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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2010|03:01 am]
Madame Murder
[mood |sleepy]

This is the time I think clearly. That moment between early & late. The air coming in my bedroom windows lulls me to that transient halfway point, and the thoughts slip into formation waiting for me to pluck them into order.

Before Nyx lures me deeper I'm drifting on my cloud in a darkened space peicing together the remnents of what seems like a puzzle. All the peicies & ribbons of flesh a mess. Assembling this broken bit of me in moonlight, a task I don't quite understand.

Truer though are my feelings of relaxation while sorting thru my morbid morton bradley gift.

The peace I seek laying in me deep & never breaking hold.

Maybe I should leave the mess be and choose another cloud. Or lay face shining into the nightsky, back against the ink-black water.

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Writer's Block: Brush with stardom [Mar. 17th, 2010|12:21 am]
Madame Murder

Have you ever stumbled across a celebrity in your daily life? Was it more or less exciting than you would have expected? Do you have any interest in meeting media stars?

A few years back, I was walking with some friends down Michigan Ave in Chicago's downtown area. It was about midnight, one am. When this guy walking towards us looked REALLY familiar. I was going through my head how do I know this person when BAM it fell out of my mouth. 

"Oh my god! You were in Chicago!"

My friend Heather thinking I'm having a moment said "Yes Mel, we're all in Chicago..." only to stop mid sentence when she turned around to see who I was talking to/gawking at.

John C Reilly.

This was before he was super famous, and I love Chicago cause in the middle of the night it's a ghosttown. 

He was very sweet, signed an autograph for us and took a picture.

Quite tall in person.
I've had a few brushes with famous people... 

depending on who they are, sometimes its pretty fun. 

btw, Penn Jillette is really THAT tall in person.

Summmoning The Muse to Serenity [Mar. 15th, 2010|07:04 pm]
Madame Murder
[mood |calmcalm]

There is only so long that I will continue to stand by and watch as you allow your darkness to swallow up. I cannot keep the dogs at bay. I cannot I stand on this bridge as you continue to allow them to pour gas on the fire. You can turn into the shadows now, sister of mine. This is my fairwell to the last of the being that is you. You and all I knew, all of the memories are yours to walk away from. I will treasure them now and into the after life. And when they place the slivers of coins across your eyes and the mist drags you into the river styx, you will hear my voice call out from behind the shroud of the fates.

I will continue to sing as they ring the funeral bells.

My mind is cluttered with images and dreams of all the moments past, present and future. I hear the singing now, through the clouds of envy and depression. I can see where they come from. 


I haven't stood in this city for eons and yet I can feel the sand beneath my feet as if it were yesterday. The water still sparkles in light from the fire. I close my eyes and smell the incense and perfume floating from the temples to our Goddesses and Gods.

I can feel this in my center, in my energy and this is what brings me peace. 

A peace that you were no longer meant to feel nor be apart of.
Your darkness will no longer be apart of my light.
Your negativity no longer welcome in this place. You have no place here anymore.

And as you the fire you dance in spreads... and turns on you.

I pray that the elements make it a swift passing.
I pray that they hold you tight...

They were right about you...
They were right about you...

Goodbye to you.

(no subject) [Jan. 1st, 2010|06:19 pm]
Madame Murder

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