....serenity in porcelein
the john, restroom, clo, honeybucket, toilet... whatever it is you desire it to be....

Welcome to a very fitting place of rest. Need a break? Again, i bid you welcome.

i should probably supply you with reading material. But i don't necessarily want you loitering in here. Ahhh- unless you would like to take a bath. Now, that would be pleasant. i, too, often love to bathe in my own thoughts, my own memories.

Porcelein, White. Holding within everything you've ever treasured. JUMP IN!! Bathe in the memories. Ponder them, soak in them. SPLASH AROUND! Occassionally allow them to foam silky white bubbles. Enjoy the luxury of relaxing in the past when you need it. Close your eyes and tip your head back and let the revelry envelop your entire soul. But don't stay in too long. Eventually you'll wrinkle like a prune.

Ohhh- still not willing to go, yet? Perhaps i will provide you with a little reading material. A little something i wrote a few years back. It often entertains me to look back on it...

I put a little bird under my tongue and there i let it melt with all of its sugary fineness. Then i can freely spew words of lustre and visual imagery and cause all to marvel at the intelligence i pretend to have. i do not slip out of my shell because underneath i am soft and vulnerable as es-car-goe. i withhold my fanices and pretty little worlds appearing only cold, hard- harsh to those outside. i still cross my fingers for good luck but only when my hands are in their pockets. i can regurgitate past conversations and quotes i've read- passages long since dead and gone- making everyone think that they belong to me. But what is really mine? What will happen when the world around me crashes and falls and i have only myself left to contend with- what. What?

Now, perhaps, you had better leave. You are wasting water, you know...

The graphics on this page belong to Elizabeth Mitchell, copyright April 1999, and were created especially for The Keep of The Dreaming. Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate: In other words, do not borrow (re: STEAL) without permission. That's what we call illegal, boys and girls.