Friday, 28 November 2008

i just decoupaged this box yesterday

Monday, 24 November 2008



I can tell you why I am here
I can tell you why I’m resistant
I’m a non-stick spray
Flammable and combustible
I’m not a voodoo doll.
Washable, invisible as failed ignitions,
Premonitions of time past.

A capacitor, resistor, transistor
Refusing documentation.
My biometrics state
I do not in fact exist.

Eco-terror nightmares
My blood, was drawn, is clear
Withstanding the pressure of silent crowded streets
Where fire extinguishes our energy fights,
deterred by your white christmas lights.

Stay out of my way and out of my view!
I do not want to know you.
Do not cross my path, or you will feel the wrath
Of my blazing forcefield cutting through.
I will only repeat myself once, if that.
Stay out of my way! Stay out of sight.
Do not go past, access is denied,
if I may be obliged to monopolize.

Press this number for your language.
Your reference number will be required:
Please enter your PIN, and then please sign here.
(and don’t forget to read the fine print, which says:
“We cannot be held responsible for this equation.”)

An obsolete compass guides down a dirt road.
You walk down it with corrosive steps,
Nuclear lantern lighting the path.
It is found, your split particles emerged from
Where an atomic bomb was once tested.

A compact portal opens,
Ivy leaves compressed.
In an attempt to balance the elements’ symbols,
Water speaks to you, in waves:
I can tell you why I’m dust,
Even so, I do exist.
Science justifies why I resist;
Let me become warm with reason.

-Chelsea Bruno
November 24, 2008

Friday, 14 November 2008

wave conversations

A discourse of square waves
i can never escape myself
i take what you sing out of context
keep me sane, save me in heaven

let us converse in sine waves
let our vision become fluid for my spiraled
floor's sake---
let me not test my bones to see if they will break.

Come and see the weaving
i have done atop the lake
Down on the ocean's shelf,
our sea castle awaits.

An insulated seizure, blood running too thin
Finding one current, losing another
whisked away from the watch tower.
Time is on my side now,
i plan to hide somehow,
i blend in as a leaf, sprouting growing
green, see my veins
in ink
do not touch

i am a tree who leads.

Saturday, 8 November 2008


Our virtual life seems a reality
You are so near,
it makes you farther away.
How many times have people said
i am somewhere i don't want to be---
Having seen where i was, once,
complete, finely tuned in speech.
Every step is a solo
as my mind becomes a hollow sphere
I never want to be swallowed
by now, but to always look ahead
of time--> Apollo recognizes me,
these fruits of the generation i bear.
My whole surroundings become
a whirlwind, so much happens,
i disappear. I am not there, nor
am i here --- displaced within
that which i create.

Am i here, i disappear---

dr. eden

A radar deflector,
particle collider
i am dr.
a lot of conclusive
three black and white stripes
my eye cannot get
perspective right
speak again my muse
as i am absent from myself
my metal wings will take me
to the point of being seldom
always to return, no return
in this lack of words

cross encounter
moves the eye
backspace key

Clearword, moonshot

marbleflux, quarries, spheres

i like to twirl before i see
the empty of my snowy dreams

Thursday, 6 November 2008

just for the record...

i can't wait to graduate. i like to talk to myself sometimes, because there is no one else to talk to. but an essay i'm writing in spanish told me something interesting as i was writing it. the computer is always there to listen, and it never talks back. it does not really listen, rather chart occurrences (for instance, i just spelled that word "occurances" wrong three times, and the computer notified me of that) usually i am a very good speller. sometimes the computer thinks it is correcting you when it really is not. my essay in spanish, for example; since spanish is not the first language of MS word, every single word has a red or green squiggly underline. i, for one, cannot stand that squiggly underline! it ticks me off. i am wondering, and i always have, why the option to turn that 'feature' of MS word to the 'OFF' switch. because sometimes, it is of no help. like when you're writing an essay in a nother language. back it up computer, i love you, don't take this the wrong way, but don't tell me when to capitalize stuff, or when i'm misspelling stuff. it is very choosy.. it makes me think there might be a brain in there.
one thing my spanish essay addresses: how did man create something that is smarter than him? how are computers so perfect? why are the general 'they' trying to make robots have human emotions? robots will be useless to us when they become emotional wrecks and failures like the rest of us. not to say i am an emotional wreck or failure, but we all reach that point some time,

you know what i mean?


the computer (through the eyes of a frustrated eden)

Sunday, 2 November 2008

sunrise rave..

these people were cool, i like gathering random people around my car and blasting the music while ranting about my various mad topics of philosophy and music. she actually named me the spooky wizard. and i love seeing everyone wearing my hat.

i, the spooky wizard

my hat is so amazing... it gave me magical powers

the lighting in this place really set off your eyes.. hannah has decorated it wonderfully.

the bearded lady, and i, the spooky wizard