Linda Goodman:

"Odd things happen to Aquarians on the average of once a day or more and the Water Bearers never notice what happens. why should an Aquarian notice close encounters of the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, or one hundred and sixty-sixth kind as unusual in any way? To Aquarius, odd is normal, Normal is odd."

part 2

My skin was a mass hanging from my left hand,
blood still dripping,
as the drops fall they soak into the black earth beneath my feet

Aquiring a new jacket pt 1

Allen Ginsberg and his lover
stood naked outside the window I grew up in
He looked in at me
"Who do you bomb?" he asked.
his lover shook his head at me.

I write the most random things when i continuous write. *sigh*

1:"Can i keep him? I'd like to keep him awhile"

2:"If it's OK with him I don't see why not"

1:"I want to keep him in my pocket and carry him with me everywhere"

2:"Oh, well then, no you can't, he has to be free and run wild"

1:"But...but I like when he's near"

2:"But this isn't a normal flower, he is a wildflower, he's mingled with the air, trees; everything"

1:"What if he never returns?! what if he loses his way??"

2:"He's not a child and he must grow separately"

1:"OK. Fine. I'll take it."

Musical Muse of the moment

I said GOD DAMN, GOD DAMN.

Can't get enough MANMAN, expecially when i have 5 thousand things to do for HW and I'm sick.

doctor gave me a bag of drugs.
and told me to take two a day.
better follow them orders
Or i surely won't outlive today.

Now off to spirit to buy detached body parts so I can photograph them.

This is what my life will be like now, *sigh*

7am wake-up coffee, food.
7:30am Upload forrest pictures
8:30am put away laundry, clean room
9am get ready for work
9:30am leave for work

:(

I hate structure. I always have, but this is how it has to be.
I will find comfort in the stability of my own schedule, at least i hope i will.

bitter-sweet

Oh Time, You failed me once again.
It stings, it truly does.

You like to mess with me don't you?
I'm laughing, Life you are quite an evil being,
and Time the settled pair.

I remember words that still beat me like a drum
Time is the rhythm
and Life the meter.

Off-timing stings like sweet taste on my tongue