hello to everyone who reads my journal

[foxtongue]

I am in a room like a small city.

Katie posted a query today that I particularly appreciated, so I'm going to imitate it here. Her complaint was contentment and mine is sorrow.
Between the two of us, we span a strange continent.



Please tell me your names, introduce yourself, you strangers.
There's over 100 of you that I don't know.

"Even if I know you, introduce yourself to others, and tell me what you've done lately."

Tell me why you're here, how you found me, what inspires you.

Tell me your stimulations, titillations; show me your pretty hidden treasures.

Explain a piece of your world with something beautiful.

Share something you want everyone else to know.

Make something new.

Comments

[envoy.livejournal.com]

I'm Envoy, an old handle that contunes to suit me pretty well. After 10 years of dreaming of it I've finally moved permanently to London.

I found you on Ellis' journal, I followed you because you talked about coming to this city as well and I thought it might be nice to know other people on a similar path.

Inspiration is random, if I knew what inspired me exactly, I probably would no longer be inspired by it.

I have a 10 pound ball of silly putty, I like to get photos of people with it. I've gotten a photo of Bruce Campbell with it. Dr. Dimento as well, but the photo was impossibly blurry.

As a pleasant side effect of selling my house and not buying another one I've got a bit of a nest egg to live off of so I don't need to immediately seek employment. I've been exploring, doing random things, doing nothing, trying to capture the feeling of what having so little by choice can mean, letting myself unwind after a very difficult and hectic couple of years. Many many things were lost or thrown away, but I'm now a lot lighter than I was, and I find that very much a comfort.

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/envoy/56536670/)

It's a process. But now instead of grinding every day away waiting for those scant days when I could return, I'm spending every moment being where I want to be. Every day has value again. Every. Day.

*sings* d-e-m-e-n-t--o

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I really like your picture. All the steps that must have gone into taking it make it nicer. I'm so unbearably glad you made it back to London. It gives me hope, and makes the place real, though I've no nest egg, and likely never will.

[mckenzee.livejournal.com]

Hi, I'm Larry. I work a lot, I'm tearing down one old house and rebuilding another. In my spare time I write, take photos, cook, quilt, garden, explore, travel, organize and make Sinister Bedfellows.

This is where I live:

Also, I'm considering adopting Porf as my comic relief.

heh heh... Porf.

I'd be your straight man.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

It's almost embarassing how long it took me to understand what you were referring to when you called me Porf.

Sometimes I refer to you as that best friend at summer camp, as if that's the reason why I never see you.

I'm not sure if you really wanted this response, because I get confused by your posts at times.

[qp4.livejournal.com]

I'm Shawn Marvis Perkins (for whatever reason our middle names come from our grandfathers first name), a Specialist in the United States Cavalry. I've been reading you for six weeks or so, give or take, and I'm not sure exactly how I found you, though it's most likely through a search on one of my more obscure interests (five or less people using it) or one of our mutual "friends" (and I hate that LJ calls it that, because it's more of a list of what I read).

(I don't normally use parens so much, but I'm trying to fit a lot in here.)

I'm not sure what exactly inspires me anymore, though once upon a time I'm sure there was something; lately I have more and more trouble remembering who I was in my past lives. I do get, as we say in line units, "a hard on" from macho shit. Loud war cries, shooting expert, ruck marches of over ten miles, or just ruck runs: all good shit and motivation. So is just about anything to do with hot chicks, as we so rarely come into contact with them, and when we do, the ratio is very skewed.

Lately, well lately I've been fighting a war. It seems like it's all I've ever done. There is no beauty here. I keep looking for it, or even something pretty. And there's nothing. It's bitter, it's ugly, it smells--literally--like shit. Think of seeing various shades of brown with every sense, not just sight.

I want everyone to know....

I want everyone to know there's about twenty thousand of us during any given week that haven't slept very well. Haven't ate worth a damn. That we're filthy, sore, suffering from various ailments and wounds that we don't bother going to a medic for. I want everyone to know that we're walking canals and bomb ridden roads, hiking across the desert and driving through neighborhoods that are the very definition of poverty. I want everyone to know that people are dying everywhere, blown apart by their own people. I want everyone to know that we all volunteered to come here, and make all that better. I want everyone to know the names of my friends and the guys I've served with that aren't coming back.

I want everyone to know that we're doing it for them, and not to forget it.

There's nothing new under the sun.

this was it, exactly - thank you

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I have only respect and awe for what you and yours are attempting. I send my sympathies and only wish I had something to offer you. My life has been free of war, all my conflicts have been tiny in comparison. I want for you to make it out and in one piece. I want for your country to remember that it used to stand for something worthy of praise.

[uminthecoil.livejournal.com]

I’m here because of insomnia...because a pinched nerve in my right shoulder-blade has climbed my neck and rattled my migraines, and when I can’t focus enough to draw a straight line I peek online...I’m here because one evening you said hello...because you’re a damn good writer...and because I might like to take a bite out of your hips...:)

My name is Andrew
Today is my birthday.
maybe a year ago I could have rattled off a zillion separate things that inspire me, but lately, I’m not nearly so sure of myself...I guess that’s a bit out of character, though I wouldn’t necessarily tag it as a bad thing...ask me again in a year.

This was from last winter, but I never got around to posting it...which sort’a makes it new...



And here is some stuff that’s just a couple of nights old.

[mckenzee.livejournal.com]

At first glance, I thought the branches were covered with condoms.

[(Anonymous)]

>Please tell me your names, introduce yourself, you strangers.
>There's over 100 of you that I don't know.

- atticus h. wolrab.

>"Even if I know you, introduce yourself to others, and tell me what you've done lately."

i'm a 21st century hack american painter. lately i have been fond of taking over the counter pain killer and eating tootsie rolls.

>Tell me why you're here, how you found me, what inspires you.

i'm here to see what jhayne is up to.
this site was found via a whisker
i have no idea what inspires me.

>Tell me your stimulations, titillations; show me your pretty hidden treasures.

my treasures are public and my titilations are too many to list.

>Explain a piece of your world with something beautiful.

i make them toast every morning.

>Share something you want everyone else to know.

there isn't anything i feel you ought to know.

>Make something new.

no problem. just as soon as i move the last few boxes and take some more painkillers.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I used to put pills in tootsie rolls so that my friends bird would eat them. It was reminiscent of giving a guinea pig a piece of chiclet. The mouth would work furiously to no effect.

Your flickr is delightful and it's one of the few I check regularly. I'm so very glad of it. Your paintings make me smile and I'm jealous that you go tto meet Theremina.

[jason0x21.livejournal.com]

Hi, I'm Jason, and considering the picture in your post, I'm in the wrong place. I live near Larry, and have a wonderful wife and two cats.

I work a lot, but do nothing like most of my friends (who end up being artists). I work on computers all day building ephemeral things that end up being real things, but still usually too small to see. I can't point to anything in the world and say "that is me". Usually more like "there's a bit of me in there." It's almost as impossible to explain the joy I get when I see things working.

To combat the existential malaise of working on things too small to see, even when they're done, I have a giant car that continues to confound me, but also delights me when I press the pedal and feel the fuel turn into a solidity of momentum that eludes me in modern vehicles.

I constantly pit my notion of the futility of effort against the very real exuberance of seeing ideas take a finished and tangible (to me) form.

I am in a losing battle with the moderation of my desires.

I blame Larry for me knowing of you. He likes that.

[mckenzee.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do.

[charitypomaybo.livejournal.com]

hello. my name is charity.

last night i watched The Warriors for the first time.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_flybaby_/]

Can you dig it?

[ishokunaeppy.livejournal.com]

I feel like I just did this on your journal five minutes ago, which probably says something about how long I've been gone.

