kellanreiterr...
Member Since: 1/31/2008
Last Seen: 10/6/2008
http://kellanreiterracing.uber.com
Favorite Bands:
joni mitchell. cat power. tom waits. bonnie raitt. sigur ros. smashing pumpkins. pearl jam. belle & sebastian. railroad earth. ymsb. the rolling stones. rilo kiley. bright eyes. arctic monkeys. the plastiscines. the kills. the strokes. etc.
Favorite Films:
the princess bride. the wizard of oz. beauty and the beast. a love song for bobby long. annie hall. giulietta degli spiriti. the animated robin hood. butch cassidy & the sundance kid. persona. paris je t'aime. sleeper. harry potter(s). amelie. back to the future. giant. pan's labyrinth. mirror mask. the science of sleep. diarios de motocicleta. the philadelphia story. breakfast at tiffany's. uzumaki. the happiness of the katakuris. secretary. stranger than fiction. mr. magorium. volver.
Favorite Books:
et al.
Favorite Video Games:
zelda. halo. mario paint.
Favorite Hang Outs:
my bed.
Favorite Artists:
georgia o'keefe. degas. sally mann. dali. joseph cornell. loretta luxx. the polaroid kidd. stella im hultberg. amy sol. mc escher.
clean fingers run across her arm, leaping over freckles as she counts the dark shapes lying sullen on the surface. five, three are now paling green, two are still brown and purple. her elbow got it bad. she picks at the scab. for a moment she is seven again and this whitewashed cave on the third floor (without a view) doesn't exist. she's in the tub, fearless, watching the water run red as her mother turns pale plucking rocks from deep within her knees.
there were no rocks this time. she picks at the scab. pretty nice strawberry. shifting her weight out of a cross legged position her feet hit cold linoleum, recoil, lay flat. broken blood vessel bruises make her knee look like a magic eye picture and the purple green and blues seep across her skin like tiedye. she very well could still be seven.
seven on the in, too old for falling and bumping into everything on the out.
struggling to recall how exactly it happened she shakes her head and sighs.
the blood ran hot down her arm and from her finger and foot. as it slid down, cooling in the breezy night air, she realized she was bleeding. it had taken about ten minutes. ten minutes to realize she was covered in blood. not unlike the morning she changed the lightbulb and stood up, triumphant, smacking herself delirious on the iron chandelier in the front of the sunlit store. she had run then, out into the snow to breathe cold air to sooth the throbbing. the only triumph then belonged to the thin neon red covering her face, matting her hair and salting her lips. as the drums beat behind her forehead she gazed out at the white piles of delicate snow that seemed to pull back in horror and disgust, like a field of white rabbits shielding their eyes from a dying beast.
Your site is fun! I didn't see the Dresden Dolls in your favorite bands, but I just completed an interview with Amanda Palmer and Brian Viglione of The Dresden Dolls. Both interviews are on my audio page. Check them out if you get the chance.
