I like you, But I Don't Miss You When You're Gone

Shield: scratched and tarnished by the indignities of foreign tongue.

Subsistence: warm outer layer, adamantine core.

Emaciated heat,

My erection cools.

The Buisness of Breathing

There has to be a point to all this madness.
And if the point is the madness; that sparks and dies
And the spark is it
and the death is it
Then the moment is only good while it lasts
Because everything fades and is forgotten with time.

Scintilla

Peachy colored wall, peeling paint.
Red earthy gravel, stained white door frame.
An open doorway, an impartial darkness.

This is where things end.
This is where things begin.

Finite moment, infinite impression.

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.