[lafinjack.livejournal.com]

TEH HORRAR

[300letters.livejournal.com]

My name is Light

I go to places like this:


To make things like this:


I also write things like this.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Your skills and experience are intimidating, sir.

I love what you do.

[litlebopeepshow.livejournal.com]

My names Raphaella and I'm here because I wanted to find out a bit more about the beuatiful, passionate and amazing woman I'm met briefly many times at clubs and party's.

Through either Tyler or Ricks live journal don't remember which.

I am inspired by the colours and textures of the world around me and the desire to make costumes out if it or to mirror it as we'll as stroies of amazing women like Mae West, Emilia Erheart and Elizabeth the 1st who lived life the way they wanted to.

Some of my titulations and stimulations are danceing to music with a deep passionate base line, walking alone at night in the cold brisk air looking at the moon, and kissing someone passionately.

I don't have any good pictures of something beautiful, but will get some soon.

I think the most beautiful thing I made recently would be a corset for Herminia, it's top layer is a georgous deep purple bracade with pale gold dragons on it, that dance around the corset in candle light.

I'm in the middle of getting a new tattoo of the comedy-tragedy masks on my right calf. They're not a traditional mask, its going to be a double sided metal masks(with cyborgish faces) witht he happy face with fangs and a sad face crying tears of blood.

I'm going to be fixing up an vintage orangy pink waitress uniform for the next sin ciy.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I would like to take pictures of some of the things you've made, if that's allowable. You're braver than i in getting any tattoos. I don't have any because I've never found anything that I liked long enough. I do have a new plan however: a tiny diagram of which way up to insert the batteries behind my left ear, in between the flash and the hairline.

You know me...

[waylonmccann.livejournal.com]

Ok, I believe I got your Livejournal contact from Dominique, whom I've know for a few years, and I'm sure she thinks I'm completely crazed.

What do you need to know aside from the bullshit rumors that float arround?
no, I'm nor poor, not rich either. No I'm not a criminal. I Do a great and many things, all of which fall into the line of art and music. I can build/fix most things with suprisingly little capital to start.

Aside from doing the whole music thing [The Seventh Wave]
and making a video game, I spend my time raising a little girl so that the planet won't eat her alive when she enters highschool. I listen to alot of rap/rock/ecletic music, and love only the greenest of grasses.

When I'm not hanging with my "crew" I spend my time working to death in obscurity, relegated to communicating through the internet or in person.

We should hang out sometime, you got some skills, maybe we could colaberate on eachothers stuff to make something of it all.

if you need a peekture to remind yourself goto: http://www.waylonmccann.cjb.net

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I am continaully uncertain if we've ever actually met, you and I. I don't think so, but maybe? Sanctuary likely, but somehow.. I haven't been going for awhile.

I'm surprised at how many parents are here.

everybody's doin' it these days

[hakkenkrak.livejournal.com]

hi, i'm a hakkenkrak. i am shy and retiring. but you know that already.

also, i have new shoes, and dry feet.

here, have a rabbit. it's one of shane's, but he won't mind sharing. it reminds me of the velveteen rabbit, which has to be one of the best books ever ever ever.

are you coming to the launch?

Also, we should hang you.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

You're also a poet that I fall in love with sometimes. You put words together like they're falling down together in a sweaty happy heap. I respect that and wish I could do it more. Knowing Shane is bad for the soul that way. I joke that one day I'm going to break his hands.

Of course I'll be at the opening. Now I see you have the bunny pictures, I'm going to steal your flickr to whore it out a bit.

[radiodog.livejournal.com]

I am Ed (in theory)

I'm here because meeting a mysterious person at a small show resulted in finding this beautifully written journal and joining the zombie walk.

Inspiration is Homo Sapien and it's fabrications.



I am a techno-fetishist.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Until today I hadn't connected who you are to who you were.

Are there any posts in your journal?

[fred-smith.livejournal.com]

I met you one year ago today, on my bonfire night post. We rarely talk, but you amuse me when we do. So thats okay.

