Danger - 10,000ft Drop

 

Intimacy is touching the water inside a goldfish bowl - fresh, clear, comfort liquid sharply becoming stale, cold, invasive and tainted with the presence of things or people we can neither understand or come to Love. A flash of bright promise from the side of a Goldfish in a ray of Sunlight to suddenly become a blunt and burned Orange shying safely into the dark, away from all contact.
Leave me be, for I adore my bubble of Silence & Isolation.

Don't say it with Flowers

Sleaze. Creep. Control Freak. Possessive. Alcoholic. Self-Deprecating. Obese. Smarmy. Clingy. Money-obsessed. Boring. Ignorant. Desperate. STOP-FUCKING-TOUCHING-ME! Looking to get his Cheb wet. Bad personal hygiene. Greasy. Megalomaniac. Drug Abuser. Convict. No Ambition. Only-messages-when-he’s-drunk. GET-THE-FUCK-AWAY-FROM-ME!
Dating still sucks.
And I am surrounded by Morons.
I continue to buy the more expensive Flowers I like!

Scrapbooking

I've always had a bit of a thing for Ragdolls since picking up Korn's 'Issues' album as a teenager, and always pondered why they never released an accompanying female in the Doll version - until I realised what it actually was and therefore didn't have a gender in the first place. Oops :/
Here's my little versions - digging through the crude pencil loose sheets I've kept for years, finishing them off and giving them all a home together. I actually stitched a few as a young girl - maybe I'll pick my sewing box up again one of these days...

Ragdolls are perfect Microcosms of people. One careless rip and all of the stuffing falls out, despite our Facebook Immortality Complexes.



 I fancied a walk through the Park on the way home from Work yesterday, and walked alongside it after finding it prematurely locked against the annual Pre-Guy Fawkes's Night mischief. Under a Streetlight that didn't work, a very fast, very bright and very streamlined creature that looked like a Hare crossed my path in a blur. It was barely there for a second.

You need to get yourself to bed, I thought, but googled the meaning of seeing a Hare, as I've been dabbling in Spiritualism and symbols for a while, and Reception is up now that I'm not living in a haze of Booze.

Hare's are quite different from Rabbits, acting as Messengers from different realms and are considered both Welcome and a Warning as they portray many things. They're considered to represent Intuition, Adaptability, Transformation, Lucky Coincidences, having the accurate feeling about something and New Beginnings but also warn of delusions, deceptions and of bad habits or fears that hold us back and make us unable to move forward. In my case, it's probably a reminder to stay away from Alcohol and the carnage that occurs afterwards.
 I'm having a Spiritual Reading on Saturday, so I'll let you know how that goes ;)

Don't let the Rainbow fool you

As part of this Life Coaching type of carry on, one of the many things breaking the negative repetitive behaviours, the degenerate dependencies (People & Substances), keeping me away from the inside of the bottle and (hopefully) rewiring me into a mature, responsible, sophisticated model citizen is picking up the Happy Scrapbook again!

I put this together last night, using two drawings in the long-abandoned WIP pile and lost three hours finishing it after "Oh, I'll have a faff for half an hour..." ;)

 

Scrapbook page detailing substance abuse and escapism.
Mixed Media includes a Lambrini bottle top, a Joint containing Parsley, a Baggie containing more Parsley, heart confetti & iridescent glitter. Band-aid displays some questionable fragments I found under the Couch. Everything drawn, coloured, cut, glued and sellotaped by me!

This little character is a glorified & prettier representation based on what I used to look like.

Here's me, a little over two years ago at size 18-20 - At my heaviest, my most miserable and probably the furthest into the Void I've ever been:

That Shirt is like a dress on me now, I wear it as a Nightie these days :)

Me now, a trim size 12-14:

And probably the Happiest I've ever been!

Scream a Symphony

*°･o｡☆ How does it feel like, to wake up in the sun? ☆｡o･ﾟ*

How does it feel like, to shine on everyone?

How does it feel like, to let forever be?

How does it feel like, to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter?

Don't ya wanna be a Monster too?

Wow!!

Has it really been *THAT* long since my last Monster High post??It's been nearly six months!
Needless to say, my Collection has grown since I first brought Frankie home, stood her on my Bookcase and marvelled at the way her bones lit up when her abdomen was pressed. Rochelle arrived not long afterwards to keep her company and Abbey soon joined the ten-inch space they lived in between my Jacqueline Wilson Collection and my Guru Guru Pon-Chan Manga.
It got a bit cramped until Venus McFlytrap arrived back from a camping holiday in Whitby & Twyla came home from the 13 Wishes feature movie on the anniversary of a personal heartbreak back in August that the girls suddenly needed their own shelf.

There's also nothing quite like picking up a new Doll to lift a Smile :)

I think a lot about abstract, daft things and I started thinking that whilst each character in the MH series has an endearing trait, they display an equally opposing force to compromise it at the same time. Traits present in both genders across the world, even though the series has a female majority. These are the ones I could think of off the top of my head:

FRANKIE STEIN: 'Electrifying' (Sexually appealing) yet she's unstable - regularly losing limbs and 'falling to pieces'. Frankie is probably my favourite character from the whole series. I've always dug Hetero-chromatic eyes and my Eng Lit GCSE coursework for creative writing (all 26 sides of it) featured at least one character with unusual eye colours. Being a Printer, I can fully appreciate the God Complex which is the balance of creating either a flaw or something beautiful, even though it is essentially the same thing, and Frankie was created from many parts from many bodies but is still quite attractive.

CLAWDEEN WOLF: Sexual Confidence & Attractiveness hindered by Menstruation - "That time of the month".

DRACULAURA: Compromisation of Traditional Heritage (Dressing modern, going out in the Sun covered in Sun cream, keeping daylight hours, becoming Vegan, Dating the enemy - a Werewolf) yet she still has no reflection and a few traditional

CLEO DE NILE: "Queen-Bee Syndrome" - The demand for (inherited) Respect, yet the absolute absence of Independence. Incapable of Autonomy.

LAGOONA BLUE: The In-Law Syndrome. Universally accepting and friends with all Monsters yet is judged by Gil's parents for being a Saltwater.

GHOULIA YELPS: Fast and gifted in the Mind, yet painfully slow in the Body.

SPECTRA VONDERGEIST: The need to be recognized even though she is invisible. Opposes Twyla, who is comfortable in her own skin and actually quite chilled out!

ABBEY BOMINABLE: Frosty. Headstrong. Sexually rejective and immune to charms yet craves traditional Courtship.

VENUS MCFLYTRAP: The responsibility to care for and nurture - in her case, the environment. Environmentally dependent - needs Sunlight & water and being out of the dark.

After watching the 13 Wishes movie, I'm quite over the moon that the company that produced Barbie also managed to create something that encourages individuality. I hope the school-aged Barbies have stopped exercising their superiority complex over any self-confessed Monster even ten years after leaving School.