consciousness |
consciousness befriends me and he points to God, way far off in the distance.i would've never even know we were apart,yet i've never seen him quite like this!He loves me so much,and i love him back wa...
Posted by Barbara Lee on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 02:20:00 PST |
banana seats |
i want it to be the eighties again today and be a kid and run around wearing the same shit all summer and no shoes, and you can walk on rocks cause your feets are so thick. kickball in the streets and...
Posted by Barbara Lee on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 10:29:00 PST |
It was Feist |
I posted this as a bulletin today.....Maybe I shouldn't post this....But I feel like I'm the only sane one in a sea of goddamn lunatics. I decide to watch this yahoo music clip to see what the kids ar...
Posted by Barbara Lee on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 01:33:00 PST |
weird mundane meandering thoughts: An American Blog |
So, I got rid of my cell phone a couple of months ago and I haven't regretted for a second! It was like a leash or some weird monitoring device. Does anyone know what I mean? Texting...
Posted by Barbara Lee on Mon, 28 May 2007 09:27:00 PST |
lay me down |
forever after this, i long to be the shinging light of humanity in someone else's cloud of darkness. the world is grisly, Lord, grisly. and when your eyes are covered with the muck and you can't...
Posted by Barbara Lee on Sat, 26 May 2007 02:09:00 PST |
Oh! Dear, Dear Water. |
try to possess beauty.it will slip out of your hand like soap and fly across the roomaway from you.it will become past like a moment in timeno matter what you do.snip some flowers only to watch them d...
Posted by Barbara Lee on Sun, 20 May 2007 08:47:00 PST |
on having nuts.... |
i wrote this a while ago, but it still stands true.....
i am dehydrated...so forgive me.is it too much for me to ask that if a dude in thenon-bar atmosphere looks over at me as though hethinks i'...
Posted by Barbara Lee on Wed, 16 May 2007 11:37:00 PST |
A Buried Archetype: (The Intelligent Benevolent Sex-pot) |
hiding under layers of tired sad faces and fat, shedyes her hair back to mousy brown, sets her earringson the night stand, and goes to bed.in the morning she wakes up to go to work but doesn'tshower.&...
Posted by Barbara Lee on Wed, 02 May 2007 09:20:00 PST |
heaven, earth, and poetry there within |
A dead rotting mouse turns to dust before my very eyeswhere i sit each morning on my stoop eating plants,animals, and other globs of elements so that part ofthem can become part of me. And i kno...
Posted by Barbara Lee on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 10:22:00 PST |
you're weird |
this rant goes out to every mother fucker who has evertold me, "you're weird"...for whatever reason. whether it'sbecause i'm happy or deep in thought about something. or because i'm singing...
Posted by Barbara Lee on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 04:41:00 PST |