I'm Britain's worst magician, I am a Crowley fan-boi and I'm currently inspired by my insane Wiccan next door neighbour, qaballah and tarot and Liber AL Legis and any random science I can get my mind around. Also, pornogaphy.

Night before last, I was getting pissed in my local when this classical beauty I know called Elfin sang "Diamond's are a Girl's Best Friend." Immediately afterwards, the Wiccan next door stood up and sang this Irish song. On the way home, all the fields had flooded and swans were swimming around outside the Co-Op Carpark.

Life is bigger than the internet. I forgot that before I moved to Wales.

Everything is constantly in flux. Nothing is ever exactly the same twice.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

My schedule is not so good anymore for talking to England. It used to be that I chose work schedules that were perfectly suited for that sort of thing, but no longer. What with the eight hour difference, my mind grows awkward when you come on-line, because it's already telling me to go to bed. I miss talking to you. You made me laugh a lot at four a.m.

I'm glad Wales turned out better than Robin Hood's forest. You seemed like you might have needed to get out more.

[abracas.livejournal.com]

Hey there, kfx here...I found you thrugh Warren Ellis..somewhere out there on the interwub...added you to my freinds list because you were local, interesting poetic and beautiful...

I've been learning how to love recently, without reservations or fear, to accept that the universe will only fuck me in the ass if I really rewally want it...

stimulations, titillations..Ive discovered that I'm a horndog...a mass of fetishes with a sweet heart...in otherwards...I wanna be peed on and fucked inthe as...but only if you really love me...

pretty hidden treasures....you're gonna have to read my squick posts for that...

"Explain a piece of your world with something beautiful." My wife Angelstrange the most beautifyul shining example of life and love I have eber witnessed, my shining Angel and our beautiful children, the cherubs, without which I am just a pale shadow...

"Share something you want everyone else to know." hmmm...today I am quitiing smoking...I have half a cigarette left to enjoy..then I'm done....wish me luck

As for something new...been there done that..lok for me on MPeria...

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

If you're local, you should come to korean movie mondays. They're not kid-friendly, but they're very good for adults.

Glad youre quitting smoking. I helped my ex kick his habit of twenty years, it was possibly one of the most randomly strained weekends I'd ever experienced. Sex helped.

[desdemona-1595.livejournal.com]

My name is Herminia, I met you at Sin or Scank, then again maybe it was KMM, yes i think thats it, KMM.

As for what I've been up to lately, mainly looking for work, improving my social life by going out entirely too often and writing, finally have the time after a year of no time off to get back to some of the things that make me happy. One other thing that I really need to make time for again is Opera, I haven't had a chance to look for a new company or choir for years and I really want to start singing again, mainly because I don't remember I time I was happier than when I was on stage at the Orpheum.

How did I find you?, well that depends, I think the same way I find most influential people in my life: by chance. As far as on here, through Aella or Rick I guess

I'm here to stay in touch with friends and maybe improve my writing 'cause they are what inspires me or at least gives me the drive to get through the truely shit times and makes me happy about the good times.

The part of my world that is the most beautiful would be my adorable little black kitten and my even more adorable not so little white kitty who gets bed-head all the time.

And something new? I'm making a dress out of black pvc, yay pvc!!

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

We met at SinCity before that, almost certain. When you came to KMN, you knew me and Rick already, remember? I assumed we met at SinCity. *grins* Either way, it's always a pleasure to see you. SO many little surprises. I never would have guessed you were a spanish spitting opera singer. Cross my heart.

[gunn.livejournal.com]

I go by many names, one of them is Gunn.
I'm here because I see promise, I found you through Monsieur Ellis, and good books and dark nights in empty cities inspire me.
I am stimulated by energy- intellectual passion, I am titillated with mischief and play.


This is something I'm working on in secret, whether it is pretty or not is up to you, it is no longer hidden, but it is treasured. I've told no one it's for yet, and this is the first time I've shown it to anyone. It is also an explanation of a piece of my world.

