Coffee, Advil, and a Pepcid |
The Aura damn it! Why today again-the bane of my existence.
It's been ages since I let the keyboard song play. So much, so little. So. So.
House, work, dogs, life. Monot...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 06:20:00 GMT |
Rambling |
The winter months with their desolate, eerie sentiment dance to a silent music. Feel the motion. The world looks naked and exposed, a reflection of our hidden life. Behind our masks ...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 04:42:00 GMT |
Dont ruin my drink with juice |
Martini Paradise, grey matter euphoria...Lovely.
I don't believe in resolutions, at least not ones based on a linear calendar. How did we come to require one as initiation for the new year?...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 16:50:00 GMT |
Crawling Out of Hell |
My body rebels and my mental state continues to deteriorate: the slow climb out of the Pit of Despair moves onward and upward.
With carpets removed and house bleached along with sp...
Posted by on Mon, 28 May 2007 04:25:00 GMT |
Enough |
Saturday mornings are my peace. Rich slumbers late into the morning, allowing me my cofee, smokes, kitty time, ponderings out the window, and being. I sit facing my kitchen window, l...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 06:33:00 GMT |
(*#$&##*@% |
Today I received a friendly forward titled, "Let's Dance", where the tu-tu'd asylum patient and his friends dance unashamedly on the lawn. A reluctant smile sprawled across my face. I play...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 08:05:00 GMT |
The State of Limbo |
Limbo: a place where the inhabitants are neither rewarded nor punished, possibly the first circle of Hell, and/or any status where a person or project is held up, and nothing can be done un...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 12:28:00 GMT |
Organizing |
Moments happen and the ink runs though my veins. Then laziness takes over. I'm not afraid, or maybe I am. All the labor birthing its soul tires me ...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 11:14:00 GMT |
Class ring and a Rolex |
I'm so angry at you, with you, for you, YOU. Alone with no answers. You are the elusive, death, darkness, fear, unknown. I can't see you, hear you, feel you, smell you; I call t...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Dec 2005 11:16:00 GMT |
Circles |
Relax? Yeah...I can do that. Apparently not. Insomnia and brain damage. I know what running in circles feels like. Paralyzed mostly.
Get up! Move! Do S...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 05:49:00 GMT |
