Its been sometime since we last spoke. When I was a young boy my momma said to me "There's only one girl in the world for you and she probably lives in Tahiti ". Luckily, being as I am, I do not think of it much, illusions of grandeur are not entertained. Only fools rush in. It is hard to resist like spiked christmas sorrel. It had so much alcohol in it that it didn't even taste like sorrel. Being red was its only alibi. I poured it half full and attempted to over-power the spirits with ice water like an exorcist. Little did it do. I won't be your father figure, put your tiny hands in mine.
As I look down in to her eyes and stare. In deep thought about nothing I look fixedly with my eyes wide open until she starts to giggle profusely like a school girl at a fair. A fair that has a bounce-a-bout, merry-go-round and cotton candy. A confused look rolls over her face - trying to fathom my thoughts. At which point I break my silence and move towards her lips, thats all I wanted, its a little bit more than it seems. Sad eyes turn the other way. Let me show you how much I care. As I watch the clock, time slowly drifts on, it becomes hard to concentrate. Something in the way she moves. Sometimes I find myself lost in the glow of her shiny nose like a meteor drawn dangerously into the earth's path, emitting light as a result of being heated . As the separation anxiety begins to sink in, nothing is quite the same but if it makes you happy why are you so sad? It may take sometime to recover. This has been the worst December ever. Love me for who I am.
It has been a stressful new year. Not counting the people who have been murdered so far. Being murder I imagine would be more than stressfull. I was just getting accustomed to 2006 when it came to a hard, bitter and infuriating end. No Mavado watch. Children killing children while the students rape their teachers. We can't carry these sins on our back, we gonna swim to the ocean floor, crash to the other shore. All we need is love and snow. I've written an explanation of this post.
Christmas seemed to rush pass like a lit fire cracker on the back of a fatman in a red costume. I was so swamped in work that the month managed to come and pass without leaving me a present or a fuzzy feeling inside my pants. Its been a good year, I did not die. As opposed to die-ing in peace which would have totally made my year worth the 12 months. No I'm not morbid. My room is still a mess hopefully no one comes over. Oh look what you've done! You've made a fool of everyone. You were warned.
I have said it all before, like anything worth writing it came inexplicably and without reason. Fish in the sea you know how I feel. Sagacious as rabid cat, recent events and a sudden, intuitive realization through an ordinary circumstance has led me to believe that people are incapable of being determined in advance whether by observation, experience or reason and playing it safe is so lacking in interest that it causes mental weariness.
It might have been the best year ever. Little did he know, next year is going to be a roller coaster. The ride has started already and the car has not even reached the track. It has been good up until this point hence forth and here after I expect it will only change. Any change at all would introduce the potential of a random ice berg (de-ja-vu moment). While some people will constantly be searching for better and better. I like the unpleasant people that I already know. All being said and done, this year, like many a year before, in which I did not die tragically - was a success. I've met some wonderful people and gotten to know others better. Tis the end of the christmas post. See you in the new year.
Mad Bull commented: This one too mixed up. We want another one which appears to have been written by someone who is only slightly inebriated. Thanks for the [friendly] ... read 5 more
I am thinking to start using proper titles for my posts. Instead of random unrelated track titles that are currently on my playlist. I should start using clear and concise english captions. The recent complaint is that there is not enough "continuity" rather its seems there is a new disaster everyday or in my case every week. I operate in short bursts like a cheetah. A cheetah that hunts for pleasure and not necessarily for the hunger for zebra ass. Whatever I have done before tends to become an appendage - a cross given, which weighs me down.
Its hard to tell where my inspiration will come from next or how soon it will destroy me. Gravity keeps pulling me down. Rarely do I create three paragraphs that are on the same 3 headed dragon. Having a proper title would force me to keep "on topic" instead of babbling on constantly about things I've already said in the real or in dreams or heard in songs. I may come up with it quickly or slowly, or over a couple a days while the zebra have had time to converge peacefully at the water hole.
They say random titles are confusing to new readers. New readers who can never know what to expect when sex sans condom. Not to mention the spelling mistakes and monkeys that popup from time to time. Its interesting how things change and how the new Sleeper Cell is better and Dexter just gets gayer by the episode. Anyhow regardless of what dreams may come may all your good wishes come true, happy holidays.
Tami commented: This character - Dexter is not gay, just get over it. Besides dont you know that only straight men have the balls to play a "gay" character in the movies? ... read 6 more
I said Hi just this morning. Not to you specifically, but I have said it, multiple times, to many people and have gotten really good at it but I've been too busy. I forgot to tell you I love you. How you know that it won't kill me? In this day and age you can't tell between the stuff that will KILL YOU and the OTHER STUFF that will just give you a flesh wound. Just the other day I was shopping at the super market, bought some fruit juice which SEEMED OK, but I had reached the point that everybody reaches in life. The place when you need a little spice in your life. You know the point I'm taking about? The point where nothing makes sense and you cannot tell how fruit juice is suppose to taste anymore. You can't tell if its spoilt, fresh, expired or pooed in my a monkey. I think its spoilt, but I'm still not sure. It is a weird feeling.
I get annoyed with random words of wisdom, so I counter them by creating a halo of counter-wisdom which I use to deflect the weight of the good intentions which they have bestowed upon me. Sometimes we say things that we don't mean. Or the words we say don't mean anything. But we just throw them out there like a 3 point jump shot. Hoping that they fall into the right hole before the buzzer goes off. You should have passed it to 23.
I might have said this before but I have real live actual chinese people living across the way from where I live - living. They cook with lots of rice for my chicken, fry. She wanted Honey but that wasn't on the menu. She suggested that I need more adventure. So I will tell them to put some "adventure" in my chicken-fry-rice the next time. When I love - I love truly.
On friday at 3 oclock the clock tower in Half-Way-Tree rang out over the wet, densely packed traffic filled street of my cold little island. Its was a familar or even expected sound that didn't phase me as much as it did the old man. He looked up at it puzzled. Fly in his plaid shirt and his hair was all gray, he hadn't heard it ring in over 30 years. He turned to look up at it as if it was a second coming, a mysterious flying octopus or an erect wii. I didn't not stop to question him further, my lunch break was already up and I had to navigate my way down between the cars that were parked in the intersection.
All the lights where on green and everybody was going nowhere at the same time. I stop by the back of York Pharmacy to charge my "Smart Card" bus pass while watching the shorties walk by. I had used it all on my last trip because I am sans car. The bus terminus in front of Mother's was already packed with schoolers and the lazy the people that are lucky enough to leave work early. I did not see any that I know, I know a few. Most were wrapped in winter coats.
The street is still filled with poddles of water as I navigate the crowd of people, standing sans bus - hurrying to get to their respective plots of land. I won't be one of the them as I find my way back to the office like a bird finds her way back to the nest - things to do. I approach another intersection, just as packed as the one before sans clock. The people are less now, as if I've passed through a swarm of bees. The cars mock me as I walk by.
Stunner commented: I'm glad I escaped the traffic, I heard it was terrible! I went to Utech to collect my exam card at about 2:00 and had to cancell all my business i had after that due to the rain, I just had to make my way down the river to my office. Good thing I did! ... read 10 more