hellorousseau

an eloquently warped point of view from the tongue of a cartoon character.

i used to

fullsizeoutput_5829

i used to think that there was magic in those big blue eyes of yours;
your messy, curly hair,
crooked, dimpled smile,
hooked & crooked nose.

i used to think that i could see my future in your hands;
with clinging, grasping, rubber bands
and travels across many lands,
our hearts transfixed, transposed.

i used to think your voice was sweet,
like stale, spongy, honey treats,
that stick to bottles, bare and beat,
that melt like adipose.

but now i think you’re sunken wax:
a vat of acid,
pile of tacks,
a burning corpse upon its back
frozen in boxers pose.

a mound of clotted, rotted flesh,
an open wound,
a black abscess,
a lack of love,
a lack of less,
the anchor of your woes.

i used to think you were a ship,
that sailed down my dock and dipped
upon my shoreline,
soft and slipped with

nothing left to offer.

 

Advertisements

cella in wonderland

AHAHAHAH

“Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw.

How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head though the doorway;

‘And even if my head would go through,’ thought poor Alice, `it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only know how to begin.’

For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible“.

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

 

did you sneak in?

“in my own little corner, in my own little chair
i can be whatever i want to be”
– cinderella

there are so many blissful, colourfully crumbling, abandoned, alluring structures around winnipeg, some of which are covered in vibrant murals of crooked, towering graffiti, others which have moulded and aged into withered shells of metal and concrete: so, i’ve started doing some exploring/creeping/sneaking in the last couple of months to see what i can find.

this shoot in particular was a tough one to get through as we were constantly peeking over our shoulders, crawling passed open, rusting windows, & scurrying around this massive cement castle, but krista was a total champion and stuck it out like a pro~