iDallas!
heartache and heartfelt.
Heart. Gut.
Wrenching.
Raunchy.
Stinky. Poo.
So, then there was a lady,
and ever so shady was she.
And then there was a fellow,
and ever so shallow was he.
And the fellow saw the lady,
and the lady said, “hey there.”
and then the fellow fell falling to his knees.
And then she said, “Will you hurt me?”
And he said, “Of course.”
And she said, “Lovely.”
And he said, “Of course.”
tempting turnovers
lying helplessly in the boiling oil.
They call out to me in their sweet sort of way,
but I don’t notice,
as I am distracted by the danish.
There’s this funny feeling you get when you see things working out in oddly comforting ways. Our skeptic nature makes us want to look deeper. “Too good to be true.” You’ve heard it before.
I want to forget that feeling, though… and let things take their course. If I get taken along the way, then I guess that’s just how it’s going to be.
There’s something heavenly happening.
It’s oozing from the streets and streaming down from the trees.
It’s replacing all the world’s usual smells and tastes with ones much more powerful.
It’s pumping up the volume and overexposing photographs and making real what once was unreal.
It’s defeating the purpose and recontriving reality, and all in the blink of an eye.
Directly to Mars, the creature crawls.
The earth meanders through the universe, casting the hopeful rays of heaven.
A single eye catches sight of the creature, far down below and swoops down to eat it.
I have no beef today so more pleasantries.
Isn’t it interesting how some happening can completely change a particular location forever… even for people who have no actual knowledge about the happening itself? Of course, the change is not as profound for those people, but some places just feel as if they have stories to tell. I don’t want to know those stories, but I want to know what they feel like.
And a Sunday sermon came out of the speakers in the elevator.
And I looked around at the people I was riding with, and they looked back at me, disinterested.
And I tried not to listen to what the holy man was saying,
But don’t you know it?, I couldn’t help myself.
And he said, “Take the lord into your hands…”
And I thought, “And then what do I do with his lordship?”
And he said, “Take the lord into your mouth…”
And I thought, “Woah, that might be going a little far.”
And he said, “Take the lord into your mind…”
And I thought, “Lordy lordy.”
beautiful and witty,
a gaze as true as triumph.
infectiously funny,
and thoughtful and bold.
A mythical creature, some might suppose,
her true nature, a mystery indeed.
She looks at me in wonder,
or so she leads me to believe.
And I stare back in awe,
powerless to defend.
She’s got me thinking reel by reel,
of a world like no other,
a world of night before day,
and dawn before dusk.
A world of hope spoken out loud,
and a tremor of ancient desires.
She’s watching me now.
I’m sure of it.
dripping down against the wall,
I reach up for something, a light switch,
anything to protect me from this fall.
I angle my fears towards the ground beneath,
coming up fast, I am together with it now.
And I stop a moment to give life a thought and then it sweeps me away.
And together we shout, me, myself, and I,
and we shout about never never land and a girl we once knew.
And somewhere far away, she pauses her paradise for a moment of contemplation.
And we know, me, myself, and I,
that she’s thinking about us. Together at last.
It’s pretty cold today. It’s definitely the coldest it’s been since I’ve been in Boston. I need some more warm clothing!
And, on top of that, the book I’m reading took another twist last night, and it’s got me a little concerned. It’s weird how much it can affect my mood from day to day. I like having my life in someone else’s hands to some extent. It’s liberating somehow!