these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.

my artist website is here.

Dec 27, 2013



2 days without a voice.  i can't speak, my throat feels like it is exploding.  buy the big bottle of NyQuil and guzzle.  the craziest of dreams.  my body feels tingly.  online shopping at midnight.  i almost bought a pink sweatshirt that says ON WEDNESDAYS WE WEAR PINK on the front of it from the movie Mean Girls.  that was a really good movie, actually.  my mind is all over the place.  i feel good right now because i feel as if my heart is absent, on vacation, lying in a hammock in the Bahamas, sipping a pina colada.  i want to be back in that tiny tiki lounge in new york with anne where we drank pina coladas and ate voodoo chips. i wore my white leather jacket.  i want to wake up tomorrow and feel better.  i want to wake up tomorrow and have my voice back. a rare day came when i had the entire house to myself - all 3 roommates gone -  and i could have lit up this place christmas day with my voice, singing to the rafters in hot, priviledged privacy, but instead i spent the day in bed undercover of all manner of drugs and with blazing red tonsils.  not even a squeek comes out. dreams crashing into dreams crashing into thoughts thoughts thoughts.  maybe i drank more NyQuil than i should have. in my delirium, it dawns on me:  i want to be someones favorite person.  maybe that's all anyone wants. 



Radish King said...

hope you're ok I had to hang all your art back up because I couldn't bear living without it I love you

angela simione said...

oh, you warm my heart up something deep and true and fierce. love you, sweet friend! i'm feeling much, much better and am so excited about the new year. i've got a good feeling about 2014. :)