Pope is DEAD.
Walking on water lillies will never be the same. Staying behind following the path that has been set for me is a hard road to travel on, my dreams were always bigger but at the same time much too small. My world is slowly unfolding before me, and I find and feel the presence of those who are all to much the same. We are set apart by places, faces, and names, and in all reality they know so little of me. Its quite possible they'd disagree that we are one of the same at all.
Hard work and determination are words I use to kiss the asses of countless white officials I know nothing about. But I was lying, or halfly so for 6 hours of labor took its toll upon me. I've been passing out when lying in bed, can't stay awake for anything in the world. Just to think that many days of this lay before me. I now understand how hard it is to operate under such hard expectations, but maybe such is really necessary.
But life was to be saved by good food and friends, or undo the damage they would not cause to the best of their abilities. There is a certain niceness that comes with being out at night: the dark sky, the cool breeze, the cover of the shadow upon you when bad deeds are about to go down, the stars shining upon you. But all of these things do not explain what I really feel. So as far as I could remember back following the much too good dinner at Naomi's we went to find Jon and embarked on an adventure of driving around in circles and waiting. Then to church we ventured to hear a christian band sing and they were just that good, and ran out like a bunch of bats, returning to west to drop off boy for dance. Ran through sprinklers, to Jon's car, found he could really drive. Misery is an old friend, that sits and taunts me. I shall not join you. Then more sprinklers, onto PV to get lost in the hills where the snakes roam free to find civilization (an open road) to set sleeping camp, only to be run off by a fast moving vehicle and people who were for sure going to chase us down. Onto the top of the cove where I found that bugs aren't my forte and retired to the car for good tunes:
Ludacris. (: Then to cartel where dear Amber hath left us, to bottle breaking, arguements, being pissed, being left at barnes, freaking out, finding jon, needing keys and returning home with Bri.
and that is just the beginning... but all else, I passed out for, and the following morning was a Pope-infested stravaganza with Fat Albert on the side, and cuban food that made my soul reel. Then home to force myself to shower and think about all the exercise I should be getting.
and with a tulip's grace I may reconsider. the idea of party planning pops into my head and I begin to fear the control monster I might become over it.
MY LIFE ISN'T THAT UNEVENTFUL: HONESTLY. Now if only i had inspiration and the means. Slyvia Plath I call out your name.
8,9,10
I knew better then to count on you.
- Viole(n)t
Hard work and determination are words I use to kiss the asses of countless white officials I know nothing about. But I was lying, or halfly so for 6 hours of labor took its toll upon me. I've been passing out when lying in bed, can't stay awake for anything in the world. Just to think that many days of this lay before me. I now understand how hard it is to operate under such hard expectations, but maybe such is really necessary.
But life was to be saved by good food and friends, or undo the damage they would not cause to the best of their abilities. There is a certain niceness that comes with being out at night: the dark sky, the cool breeze, the cover of the shadow upon you when bad deeds are about to go down, the stars shining upon you. But all of these things do not explain what I really feel. So as far as I could remember back following the much too good dinner at Naomi's we went to find Jon and embarked on an adventure of driving around in circles and waiting. Then to church we ventured to hear a christian band sing and they were just that good, and ran out like a bunch of bats, returning to west to drop off boy for dance. Ran through sprinklers, to Jon's car, found he could really drive. Misery is an old friend, that sits and taunts me. I shall not join you. Then more sprinklers, onto PV to get lost in the hills where the snakes roam free to find civilization (an open road) to set sleeping camp, only to be run off by a fast moving vehicle and people who were for sure going to chase us down. Onto the top of the cove where I found that bugs aren't my forte and retired to the car for good tunes:
Ludacris. (: Then to cartel where dear Amber hath left us, to bottle breaking, arguements, being pissed, being left at barnes, freaking out, finding jon, needing keys and returning home with Bri.
and that is just the beginning... but all else, I passed out for, and the following morning was a Pope-infested stravaganza with Fat Albert on the side, and cuban food that made my soul reel. Then home to force myself to shower and think about all the exercise I should be getting.
and with a tulip's grace I may reconsider. the idea of party planning pops into my head and I begin to fear the control monster I might become over it.
MY LIFE ISN'T THAT UNEVENTFUL: HONESTLY. Now if only i had inspiration and the means. Slyvia Plath I call out your name.
8,9,10
I knew better then to count on you.
- Viole(n)t