Slav*cough*WORK!

*SINGS*

"Oh, i think i got a job that pays ok
Chained to a desk i'll work all day
Life and time will slip away
Oh, i got me a job and the pays ok."

Why am I so afraid of Silence?

Dark room.
Grey Walls.
Stone door.

Sun glare.
Green fields.
Blue sky.

I would walk along that grey pavement forever.
I would raise my hands and feel the wind on every inch of my body.
I would thank the universe for this moment of existence.

In a dream, there would be nothing.
In a dream, there would be no clothing.
In a dream, there would be no language.

In my world there would only be bright colours
In my world the lions would grooms their paws
In my world the vultures would never land

I am a woman,
Thorned green vine exploring.

You are a stranger,
Smooth blue vine expanding.

The world will end and there will only be moments.
The world will end and there will only be grey.
The world will end and there will only be colour.

I see
I want
I feel.

Pessimism or Realism?

The Poor to Middle Class Life:

30% Sleeping
45% Working
25% Addicted to one form of crutch or another; the delusion of pleasure; numbing of the mind who's screaming how retarded this system is.

Whatever the next life is, i want a hella bigger piece of pie towards sleeping, dammit.
I'm moving to Denmark- at least they know what's up.

Quiet Mind, Passive Soul?

Sunshine, green, scent of renewed life: I'm happy.

I think this was the longest winter of my life.

Today i sat on the porch with some cereal and just watched the backyard.
We have squirrels in our trees and those little buggers are hella daredevils.
Bees, birds, mosquitoes; the yard is a busy place.

Cable lines overhead, streamlining through tree branches, connecting the houses to a common source; takes u out of nature's squishy embrace for just a moment... but then, "whatever, better than nothing".

Saturday: aka first time on a plane again in FOREVER!
Looking forward to airport buzz; the airport people, the airport smell...

Looking forward to the take off, the crappy pork-by-product containing snack, the landing.

Looking forward to some hard work, back breaking lifting, partying in an previously-unvisited town, and a luxuriously long road trip home.... where i get to be the passenger!

Could I ask for anything better out of a May long weekend?

Probably not.

Unless the unnamed stranger-by-time-friend had come to town.
That, mayhaps, could have been a bit more interesting.

Times too Sure to Tell

This past weekend was a gong show.

Strange what life becomes when u listen to ur little voice more often than not.

This is a different place.
Very neutral,
very fragile,
very new and yet somehow calm.

I feel like the elephant tip toeing around a mouse.

Our neighbour is interesting.
She noticed me taking Sativa for a walk and came out to talk to me.
I believe she has a mental impairment, but she seems nice enough.
Joss thinks it might be a intravenous user issue.
She has two cats and doesn't let them out because, as she informed me, the previous tenant of the house had had an outdoor cat that was shot by someone in the neighbourhood with a bb gun.
I assured her that Sativa was safe with me, and i definitely would not be letting her out by herself.

I miss Mr. T.
He broke up with his gf right before i moved out.
I feel guilty leaving him all alone.
I guess I'm worried about him, he's pretty sensitive.

Met someone interesting.
No idea if there's any potential for locomotion, but we'll see.

A Good Place To Be

Katamari-like atmosphere.

My house, but i'm not the ruler.
Enormous Fishtanks, side by side, connected by downstream cascaded waterfalls.
Larger than life fish.
Baby fish.
Fish with too many eyes.

A room like an immense warehouse
Endless columns and rows of cages, stacked on top of each other
Filled with every age of every big cat in the world.
The babies have free range.

Keeper and caretaker
One of two, and the other is not found.