I love to run down the beach naked. That rocks, when the wind pounds against you.
When I dance at the club I think of sex, I think of grief and release, I think of death and life. I wish I could paint my music.
I need a knew expressive sense. The seventh sense. One that can artistically throw your emotions and thoughts out to someone else and have them feel exactly what you feel at that moment. A new form of expression.
I wonder if my dad misses me sometimes and realizes he makes me cry so much.
I wonder if hateful people can feel the way I do when I see a missile on the back of a truck on the highway.
Or if those mean people would chaise a rainbow home the way I did yesterday, and stand in the middle of the road until it faded out of sight.
I wonder if Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan ever floated the thought of actually dating.
Can someone who killed all their life actually ever really love something completely without the thought of it dying interrupting their hearts’ sight?
Hmmmmmmm…………………
Monday, October 18, 2010
One Day...
I want a love affair. Not with a person but with a foreign place, a foreign ocean.
I dream about standing thigh high in the waters of a foreign shore. A new smell of sea salt and a different flavor to the wind. A new caress that sets my mind free of all thoughts that are not purely elemental. I would feel a tragic closeness with it. An inescapable desire to lose myself in a natural bliss kept fresh from the modern breath of the world.
I could become a rock on the shore and feel the waves crash against my rough edges, slowly creating a smoother version of myself.
I could become a breeze that gropes the wandering stranger as they walk along my shore and I could fill them with a mad desire to run bare backed against my winds and sing with a childlike freedom.
If there is a heaven, when my faulty flesh and cold bones end, this is what I wish. I want to be the element of surprise.That would be nice. I will masturbate the idea for a while and then tuck it away in this notebook.
Maybe I will read it again ...one day.
I dream about standing thigh high in the waters of a foreign shore. A new smell of sea salt and a different flavor to the wind. A new caress that sets my mind free of all thoughts that are not purely elemental. I would feel a tragic closeness with it. An inescapable desire to lose myself in a natural bliss kept fresh from the modern breath of the world.
I could become a rock on the shore and feel the waves crash against my rough edges, slowly creating a smoother version of myself.
I could become a breeze that gropes the wandering stranger as they walk along my shore and I could fill them with a mad desire to run bare backed against my winds and sing with a childlike freedom.
If there is a heaven, when my faulty flesh and cold bones end, this is what I wish. I want to be the element of surprise.That would be nice. I will masturbate the idea for a while and then tuck it away in this notebook.
Maybe I will read it again ...one day.
Friday, October 1, 2010
If they loved me
If my friends loved me they would bring me an avocado with some bacon while I worked... just say'en.
Woof WOOF!
I have now moved my PC to the sun room. Windows open and the fresh breeze blowing through. Love it.
I have now got the best Tuque/beanie in the WORLD! Rivaled only by the ever popular growing fad of the blue headband. Due to lack of male parts however I must keep to my Beanie.
WOW cleavage... just sayen...
ok, off to work on my comic. YAY. Send me written word. I=lonely
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