fuck shit stack! hoot!

thursday!
after sadly (completely forgot) missing gil scott heron on sunday.

then, camping!!! need a breath of fresh air.. and cool lakes.
happy 4th of july weekend.

so sleepy

these waves, these surges, they lurk at my backside,
brushing my hair aside to push me
to lunge at me, its invisible shoulders
how brute it can be, my pulse slows
...
tbc

Her name, my gift

The night seems to gather us slowly

this dancers body, it tip toes at my collar bone

And the hammock that squeeks at constant tone awakens us

Laying its breathe of wisdom

"a reflection of you" she says

the stillest airs reframe her girlish meows

Sweet smiles and touchings while the blurs of dreams devour us.

Her name is anneka and this day I know I love her.

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:)

I like the accidental show of my orange bag, perfectly placed on the director's chair. hehehe

I do enjoy my job.

 

happy summer rant

The first day of summer starts with an awesome last day of spring. This summer, like all other summers is about love, sweat, and skin. Join me and all the other happy people, because its so much nicer on our side of the tracks.

too-many-single-girlfriends Syndrome

The lack of being surrounded by so much family, has forced me, it seems, to make more friends. And in hte recent months I have felt like I belong in a season of Sex And The City. The girlfriend brunching, the girlfriend drama, the girl-girl flirting, and all the girly things that go along with a group of girls.
A few things I've learned:
1. Being the only married one, my standards for being married are changing more to a dating scenerio. Quite peculiar phase he and I are embarking on.
2. Drama doesnt touch me and I seem to be the glue.
3. Breasts are fondled amongst girls.. alot.

I like that ive never experienced this before.. the whole girl group thing. Not for any other reason than the fact that its new to me.

spiritually transcendic

she could feel the betrayal of her memories. they were fading, being cruel to her as they floated away on their light ghostly feet. the tap of her own foot at the cafe's barstool, euphonic to the beat of Ray Charles soulful voice in the background.

She sat for a moment, eyes calmly closed as the light found its ways through her lids, forming that alternate moment. She'd go into a dream state and his smell would surround her.

 

note: im not sure why my writing is taking on this narrative "scheme". im not sure i like it. all seeming unresolved in their agenda. the word filament is still very obvious.. as they seem to be snippets of a longer story. before, it was comforting that my writings were snippets of my life, feelings, and fantasies.. but these seem to be more about the moments of a character that i want to meet.

Girl on a train

She wasn't much of a reader but she'd read the books he gave her... As if trying to find a clue to his psyche. Or to simply feel closer to him. To touch the pages he'd once touched before.
She'd read the words with a warm feeling at her stomach and memories of their shared meals would surface, lingering the train car's air.
At the last page, she'd close it knowing it was over, again. And through the bustle she'd leave the book under the lonely newspaper next to her.
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endearing privacies in the nude

yea.. that time.. you remember?
we'd just made love for the first time
silently kissing as i lay over you, one leg hung over the edge of your twin sized bed. Nine Inch Nails was playing and my new love for the song Reptile emerged.

"you wanted to slow dance, that was cute"

yea.. I think i wanted to be closer to you even still. and I think i felt awkward. It was new to me. I felt like a child.

"i fell in love with your feet that day"

yea...i always hated my feet until you loved them. Thought they were fat.

"my ordinary girl, you were always so ordinary"

yea, and you were always such an asshole.

how YOU doin'?

the wind kicked my ass on the bridge today, but as I walked into the office, sweaty and huffing, my boss greeted me with this tune, a huge smile, and the new office Ipad.

*knock on wood* as i count my blessings.