Tag Archives: Savannah

My gradual descent into a life I never meant…

I found myself staring at the closed oak door like the day you threw me out…

I’m in love with you completely. I’m afraid that’s all I can do…





I can’t stop listening to this song..

I’m with the speed of sound…

Carolina, where the southern Carolina,

So many people want to leave, I don’t know why they don’t just go..

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Diamonds From Sierra Leone

Dear Beautiful People, 

I am so sorry I have been neglectful recently.. my recovery from the appendix explosion has been more difficult then I imagined it would be… but I am still alive… because.. Diamonds are Forever..Forever, ever…ever, ever… 

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This is especially for my sister Clara…loves you High-C… 



Neutral Milk_Engine..XO

My Nebulanic-brother Mike Thibodeau made this video… It’s simple, lonely, and strangely beautiful… it just makes sense… now I miss you..
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(We should have taken that ship we saw when we were on the balcony Lil Mikey…) 





in the swimming pool


In the gutter

Pine-straws are getting


Bobbing up and down

In the suction

Of the little White Square-

Carved in the middle

Is a hole-

the width of a grown-man’s finger.

It’s gross.

But I’m Interested.

Dead bugs

A few worth rescuing.

My eyes are red

and burning

from all the chemicals.


Questionably clean


Black lines

Ending in T’s.

Eyes wide open-

I’m just skimming by

Passing you in one Breath.

Chemicals turn my

hair golden.

The island on my leg

Is seeping through my new

Found  pigment.

I used to ignore the Sun.

Tuner Annex.

Doors locked

Head floating

Keys Questionable.

An old motel

Renovated and transformed

Into art-student


An afternoon Vacation

At least two hours long

And 7 feet deep.


A man comes everyday

To check on the Chemicals.

Making sure

the Bleach and Chlorine

are killing the Parasites.

Gold sometimes varnishes

And turns to green.

It doesn’t matter.

I’m gliding through the Navy Blue

And the Heat.

My Face is Melting Off.

Black Lines Running

And Ending in Smears.

Coconut Oil and Concrete.

Chemicals and Water.

Never Permanent.



-Anastasia Frangoulis


Nebula..so where were the spiders?…

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s band

now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan,aww he could lick ’em by smiling
He could leave ’em to hang
‘came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan….