Where is the middle ground between my loving altogether in the whole sense and walking an ascetic life? It's no accident gurus and crones are long in the tooth It takes decades to learn anything in this life Anything that is worth a damn, anyway Those of us who claim to be forever youthful and … Continue reading Whistle through the day
If I were to tell you that my heart was putty in your hands would you mold it to fit yours? Or would you mash it flat, pound it into the table drop it on the ground to pick up all the detritus you walked through before? If I were to tell you that I … Continue reading Touch the fire
The general public is stupid. Crazy stupid. "Were you raised by goats??" stupid. Not just "Dang, I locked my keys in the car" stupid. Not just "Crap, I put the case of beer on top of the eggs" stupid. I mean "Let me put a starving wolverine down my pants just to watch it run … Continue reading Why can’t stupidity be painful?
This depression spreads more like a slough or a valley of barren dusty bowls of tinny wind chimes and wind that whistles through a crevice or two in trusting minds that all will be fine if one just keeps on through just one more day and one more night Really? Another day of this muddy … Continue reading Bowls of dust and sunset
In between here and there lies a place of quiet a place of no longer yearning for others' attention or affection or respect It's a place fully alive to absolutely everything in the universe that exists to know the mysterious workings of things It does not love or hate or boast of arrogance nor bow … Continue reading Quiet spaces
I never thought that my best friends would have been objects instead of people, but here we are. I liked to smoke. I loved to smoke. My favorite time of the day was early morning, with cup of coffee in hand, pack of cigarettes on the table, and an hour to leisurely peruse Facebook and … Continue reading Losing my best friends and it’s great
This week has had more twists than a Dairy Queen soft cone made by some high school nerd with a penchant for culinary flair. Annoyances include two, count 'em, two back to back instances of crappy customer service. I mean, really. I'm not much to look at, but I don't make dogs bark or small … Continue reading Little Annoyances
I like both platforms. Really, I do. Facebook was fun when I first joined. It was exciting to be able to reconnect with old friends and stay in touch with family. I could have long chats for hours, catching up with everyone, liking their posts, feeling as if I am a part of their lives. … Continue reading Twitter is a psycho girlfriend; Facebook is the spouse in a dead marriage