Wednesday, April 30, 2008

no judging allowed.

sleep tight.
don't let the bed bugs bite.

but lets just say they do.
fight the urge to jump off of a bridge.


Thursday, April 24, 2008

it is official...

pamshep is in love...again.

i quit my job.
i now work full time as a promoter and as the united states representative for little dragon. i can be reached at
this music is soooo personal...

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

she is japanese...

and i find her to be quite tricky.
soulful as hell.
yukimi nagano.
the group is little dragon.

(forgive me if i am being culturally insensitive...she just has taken me by surprise)

Sunday, April 20, 2008

don't see me.

my gown is blood red.
and it happens to be couture.
i'm walking barefoot,
and the sweetheart neckline exposes
my shoulders.when i wear this dress
my life is effortless...

people believe
everything i say... they all
believe what they see.

it's great because when i am actually
bleeding, no one ever knows.
the blood blends.

as long as i look good,
show a little skin,
and keep a smile....
i will continue to
receive fairly pleasant
the easy kind of attention...
not too much thought or energy
put forward.
...not from me at least.

"oh pam...your dress is beautiful"
"...its such a lovely color"

no one ever chooses to point out my
stains after they surface.

i wish they would, because i hate
looking dirty.

Friday, April 18, 2008

be quiet george

i have no explanation to offer.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

today it lingered.

sensational rays.
7 am.

fairytale talent.
10 am

linear thoughts.
4 pm

trippy exhaustion

it was a good day.
i was wide awake.
even when i was tired.
....extremely wide open.


Wednesday, April 09, 2008

wide open.

i have never actually been brain dead.
...but i think i act like it sometimes....

and then there are those fleeting moments
where i am proud of my thoughts.

i believe this picture captures what
those instances look like.

Monday, April 07, 2008

pam's pink petal plan.

i'm back!
not that i was in a rush
to return...but, i'm here.
dc was perfect.
my life would be so
different if i lived there.
i think.

my parents have mastered
making our conversations
seem like we're having
them for the first time....

we reflect...laugh about
fond past memories. we joke
about one another's quirks.
i get all the updates on
family news. and then
i get a lecture about
planning for my future.

its like clockwork.
i pretend to be interested.
i chime in and finish a couple
of sentences. i nod my head.
and i say..."okayyy....will do"
how do i NOT see this coming

my parents will be responsible for
any and all of my success. simply because
they made me do "it". "it" is
a variable, because my "it" is
...i'm shifty.



Wednesday, April 02, 2008

i am such a shepard.

i am my mother.
i am my niece.