juliana

junkyard angel.i want to listen to, see, learn, and give. "i have practiced death for so long/ and still I have not learned it," Bukowski.impatient and patient, awkward and dropping the bags of sand over the side. "Jens delivers his death blow to cynicism by declaring, 'And I would never kiss anyone / who doesn't burn me like the sun.'" ------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------------- A question in your nerves is lit / Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy / Insure you not to quit / To keep it in your mind and not fergit / That it is not he or she or them or it / That you belong to. Scottish Highlands...."I have never seen a sun that did not bury its head in the side of the world when the day is done." _that's love. somersaulting, resting, slow and sensory. not a feast. i believe in glances of weightlessness, like sneak peeks. all the salt and water in us makes gravity a pest. ------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- Birth/ When they were wild/ When they were not yet human/ When they could have been anything,/ I was on the other side ready with milk to lure them,/ And their father, too, each name a net in his hands. --Louise Erdrich__ ____________________________________________________________ _____________________________I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4= I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4