nothing pressing
So, how do I feel today?
In short, I feel awesome. In fact, I feel so awesome, that if awesome had a twin brother that was twice as awesome as awesome was... I'm THAT kind've awesome.
I'm feeling good about things. I took a look around, and I'm pretty well content with the way things are going. The book, the music, friendships rekindling... Yeah.
I'm looking forward to the sting of the next tattoo needle. It's coming up. Pics will follow cuz I know I'll get yelled at if I don't.
I think I've made the decision that I'm pro'lly gonna go to college again once I'm out of here in december. It's time. I don't yet know what I'm gonna do when I get there- but I think it's time.
("I think", "I'm pro'lly"... there's one of those *foibles*... heh heh heh...)
I wanted to go ahead and drop a line or two of new poetry to gauge some responce and see what the impression is for the upcoming next book. So, I'll leave you with this...
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Breath moves her hair in waves as it spreads over the pillow
The curves of her as she sleeps, rise and fall like the tides
crashes against his will to be detached
The roll of eyes beneath lids and the slight glisten at the corner of her mouth
He knows it's a trap- this peace
When they wake and have trouble looking each other in the eye
She doesn't know how he drinks her in, swishing the taste of her image around
and letting it linger on his tongue
When they sit down for breakfast in the morning, he'll pretend to read the paper
she'll pretend to watch Oprah
The silence will crash down and the weight of it will be their soul focus, awkward
But for now, without expectation, without questioning looks
He can love her complete
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If having never been, as is
(or isn't) then all that falls
is nothing.
An event can not occur but for
interpretation of an event which never
happened.
You are a divine curator of the world
keeping it, you create
it. Artist, Architect, Tennant.
You commission yourself to invent
the Truth.
Be grateful for the being
(or lack thereof) that allows for the inventing
reinventing, and living endless
of this world.
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"I wanna be your dog" Iggy said
To which Perry remarked "We'll make great pets!"
Then it was decided.
We men, from then on-
Would come to rest our heads by Her feet
while she rocked in the chair.
Eyes wide with wild longing as She did stroke our egos like fur and
fed our pride from bowls with our names, personalized.
I dug her lawn, and sniffed around strangers.
I'm quick to bark at petty things.
When she scolded the tail between my legs,
I'd whimper for her pleasure.
Mourning when she left for eternities.
Jumping her ecstatic on return.
It's a good life's foolish wagging tale.
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there ya go. Hope you enjoyed.