thoughts
Since I missed the 586 to U-District by mere minutes I am stuck in my house for the night. I am in t-town everyone and it is a monday night. I feel as though I should get up at 7:30 wear a coconut bra and matching thong and prance my way to the BPS hill. Or I could wake up at 6am in order to catch the bus back to UW. So how goes it... how goes life? Where does everyone stand? I stand somewhere in between heaven and hell... but when I examine it closer I might be really standing in between an understanding and a void... alright I will leave you with this poem that harry po gave me for the night:
Books are carefully folded forests
void of autumn
bound from the sun
Likewise,
she made her residence
on the outskirts of a shadowing history
on the darkside of the moon
where the searchlight of the sun
could not spot her
nor rot her
the seed of forbidden fruit
every tree
has a hidden root
...
yet she has come to light
...
they blindfolded her
and spun her in circles
so she would find her way here
by no other means
than her intuition
...
and she is come."
Saul Williams.
Books are carefully folded forests
void of autumn
bound from the sun
Likewise,
she made her residence
on the outskirts of a shadowing history
on the darkside of the moon
where the searchlight of the sun
could not spot her
nor rot her
the seed of forbidden fruit
every tree
has a hidden root
...
yet she has come to light
...
they blindfolded her
and spun her in circles
so she would find her way here
by no other means
than her intuition
...
and she is come."
Saul Williams.