here we go, traipsing through time.
Aren’t we gay? All of us here.
We love to party, we’re where it’s at.
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Wednesday:
Ohio, here I come!
I’m leaving California to go spend a few days in the mid-west. Life is slower out that direction… I have a lot planned for my slow time.
I have a lot of reading and writing and general play-time to partake in.
I’m looking forward to it, I think. We’ll see how I feel after the first couple of days, though.
Now, I have to pack…
darn
I’m not sure how I feel about things all the time. I’m having trouble letting go of somebody I care about… but I had trouble holding onto her while I had the chance… and I don’t really know what I want. I believe things have transpired in a desirable fashion, but that still leaves me dealing with my curious feelings.
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Tuesday:
sitting and talking and laughing among friends. the world before me like a closed but inviting paperback. No real harm done, but still worth something more than I can understand.
We went to a party thing tonight. It was at a club… I’m so awkward sometimes in social situations. Not too bad, but enough to make other people feel a little awkward. Sort of weird.
There is magic in this group. Real magic. We don’t all get along, but we must all play our roles. I guess the trick now is to figure out what form those roles must take.
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Monday:
lonely again.
I’m so hard to please. I always want something other than what I have.
I think it might be a fear of commitment sort of thing, but I dunno. Maybe I’m just picky… but what if I really do miss the magic moment while I’m all caught up with my self and my silly worries?
I wish the world a happy hello.
I wish to you a happy hello.
I wish to me a happy hello, and perhaps
a thank you and good wishes, too.
I hear my name ring through your teeth,
so false and shimmering they are.
I feel my heart spring up from my grave,
the day of my untimely death.
I wait and watch as my memory crumbles,
the last thing I have left.
I mist and tear when a movie ends,
and the good guy doesn’t win.
So, I wish to you, and yours and ours,
a happy happy day. I hope to you all
good things come now and forever on.
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Saturday:
olive oil runs through the streets of baton rouge, and it’s a crime because it gets in the way of the water delivery truck, or something more meaningful perhaps.
We must work together to ever hope to explore anything beyond the reaches of mear human endeavor. We are not bound by what we have been taught. We are not bound by what we have seen. We are bound by fear and trust.
Cry. Cry like the wind told you to, and make the wind never forget it. Tell someone else to cry today.
people don’t live their lives today. They wake up when an electronic device tells them to. They read about people they don’t know and will never know in a newspaper delivered by somebody they will probably never meet. then they eat processed food and top it off with some vitamins just to be sure they remain healthy and happy. then they drive to a manufactured job providing unnecessary services for unnecessary people. Then they spend their time thinking about doing things that don’t matter with people they’d like to know. Then they come home and pretend they have hobbies.
vive.
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Friday:
hot tub
swirling water around my ears.
drowzy giggle.
slip back and fall down.
dim dum.
zim zum.
zee.