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Senorita Maldita

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About Me

To my Friends, "But they danced down the streets like dinglebodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, becasue the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"" -On The Road.
I love pens that don't skip when I'm writing with them, because, IF. THEY. DO. I'll throw them accross the room, I'll slam em on the wall! because being interrupted when im on a roll! Ahh! drives me berserk! At work hanging out with kids IS THE BEST!, ow, my arm cracked!, 'cause they just want to play and they get into little fights that are usually resolved in under 10 minutes and they're fun to watch, because they don't care how they seem, when they have a ton of dirt on their hands and clothes and leaves and sticks in their hair after recess. If they want to scream to the world " III'M MMEEEESSY! ! ! "
Let em! They're not my kids! Buahh!!!...I like learning spanish...I love people I can feel comfortable around--people I've known a long time and always prove Bests...Paco and the Padillas' live Beanie Baby collection...La Familia, which live too damn far away, but were exposed to myspace as a way of life, possibly too soon (uh-oom, eh...by me!), Reggae, Reggae: mi casa es su casa atmosphere, smoke--swirls around and smells good (nay ciggys); teaching Birdie the lab new tricks and she's getting old, scheming up horrible schemes that're not quite horrible enough!...making voices, I can do Jared (Hi Jared) pretty good now...dressing up scantily because I feel like it...being an old prude who doesn't like disneyland (Hi Kacie!)...spending the night at other people's houses--I sleep better, when I wake up in a strange place feeling like I'm still dreaming (I really love that)...playing beetoven's symphony 9 on the flute, only a short 3-4 bars, skipping all the non-melody stuff that flutes get stuck filling background noises for other instrument solos, Oh, and o-o-o- "Can You Feel The Love Tonight" is fun too, but all too lonely played alone...friendly animales, cats scare me with their bipolarness...watching for signs, reading into them...not being sentimental, clutter makes me feel stuffy...Watching plays and Reading them in different voices...Writing, learning grammar and spanish (again), asking people how do you say "blank" in spanish, being active: dancing, singing, hiking, when I have the crazy energy...trying not
to pretend I'm ha-ppy...
even though I usually am.
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My Blog

Tu vs. Ud--Love in the Time of Cholera

...She did not wait for the tea to be served to tell him how much his letters had helped her...She continued speaking of how they had helped her during this difficult time, with so much enthusiasm, so...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 20:14:00 GMT

Of late...enamorada de Himat

    If you feel like you've been pouring your love and affection down a drain then you can imagine what a nice feeling it is to actually see that waste come to an end.  I...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 20:47:00 GMT

Death and Time Excerpt from what Ive been doing...

Rosette is free from the world. She is exempt from its demands; she is her own god, time is hers to mold and waste as she pleases. She is learning the true meaning of relative time. How I remember ...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 19:01:00 GMT

Some metaphore about ants

The March   I'll be the one lying on the cold cement to escape the heat curious at the ants wandering by my fingertips.  I'll be the one to feel it forever when they bite.  And I hope ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 16:03:00 GMT

Reject Focus Record

Every night I see the lights coming and going down my street but some nights I see those car lights outside a different window, like a bar or a restaurant, and I look around and I tell myself, this is...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 04:10:00 GMT

To Getting Back Up As Many Times As Possible

To Falling in Love as Many Times as Possible... Sharing the passions and grievances that come With music, literature, and rum We wake the day and face the sun Thank it for the light upon One so sen...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 23:50:00 GMT

My Own Ode to a Grecian Urn Poem

Peak   We planted some seeds in our minds, we let them grow and let ourselves fantasize.  Ooh, I'll never forget the idea, how we let it root down to our heart so we could feel this romance...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 21:37:00 GMT

Lagrimas de la Dama-Tears of the Lady

If it Ain't Love, Unbuckle Me Baby Sometimes I do it porque me siento mucho amor. I know that when I find the house plants sitting in the sink that my dad had set them there to water them; when my nei...
Posted by on Sat, 12 May 2007 10:39:00 GMT

My Love Poem

Lace   Our bodies are beautiful under lace, peeking teasingly through the holes and the webs of fingers, the goose bumps on my skin under your hands.  Bronchial lace shrinks around the smoke...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 00:19:00 GMT

"Prison of Pleasure"

There's that fairy tale like music starting to play as the jewelry box is opened.  She's intent on the tiny mirror behind the slowly spinning dancer.  It holds the reflection of the little p...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 10:41:00 GMT