some are like snowflakes, feathery and cold, leaving blue patterns on her puckere...

03 oct 11

Symmetry of Ghosts

it is not the graceful calcified rackhanging with sweet meatthat holds the flame of spiritephemeral, elusivebewhiskered and tail twitchingthe uncanny eyesit is the subtle spine, thatcolumn of incande...

29 sep 11

Postmortem Suffixes

  Occasionally it is a howling wilderness outside. Tree branches lash wet shadows into geometric nightmares, while sad shy violets shudder and shed all their petals from the violence.  Insi...

23 sep 11

The Issue of Brocade

  It is through bone colored air that the powdered pilgrim walks, wearing her pink wig piled high and woven through with tender baby stars, winking gold and sleepy.  She carries a cake, sti...

19 sep 11

Autonomous Essentia

If she was taller she would kiss the tops of the trees without having to climbIf she was thinner she would stand sideways and be hiddenIf she was broader she would carry her house like a snailIf she ...

17 sep 11

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