Saturday, December 1, 2012
An old Story
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Levity
Real gratitude emanates from the abandon
Youth closes
Ailments echo from sedulous distraction.
It was always there
The only continuity in chaos
Waiting.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Touch Down
Saturday, September 4, 2010
The Longest Line
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
The little games
So long i don't even remember how to use the language
Sativa is shaved... she looks silly... like a lion who got half way through a bad buzz cut before she ate the groomerSo once again i am "learning". I think i finally started to recognize that my style of learning is somewhere along the lines of holding this new blanket of information at arms length, a cringe on my face, waiting on the slow track as it seeps into my pores. Never been comfortable diving with my eyes open.
Back to basics. Same mistakes, new players.
I know you're there and only to spite my own face do i bluntly ignore you.
At peace with this silence.... well, silence filled with inanimate comfort and noice; but at least im not scared of the front door anymore.
"Inside" appears to be working out. Outside, on the other hand, is still a shift in gears to high alert status. Eyes wide open, senses maxed; very tiring.
I never liked keeping things constantly clean because i always took pleasure in the contrast; joy from the act of cleaning something and seeing the change of what it was to what it became.
The other day, in a room full of 15 people, i sat among them and, as if it were any normal-day activity, we proceeded to spit into test tubes until they were about 2 finger widths full. We then spun down our spit, boiled it, and prepared it to be frozen.
I know i am on the right career path when i find this act hilarious, and (totally unrelated) the thought of chasing a locker thief down the hall with a culture of Shigella makes me want to roll around on the floor laughing....
.... just saying :D