“She said she was an actress” by Julia at Grange Park


Friday, July 3, 2015
3:48pm
5 minutes
said by a Valens customer

She said she was an actress
Her heart the bleeding kind
She said she was a change maker
Her heart the bleeding kind
She said she was only half living
Her heart the tortured kind
She said she was only half being
Her heart the tortured kind
She said she was a lover once
Her heart the open kind
She said she was mother once
Her heart the open kind
She said she was an actress
Her heart the beating kind
She said she was a slave to the art
Her heart the beating kind
She said she was unhappy
Her heart the breaking kind
She said she was wasn’t done yet
Her heart the breaking kind

“She said she was an actress” by Julia at Grange Park

“Attackers might be trying to steal” by Julia on her patio


Thursday, July 2, 2015
4:40 pm
5 minutes
from a notice from Google

They rock you from outside your cage
They spit
They leer
They laugh
They drink your blood in a furious rage
They hit
They jeer
They scoff

Run run run
Run run run
Run run run

Run

They steal your words from right off the page
They stab
They fight
They will
They tear your flesh on a live stage
They break
They take
They kill

Run run run
Run run run
Run run run

Run

“Attackers might be trying to steal” by Julia on her patio

“with special guests” by Julia on her patio


Wednesday, July 1, 2015
6:59pm
5 minutes
From a Baroque to Birdland flyer

Ever feel like you’re not even starring in your own life? Lately I haven’t even been guest starring let alone carrying the whole thing. I’ve been having dreams these past few nights that I’m doing the things, going on the adventures, but it’s not actually me. It’s somebody else, someone else’s face and hands, but it’s not me. I watch another human play my role in my own mind’s film and I’m bewildered about that. Why am I not controlling the action? What am I doing so wrong that someone else has to step in and take over? I think it’s obvious, I haven’t been taking initiative in getting things done. But in my dreams who is this other person? It’s not someone I recognize. Is it my alter ego? My true self? My active mind? My true personality? Is it the me I wish I was? The me I’m supposed to be? The me I will be? The me I am when I’m being honest?

“with special guests” by Julia on her patio

“Our favourite woman is missing!!!” by Julia at Valens Restaurant


Tuesday, June 30, 2015 at Valens Restaurant
10:02 pm
5 minutes
From a text

I wait for Dany to close the door fully before I utter a single word about Cynthia. I hear the click. Dany waits at the window watching Mitchell get into his car. She makes sure he drives away then she slowly turns around.
“He’s gone.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Watched him drive off. ”
“I don’t think she’s dead. ”
“Don’t say that. I knew you were going to say that. ”
“Hear me out, Dany. I’ve given this a lot of thought. ”
“I don’t like that she could be alive and wouldn’t tell us. Or wouldn’t even tell her own brother. ”
“That’s just it, Mitch can’t know about her. No one can. ”

“Our favourite woman is missing!!!” by Julia at Valens Restaurant

“10% off” By Julia on her couch


Monday, June 29, 2015
3:31pm
5 minutes
From http://www.hollyhock.ca

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“10% off” By Julia on her couch

“with special guests” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Wednesday, July 1, 2015
6:43pm
5 minutes
From a Baroque to Birdland flyer

“We’ll meet you there,” Andre says, “in the lobby,” and I believe him. I have no reason not do. Or… Do I?

We park and walk into the theatre. The lights start to flash and Marj says it’s time to go in. “But they aren’t here yet,” I say, and we have their tickets. “Well that was a stupid plan. They are always late!” Marj goes and gets a seat, “How are we going to know what’s happening if we miss the prologue!” she says. “It’s in Italian! We aren’t going to understand it anyway!” I wait. I order an Old Fashioned.

At Intermission, I start to worry. Marj takes forever in the bathroom (“Godddamn lines! Goddamn women!”) “I’m worried, hon,” I say and she touches my face and says something must’ve come up. “He’s not a surgeon, hon!” Marj goes in for the second act and I take a seat right near the door.

We’re in bed and the phone rings.

“with special guests” by Sasha at her kitchen table

“Our favourite woman is missing!!!” by Sasha on her porch


Tuesday, June 30, 2015
9:39pm
5 minutes
From a text

“Please don’t be mad at me,” Sydney says, eyes round as fried eggs. “I sorrrrrry!” She wails, throwing her arms around my waist, wetting the front of my dress. “It’s okay,” I say, even though it’s not. “It’s fine, sweetie.”

She’d been painting on the floor and had used one of my grandmother’s bone china tea cups to mix her paint. Acrylic. She’d asked for acrylic paints from her aunt Kim and Kim always obliges, without okay-ing it with us. “Really?” I’d hissed, taking off my party hat. “That shit stains!” Kim had smiled apologetically and said, “I’ll tell her to keep it on newspaper.”

Sydney and I tried to get the paint out of the teacup but it was forever tinged green. “Why don’t you just turn it into a planter or something?” Kim asked. “I liked to drink tea out of it, that’s why!” I said a little too enthusiastically.

“Our favourite woman is missing!!!” by Sasha on her porch