Yelm, Yelm Yelm Yelm.  Yeeeeeeeeeeelm.  Yelm?  Yelm?  Yelmmmmmm?

mmm.

mmmmm.

YELM!  YELLLLLLM

MEOWYELM.

YELM YELM YEEEEELM.

Yelm.     YELM.

Thank you.

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Ok, maybe this is the wrong question to ask on livejournal, but does anyone know much about other blogsites and communities ( Read more... )

Reading some kierkegaard just recently.  Cool stuff.  I don't really know how to spell his name.  Anyway, he is talking about "the Man of Faith" as opposed to the man of reason or the man of strength.  I am interpreting this "Man of Faith" as a person who devotes themself fully to good...God...the flow of the universe...Tao...whatever your belief ( Read more... )

shouts on city streets
awakening bitter cold
no sleep to be found

what joy, a sunrise!
what grace, to see each day full
sharpened by hunger.

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hunger's bitter ache
sharpens smell and taste, beauty!
breaking dawn, so clear!

I've walked long, from where?
nowhere but here. now, always.
this freedom, this joy.

Here's what I think every day:

I should go outside.  Fresh air is great.
I want to watch tv.
Let me eat.
Where is she?
Would she see me outside?
Watching tv?
Let her eat with me.

It’s 7:38.
I don’t have much time.
I’ve got to write a poem with a reason or a rhyme.
It’s 7:39.
It’s getting far too late.
I’ve got a thirst for brilliance,
that a few minutes won’t sate.
Right now it’s Friday night,
the day after the meal,
I wanted to talk of love and of light,
I wanted to discuss how I feel.
But it’s too late for that.
It’s 7:42.
It’s too ( Read more... )

She stood by ( Read more... )

For a storyteller, I often have difficulty taking stories out of my everyday life.  At least, interesting ones.
Maybe I'm not a storyteller after all.  Maybe I'm a thinker who uses stories to share his thoughts, and so the stories that strike me aren't stories at all, but rather, symbols of whatever thoughts I've been mulling over.  So if no ( Read more... )