I want everyone to know that drinking water isn't a health fad. Proper hydration leads to a life more within one's capability to handle.

See above art for the "something new".

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

You are one of the people I think of as a person here. The more of you shown to me, the more I find resonanace and want to take you to the rail bridge at night with a small picnic basket. I want to let you show me something I've never seen before. I want to ride bicycles with you and laugh as we fail to race. I... I'm not sure. You're more than a patch of text or pictures. You're my friend.

Your picture looks like the doors of a train. It looks like something that could be stenciled. I'm glad you posted.

Related to you, I am.

[givemesodapop.livejournal.com]

Right. I am Robin Travis Holmes, writer of angst poetry. I am here to make this world a weirder place, I found Jhayne by being born (we be related). I am inspired by the weird, the wondrous, the dark, and music. I am stimulated by life, and don't know the meaning of titillations. I have no pretty treasures that I can show, but I do have a poem I could relate here.

Fear Me Not.

Fear Not the silent scream of my wounded soul that shrieks with every rejection. Fear only that which is worse then the wounded beast. The tortured soul upon which dark spirits feast.

I want anyone and everyone to know, that I'm going to take lessons with the blade starting next monday.

I am going to create a poem specifically for this post. Here it is.


This is my last outlet. I am going to run out of power and just shut down.
I have exhausted myself for the last time. My breath shall fade, and I shall cease to exist.

Re: Related to you, I am.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Robin. Please. Spare yourself attampts at writing trash. Bonus points for ridiculousness but minus several thousand for lame.

Also, kids who commit suicide don't ever get to have sex.

crystallized blood drops

[naekkae.livejournal.com]

i'm naekkae. really. it's my name. pronounced nicki. the spelling was given to me by the most amazing human being i have ever known. he was brilliant. talented. passionate. he died of cancer at 19. the world darkened that day.

my world has been surrounded by the deaths of people i love, starting when i was very young. it has helped shape who i am, made me more aware, more obsessed with seizing life and really living.

i found you through angus, my twin brother, not by blood, of course, but then i have never defined my family by blood lines. i miss him all the time, and hate to be so far away. i continue to read what you write because of what you say, and more importantly, how you say it.

i love deeply and fall hard over and over again. i am attracted to anything sparkly, jewels, metals, lights. maybe that's why my husband and i moved here, to las vegas. seems as good a reason as any.

i love sharks. they are beautiful and instinctual and ancient. as i type this, i am watching "deep blue sea." it's a great movie to drink to. you root for the sharks. everytime they bite someone, you drink. everytime they kill someone, you drink. and when one of them dies, you drink to honor their loss.

the most vivid and constant fact of my life is that i am 29 weeks pregnant, less than three months away from my january due date. my world right now centers around the upcoming birth of my first child, a boy, much as, i am sure, my world will center around my son once he is born. i've done a thousand things with my life, worked a thousand jobs, seen a thousand places. all of it seems shadowed by the awesome fact that there is a life growing inside of me.

Re: crystallized blood drops

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

That's the movie where one of them swims backwards, isn't it? I think Ray was just talking about it last night. Well, talking might be too mild a word, but you get my drift.

I like that you're here and reading, that I am another connection to your family. You're braver than I, in that you're having a child. I don't think I could these days. Later, maybe, but really - I haven't seen enough. What would I tell them?

[jettcat.livejournal.com]

Hi I'm Jett, I found while browsing friends of friends and was intrigued by the pictures you posted and your writing style. I traced back thru your info page and found our common link was being friended by mistersleepless aka mistah E. I'm lacking in inspiration at the moment due to crazed move schedule I have. Know anybody in the SF bay area that wants to buy some antique furniture??
It's driving me mad, I tell you, MAD!!!
When I'm in a disconnected state, I make jewelry from art glass, silver and gemstones

Here is my version of a Boondock Saints rosary
done in tiger eye and bloodstone with bali silver
(http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?p=10&imgid=89529420)

and yes I do take comission work

nice necklace

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Seems a few people found me through Warren. It's interesting to see how many stick around. *grins* Sorry to say I don't know any Bay people off the top of my head. I used to know a pile of musicians in Oakland, but that was a long time ago. My days of being woken by Michael Frente are quite over, sadly.

