The bears got it

I am no longer a night person, but a person of morning, mourning...(how many times has that been done)

...and each time I get up in these mornings (like this morning) I feel a re-birth, except, a re-birth cannot happen more than twice a week, thrice for me! It is unnatural.

Also,

I pretend I don't want the cold weather to come ('coz I always liked a good patch of warm sunlight on my neck) but now I welcome you Cold, like the bears nestled up in the caves for a winter.

I am tickled good, stretching more, laying low, selling my clothes, for another re-birth, one that stands still, like a shell from the beach never wanting to go back to the ocean, in slow motion, making his way up the sandy, impossible hill.

speak aloud

I need guidelines, to be elbowed, a license

I need a new heart, lungs, a mouth.


Maybe I will find them on my walk home today...


"I am strictly in this for the gold!"

(I have secretly failed all of my life)

I am not SOLD on this whole 'free loving kind of life'.

Stop throwing peace in my face, if i were anymore sensitive I would cry!

Ooh.

How is it Sunday, how is it already Sunday?

-April 2007

cherry flavored

My sickness; music and men.

It makes me sick sometimes to hear a person scream, my blood curdles with them. It makes me want to turn inside out then roll around in this cat litter mess, on this splintered floor with my mouth open and soft tongue hanging out, slightly pink, like I had been sucking cherry flavored candy all night and day waiting to say to you, (hold me or leave me) stop joking, and try to just write me.

Yesterday I saw a vampire; it was standing next to me in bed. He entered my throat and spewed out his treasures, I keep them today, but now I have fever.