i like riding my bike down the middle of the street,
freshly paved street, riding with no hands. like i'm 9 again.
and i clap.
to the song im singing.
i clap to the song im singing because i can
and it makes me feel like im, in a way,
kind of almost flying.

and i sing:

" Well, I gotta friend that we all know and Jill is her name.
Yeeaahh, I gotta friend that we all know and Jill is her name.
Get on board, Jill and Jill.
Get on board Jill and Jill.
Get on board Jill and Jill,
There's room for plenty a more.
TOOT TOOT!"

My friend Marcus taught me that and I sing way too often when im riding home.

I am playing a show on Thursday and this is how i feel about it :

(click here)

wait, no. im sorry, i was a bit confused. this is how i really feel : click here, boner.

OH GOD, IM SORRY.

. I really truly feel like this:

which is totally awesome.
now i am going to wait for my friend cam to call me
on the phone in which i will sit in my bed
and discuss the difference between
schooksvorging and talihandrunning.

good times.
good times.


love: jill (click)

shitting in bags and selling them

so first off, i want to thank jeanie
for letting me use her computer.
without it i would be clicking random
objects and trying to write emails with the toaster
and possibly be taking shits in the fake fireplace
(only because thats what i do at inconstant moments of frusteration because i do not have access to the net)
( its not really an addiction, its just a fetish)
(a sick fucking fetish)

im learning more and more what a blog really is,
and what is really can be.
anything, really.
so, i've decided to tell you a bit about this thing.
this thing called " universal name change"
i know a few people who have felt the need
to change their given name to a name the
universe has introduced as a better suited
"label" for them.
great.
so jeanie and i have decided to change our names as well.
I will now be called Fairy Princess Muffin Sparkle.
and Jeanie is Pegasus Wing Future Cat. great.
now that thats outta the way, i took pictures of some of my art.
why?
well i'd shit in bags and sell them, but i'd rather doodle.





i made a video. click here
i made it with my body. and face. and mind-thing.




im going to BED..... fuck already. im tired.
why are you keeping me up this late?
wait... here is an open letter:

dear computerland,
why are you keeping me up so late.
stop it.

yours,
jill

the time is nigh to shout hooray

i wore a long, flowing skirt today as i biked to the cafe,
and i felt like an older lady riding side saddle,
with a fabulous over-sized sun hat, on my way to a day at the races,
with a small silver flask tucked into the tops of my stockings that stretch
perfectly across the tops of my lovely thighs,
just waiting to be touched by the feather of a black swan....
it was a great bike ride.

plus i was listening to Andy McKee, who you need to check out.

news flash: i sometimes think things are
going to be a lot harder than they really are.

i never consider the fact that this "fear" is not really a fear at all.
but just the UNKNOWN.....

do you ever get that?

sometimes i think im not adapted well enough to just jump in and try things or start things up,
but really,
i'm totally capable for whatever the situation requires.
i must begin to believe that.

i think i need credibility.
credibility of the mind.
i want to feel like i am worth it. like i have something to say; to sell; to share; to inspire people with.

and i do.

this week has been my "putting forth my inspiration",
of taking those first steps with something, anything, even if i think i have no credibility or talent or worth (which of course i do)

do something,
ANYTHING!!
just do something!!!

OK!!!!!!! i will.

so here is some of my poetry; some journal entries, too.

i created cavernous caves in my carcass
filled with coral cartilage created by
crafty cave-dwellers who can't call collect
on their cornucopias because the rates
have crept up to uncalculated heights
and they refuse to pay cash...
those callous cunts.

barbed-wire crowns on my thorax, no sorry, on my head.
little baby julius ceasar wants to play at little baby jesus' house today.
dont play outside for too long.
don't play doctor either.

baby jesus is just too curious.



i was ready to love you
the day you threw out
the onions because you said
they smelled bad.
they were actually
a bag of rotten baseballs.
and that is love.