No Rest In Sight

My stars are out tonight. And when they are, I can't sleep. To the table I go - pour the coffee & cream, and stare.

I can't help think the lady is a part of my mind now. She is the fear born from my youth, and made alive on the television. When it was turned off I could look deep into the cyrstals on the ceiling and create her in my minds eye - breathing life into her. It can still happen.

"Donna's smoldering smoking scene"

So, was she thinking about Lady Elaine or the Jamesicle here?

the Elaine of your nightmares

When the musk fills your nose, and the cancer grows, you know it's time to move from your home, because the Lady has moved in. Stay, and she will consume you.

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It was dusk. I was a boy again. I was alone amongst the wet trees.

Ahead, I could see it hanging from a branch, swinging slowly back and forth, creaking. It was dead - by its own hand, of stick fingers. I tried to help, but nothing could help it.

The arrow was there. LEF was there.

I am sorry, I honestly could not do anything.

In the Room

So, last night I finally had the experience I have been waiting for:

I gathered up all my childhood paintings of her, and a yellow, plastic coat hanger. I hung them on the wall and called for her. She arrived. The room hummed. My paintings fluttered in her prescence.

We are on better terms.

It's sad to think my aunt is possessed; but the coffee stains on the table resemble her everyday.

it's just a toothbrush

The common toothbrush - a part of our daily lives, an intimate tool for our bodies. And when people are welcomed into our home, it is seen and thought about.

No matter where I hide it, she finds it, and takes it.

Between the Dark Shadows of myself

This window fills me with a pleasant melancholy for her of course, and for Caroline sometimes. And other things.

It was 3 A.M. eternal -------> The dim light from the window being so ghostly in the air. I could see so much more --------> so many things. My mind was inverted, and I understood more than ever. The concept of Her blossomed in my head -----> ideas became pictures ------> emotion turned into an image of how We knew each other before . . . before We physically met. Written words from the past, dreams of the present worked together, as I looked through the window. The window into Us. The words finally came to my lips.

SHE heard them. SHE held me tenderly through the exploration, with questions, sensitivity, and touch.

And in the end, I miss the Being that is my transcendental Daughter and Friend. And with that the tears came.

Yet, I just cannot understand it all, so much still unknown. I am full and pleased.

LEF Needs to Leave

Somehow she manages to be present in all the rooms at once, and even talks to me through the ceiling fan.

Giving it some thought, I believe all arrows point to my fairest of ladies. That is why the electric bill has been climbing rather high lately.

The Arrow Within, Points to Her and from Her

In a deep-thought trance of Her
It became apparent that She and I are possibly of the same mold
Perhaps just two different forms of the same, in thought, perception, organization

The secrets She keeps stashed, I too keep, in fun and in fear
If exposed, hot stress boils into a need for control and centering
By cutting off clean the cause of it all

Though we've come so far to be here
It makes no difference to me at this second
My rejection of You is now - the arrow calls

Surely You remember how it felt to reject me
You saw no other way out
Life heaped up on You, and You looked for the arrow
You found it ---hacked---->
and I fell deep into tears

And now the arrow calls me
It reveals the truth of Her and I, of our nature
That being, emotion before efficiency, is wrong
And in a second, one would spit the other out

But now inside I am calmed and understood by her, Her, and HER
She and I were rare, and are to this day
The chances of our first meeting, extrodinary

This is right

This Way

An obsession with arrows has gotten the best of me. The focus is now the arrow.

Coming To A Theatre Inside You

Now, I'm not sure if this is true or not, but I just heard Lady Elaine Fairchilde is coming to the big screen, played by, of course, Grayson Hall. Maybe it will just be playing on the big screen of our dreamless sleep.

Her Control

He wants to know why we are all so obsessed with her.

a picture of Her

Just when you thought you understood yourself and your life.

You turn around to see a picture of a decade past.

And you change - your life changes.

And you hope the change never ends.

Finally completed my Frank's Box. It's true, it really does attract the shadow beings. But, I really can't wait until I hear Lady Elaine's voice break through the fuzz & static.

The Justified Ancients of LEF

Sadly, what's missing in the "The White Room" is a clear refrence to Lady Elaine.

She's Got Warts Too

Some believe warts are the point at which other-dimensional beings (like Lady Elaine) have made contact with our bodies. This causes the skin to rupture and the wart virus creeps inside.

The Chinese Have Done It Again

Believe or not, the well known Communist Country has banned the "Mister Rogers" television program.

The Entertainment Minister announced just last week that the show would be cut. It was brought to his attention after reports of hundreds of frightened children. Apparently so many kids screamed in horror upon seeing Lady Elaine, that they're pulling the plug on the whole show.

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She's got Dolza on her mind, sometimes.

She's Gone Global

Lady Elaine Fairchilde was rated the #1 "Most Freaky Puppet" on a recent World Wide Web poll.

How does she fit in?