I have been having some seriously strange and maybe some symbolic dreams lately. I have always had very lucid dreams but sometimes certain ones will stick with me. The other night i had this dream where two of my childhood cats came to me. Rocky and Kali who have both passed away were hanging out with me in my dream. I got to pet them again and ( Read more... )

In the local Long Beach newspaper there is a section called the "Speakout" where people can call in anonymously and leave a little blurb about their opinion. This section never fails to amaze and upset me, however today this entry really takes the cake in absolute ludicrous statements ( Read more... )

" A man learns to define himself as a male by rejecting his femaleness, something that makes him desire the woman he will never be. She is his rejected identification." - Griet Vandermassen "Who's Afraid of Charles Darwin?: Debating Feminism and Evolutionary Theory".

This quarter makes me unmotivated. I figured if i took easy classes that i would be more productive in those classes and have more time to do well. Now i know that doesn't work out. I'm taking a class called "Uses and Abuses of Evolutionary Theory" and while it is an interesting class we don't meet that often and it is more of a survey of ( Read more... )

Today. i am being. so productive.


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Going to UCLA has been rewarding in some ways but mostly pretty discouraging. Not in the way that I hate being there or anything, but mostly in the global sense. I'm not making much sense now but you can never tell the way things are going to go just from the beginning. (This is a general theme of things ( Read more... )

you shouldn't let poets lie to you-bjork

do you dream tangerine ( Read more... )

My mother has become the crone
i remain as a maiden.
In my dream my father lived in the desert
i visited his world
he wore an aztec head dress and was a god.

He didn't say anything
only laughing.
To his tune of a dead man calling.
He knows now the truth about gods and dying.

it was the night of the coyote.
we all howl tonight.

I am a husk
an old woman with corn in her teeth
sits in my bones.
She whispers and groans
scratches me with her burlap voice.

who will be there for you old woman?
who grinds your corn
and spits your kernels?

She knows who I am.
She pulls me through the hours
until she takes me away.