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Here is the table and this is me putting everything on it.
I haven’t written in a while because the little free time I get has been dedicated to writing really bad poems. On the 29th I’m going to a poetry reading at books in books in Coral Gables. Please come one, please come all.
Travel plans: Speaking nothing but Spanish in preparation for Spain no es suficiente. Necesito, pensar, escribir, sonar como gallega si voy a ser una austoriana auténtica. Spain is 6 months, however and camping in the Appellation Mountains in Helen, Georgia with a group of awesome gals is in August. So #1 priority is scoring myself a Boy Scout manual. I would not like to live Hemingway’s Mountains of Kilimanjaro. The cure to Gangrene is amputation = for me, this was the single scariest discovery as a child. Every cut, every scrape, I bit the towel and poured way too much rubbing alcohol. The pain became enjoyable at some point until I heard that the excess of rubbing alcohol on a wound could allow the alcohol into the blood stream and cause havoc. On the 30th I go to Key Largo with my Family again for fishing. I am looking forward to it even though I went once and relived it in dreams twice. This will be my fourth time there in body, mind or sprit. We don’t fish as much as we talk, laugh, drink... My uncle is teaching me to drive our boat Mantequilla, which has been in the family since 1960’s. It is a tiny thing who can’t even take the high tides. To me, it is the very symbol of my family’s good times, long before my existence. The stories that are entwined with that boat are as endless as generations that will inherit it. Generations which will one day be estimated in millions, my cousins might have well been bacteria at the rate in which they reproduce.
No reproduction for me, unlucky in love I remain. Lately, their have been just those whom I spend a short existence with: an abbreviated span of time which ultimately becomes ample for an eternity and I make my dash. This parasitic existence is not the sort of love life romantics find fulfilling. I long for the day I find one it’s never enough with. So here is to keeping hope alive. ::she raises her Styrofoam cup of fruit punch and finishes it off::
Business: I need a new job, preferably one which I will need-not sell my soul to the corporate devil for peanuts! Let me know if you can hook a sista up.
Must watch movies:
Jules Et Jim - French New Wave flick that deals with the reinvention of love.
A Philadelphia Story- Forgiveness is important
Y Tu Mama Tambien- Be free! La vida es como el mar, tienes que ahogarte para sentir su intensidad
Volver- Alone a women is strong, together we can get away with even murder.
Breathless- Awesome jump shot scene
I haven’t written in a while because the little free time I get has been dedicated to writing really bad poems. On the 29th I’m going to a poetry reading at books in books in Coral Gables. Please come one, please come all.
Travel plans: Speaking nothing but Spanish in preparation for Spain no es suficiente. Necesito, pensar, escribir, sonar como gallega si voy a ser una austoriana auténtica. Spain is 6 months, however and camping in the Appellation Mountains in Helen, Georgia with a group of awesome gals is in August. So #1 priority is scoring myself a Boy Scout manual. I would not like to live Hemingway’s Mountains of Kilimanjaro. The cure to Gangrene is amputation = for me, this was the single scariest discovery as a child. Every cut, every scrape, I bit the towel and poured way too much rubbing alcohol. The pain became enjoyable at some point until I heard that the excess of rubbing alcohol on a wound could allow the alcohol into the blood stream and cause havoc. On the 30th I go to Key Largo with my Family again for fishing. I am looking forward to it even though I went once and relived it in dreams twice. This will be my fourth time there in body, mind or sprit. We don’t fish as much as we talk, laugh, drink... My uncle is teaching me to drive our boat Mantequilla, which has been in the family since 1960’s. It is a tiny thing who can’t even take the high tides. To me, it is the very symbol of my family’s good times, long before my existence. The stories that are entwined with that boat are as endless as generations that will inherit it. Generations which will one day be estimated in millions, my cousins might have well been bacteria at the rate in which they reproduce.
No reproduction for me, unlucky in love I remain. Lately, their have been just those whom I spend a short existence with: an abbreviated span of time which ultimately becomes ample for an eternity and I make my dash. This parasitic existence is not the sort of love life romantics find fulfilling. I long for the day I find one it’s never enough with. So here is to keeping hope alive. ::she raises her Styrofoam cup of fruit punch and finishes it off::
Business: I need a new job, preferably one which I will need-not sell my soul to the corporate devil for peanuts! Let me know if you can hook a sista up.
Must watch movies:
Jules Et Jim - French New Wave flick that deals with the reinvention of love.
A Philadelphia Story- Forgiveness is important
Y Tu Mama Tambien- Be free! La vida es como el mar, tienes que ahogarte para sentir su intensidad
Volver- Alone a women is strong, together we can get away with even murder.
Breathless- Awesome jump shot scene