Saturday, June 29, 2002

Given up to her, my heart, dreams and breath.
Only to find she is the white butterfly of exploded lung.
a sad relief,watching my given breath dissipate, never to be or cherished.
All this in life, a warning... do not hang your hopes here.
She will claim love and life itself, yet the irony is... like the breath never absorbed... she is the waking dead.

Friday, June 28, 2002

Not counting repeats, mind you

There are 25 unique hair care products in my bathroom.

And that was after I threw a few out that I'm no longer fond of.


Of course, if I get a wild hair up my arse this afternoon and have Sybil cut it all off... most of them are irrelevant anyways.


Wednesday, June 26, 2002

An emotional Day, in Differing Persons.

Clandestine Messages from Midnight Locales in the middle of my late afternoon.
Telling me that I've got to get off my ass and take a chance.

Umm.. I already took several. But we all know that's never enough.

18 chances a day, at least. More when it comes to really adorable Streaming Media Girls who (from all outward appearances) seem to dig you more than the rest. Hell, from the vibe you're getting, there are no 'rest'

Do you mean to say that I need to move faster else I loose her interest.
Will she walk out due to boredom?
I'm liking the tension.... what if I'm betting on that moment just prior to the peak?

Or what if I'm really not in control here.... what if she's the one counting out tension and delicious time.


could be....?


Peanut Gallery, what's your experience?

Tuesday, June 25, 2002

Sitting in a hall like a closet
wanting massive amounts of chocolate

we got new art
some of it bought some of it loaned
most of it imagined and stuck in my head, never to come out.

Islands with brown doors in the clouds.
Sad clowns short on the rent
Silly fools stuffed with Crepes

And you.

You are stuck in my head. You are Art.

You may have been birthed - expressed and created sometime in this life.

Though, more likely...
Your iterations colourations and manifestations may be cooking in the crockpot of my process with little hope of being served anytime soon.
It's not a bad thing.

But you are in here.