Day one of the Thanksgiving Cruise ( Read more... )

Do not morn my passing for I have gone back to the One ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here in my cude at work eating my humus and sashimi listening to the hold music for one of the banks I'm calling... 1 down 54 to go... Why oh why does work have to get in the way of such a beautiful thing as my humus and sashimi ( Read more... )

Last night, like most of the recent ones, was tough. I squatted down looking at my selection of DVD's trying to make what seemed to be the ultimate decision of my life (which everything with me is, don't take me shopping for ice cream...) and found myself staring a an unvacuumed spot on the rug. A treasure indeed was Carmin's hair that she left ( Read more... )

Well, it looks like I might be going to South Africa for a few days. There is going to be a fashion show in Johannesburg and I am being considered as one of the models for the show. If all works out I'll be walkin down the runway in South Africa. Funny that that should be my first international visit.

Keep your fingers crossed for me!

I want to dance with you in space. Amoungst the stars without the noise of the world. Just you and I in a sea of speandor lost in each others eyes. We'll Waltz circles around the Sun and Moon, my hand in yours, our breath at ear. And when our legs tire we'll take seat on Earth, legs free, hearts high and cares gone.

The world is differant now; soft, translucent with an seemingly velvet texture. Vertigosis - my arms reach out, stretched and distorted, like the shadow a tree casts as the sun crests the horizon. The equilibrium I had maintained, now breeched; I am a foriegner to my own humor. My mind passes in and out of dream freely, the solid ground lost. ( Read more... )

Never again will a hear the jingling of the chained links of her necklace. I won't see her bright hazel eyes staring at me begging for me to throw a ragged green plush duck. Her bark will no longer resound in the halls of now lonely apartment. No spinning in circles in excitement before our morning walk. No more morning walks. No curled up Carmin ( Read more... )

Greatness holds himself straight, radiant and strong. Bouyant and assuredness are his don, worn like steel plates. His tattered red sweater and thinned blue jeans are the unworthy servants of a transparent giant. Bottled into this vessle he unleashes himself upon the world, caring for, but not caring for the doubts of others.

NEED TO WORK ON

Okay, I'm convinced that you can determine a persons sexual style based on their eating habbits. I know, you thinking this is obsurd, but here me out ( Read more... )