swimming with kaptain krisyphillis

kpt. krisyphillis and i went for a swim today. the kpt is actually a high school; friend and one of my best guy buds. anyway we went swimming today and the subject of our futures came to light." so should we start lookin for apartments?" he said, (float) "dunno" i stalled..... "kinda thinkin about maybe considering the army" says I, "hmm" he counters....... "k" he concedes, " ill miss ya though."(splash)" ill miss you too" i gush.

"crazy bitch" he says while slapping me in the face with a swim noodle. i proceed to choke him half to death with the offending orange fun noodle while he vainly attempts to tickle me. This is the kpt and I in a nutshell although the scene changes from time to time. But youd be suprised at how many shopping malls and convience stores sell fun noodles. hehehe he never sees it coming!

But off to bed i go. something im not exactly looking foward to. Im more anxious to start this collage project ive had under my hat for the past few weeks but sadly a mexican without rubber cement is nuthing at all, and pay day isnt until friday!!! Oh my left ovary for some rubber cement!!! hmm i wonder what ovaries go for these days......? oh yeah the sleep thing gah! i hope to dream of something completely unmurderous, but with my luck itll probably want to cuddle.

do they ever check?

graphic novels have left me sleepless and terror stricken with flash of emotia dreams and horrid images of hand tearin bunnies. i have extremly emotional flashes when i dream. at first sleep the emtions hit me and i shake more of a nocturnal twitch bordering kinda convulsive. i awake trembling and have breif reccollection of the various flashes. asleep once again, images, weird fucked up images that try to reinact the emotion ive remembered but fails to. so get a fucked up confused dream. like the bunnies

im on the floor lying on my side and there is a bunny to my left, completly white and un menacing. my hands are torn to shreds i know it was the bunny. people nearby ( i do not recognize them) are arguing they turn to me and he says hey get up why are you on the floor.i stretch a bloody hand foward, i cant make a noise or a facial expression o r the bunny will attack. so i show him my hand and he gets upset and says whats that! what are you doin !help us decide. i flinch when he yells at me and the bunny attacks, i feel without the pain that rabbit peel my skin back off my hand. and i feel the terror. so i sheild myself. he stops and i tery to gain the peoples attention again. so slowly while staring at the rabbit i outstretch my hand towards the people, we stare the emotions run rampid a mix of terror confusion and something else like desparation. but with both hands outstretched i shake them and the rabbit attacks again this time totally un provoke. i flinch and awake freezing cold and sore all over.

this is only one of the messed up dreams i care to remember. this only happens when i start drawing. but i dont beleive it marks me as an artist it might just be repression . tonight was suahnns 21st birthday. a time of story telling. i usually tell them about my dreams it makes them feel normal and less fucked up. good old barbara she out weirds us all. hahhahahaha.......... it wasnt supposed to funny

the blank branch on the tree

hello..... and welcome to my new blog. I am the female Lopez and undoubtedley The mild sauce on the big burrito that is my family. Well at least to those of you who are familiar with the barroom antics of my elders. for those of my friends who are reading this, quiet, if they find out the truth I wont be allowed to leave the house!

This is just a start so ill leave you to ponder this as i stumble through the streets and find something to write about.