[ed-dirt.livejournal.com]

I'm Matt...owner operator of Edible Dirt. (http://catmydog.keenspace.com/)

I'm a happily married 47 year old Yankee boyliving in London. I hate the direction my country has headed, but short of a Barret .50 BMG, wtf ya gonna do?

I hang out here because Jhayne's writing makes my soul flutter like a tree in the wind, and I am addicted to that sensation. If you know what I mean, then hell yes, and if not, then I feel sorry for you.


It is autumn here in England...the leaves follow me on the afternoon dark streets like whispery dry footsteps

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I would have guessed closer to fourty than fifty. Congtratulations mister. Your nephew posts some interesting links. I was so surprised when I found you were related. It seems like I've infiltrated your internet. You even know Ed, that guy who stayed over at my house covered in fake blood.

[algae-al-fresco.livejournal.com]

We've met. I'm Beth. Lately I've been growing a thicker skin and breaking down walls at the same time. so much better to have the warm elasticity of skin than the dead brittleness of walls.

I read because I don't know you at all, because I see you regularly and every now and then I feel a moment of connection, but most of the time not at all. I met you at Chris' house. Inspiration for me comes from everything I see, but it's a reflection of my emotional state, sometimes it's raindrops, barbed wire, freckles, cacti, freshly turned earth, alleys, messy backyards, anything or nothing at all.
music flits through my life, I'd be lying if I said it was the only thing that mattered to me, but there's something precious about having something that is passion, fun and hard work all wrapped up in one.
Everyone's definition of happiness is different, the most wonderful feeling in the world, starting from the inside and glowing so brightly one has to avoid eye contact with others...I usually say mine comes from a focus, a direction, but that's not quite accurate. I think it comes from the fact that I want every day, every hour and every minute. When I'm absolutely miserable, when I can't imagine why anyone would ever see me, when I feel laughable, when I'm weak, stupid, slow, and ugly...I still can't breathe when I see the blood red leaves of a tree against a stormy sky. I won't let go of the weak moments, there's a beauty in them too. And each day, if the next didn't come, well, I've had more than my share of joy.
I don't feel wise enough to tell everyone anything, I don't think I'll ever be wise enough, which is frustrating in a world where everyone seems to think they're wise enough to dictate how others should or shouldn't live.
I've made nothing but words lately, but perhaps I'll make some old music new tomorrow.

mis-placed tired a

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

When the wind changes direction, I'm sure we'll have time enough to find south from south east. Both I and my blood have been slow lately. I hope this piece of future is working to amend that disability. It would be nice to meet you again. *smiles* I like you, we all do. You have a sense of glamour, not the modern sort, but the old.

[kindelingboy.livejournal.com]

My name is Michael.

I have a pet named teri who just got her navel pierced twice.

And I my be embarking on a year of faith.

Oh, and I want a tattoo of a stem of poison hemlock, 'cause I'm a philosopher.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Have I told you what tattoo I think I might still want in a year? A tiny little diagram of which way up to place batteries is on a sticker that comes on almost all digital cameras now. I want that behind my left ear before the hairline.

[inri33.livejournal.com]

It probably would've been easier to just write on the paper rather than photoshop it :P

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Two minuite lighting at three in the morning is bitchy enough without having to get the paper right too. Also, your entry fails. No gold star.

[lesprita.livejournal.com]

Jhayne, hiiiii : )
I know you know me....but I just wanted to send thanks for your sweet phone message...and in return I'll share my favorite joke with you:

What did the farmer say when he lost his tractor?

"Where's my tractor?"

I wish you a sweet day Jhayne, full of naughtiness and beauty.... : ) D

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

You make me smile, dear Darren. You make me smile and your pictures are holy things that fill me with awe.