Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Where did 2011 GO?
In ALL seriousness . . . . how did it slip away with not one single entry . . . I show you LOXE in my sleep beautiful <3 <3 <3
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Blog-a-rino
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Back
Back right quick to say things are going well despite my three month absence.
Life has returned to the old face of human nature once again and has not given room for much disappointment . . .
I've got friends creating characters - even though at first it comes across a a big fat slapstick . . . there's depth to these characters- even though it seems like a joke in the beginning. If you were a character, I would develop you!
Neighbors blowing horns at 8:04am on a Sunday. . . . Why would you do something like that to me? Crank up the old church bus also . . . parked right outside my window . . . I can't understand why its soooo loud !? There's the horn again- Trust me dude, they definitely heard you blow the first time. The last thing they would want to do is be late for CHURCH -
I wonder what would happen if I went to church one Sunday morning. Why would I even bother? Check it out just in case Jesus actually made an appearance with his brown curly hair (but I know it's not T R U E!)
I know he looks exactly like I do - When I look in the mirror I know its not true.
I can be me like Sunday will be Sunday ALL day long- What's this nonsense I type? Digital "hear myself write" vomit?
Nahhh . . .
This garbage stays down. NEW! and improved words that are good enough not to vomit.
Barking birds . . . a rat and a possum BOTH like my yard . . . hopefully not to die in. This bird is not worse that the church bus but annoying and is pointlessly squawking. Surely it has a point- I wonder if it knows it sounds of a duck? More like a quack. Goose perhaps. Go away possibly? To the other side of the house please.
The squirrels like to bomb my car with acorns when I get in it. What do they think they are doing? Squirrels have been known to do this (drop "a" bombs) on folks and cars. Like its going to scare me away. LOL. I think they do it for amusement. I was told my breasts are similar to (really big) acorns. Ok. I'll take it. As long as they resemble some seed of fruit.
Cisco is clean and happily sleeping under his sheet . . . for now. He also barks. I used to be reactive to this but have learned that it does no good; if anything prolongs the behavior. He's been bathed and should be ready for good times.
I designed my own wrapping paper yesterday. Was dissatisfied with it as an art piece in the end; It turned out to be beautiful gift paper.
I feel my pizazz starting to fizzle out for now. It was fun while it lasted.
; )
*
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Turning
Demented, twisted . . . a new form of communication and I miss this
So the product is out of my hands now
what happened to these followers
they loxe what they can't understand!
I have been away . . . . sorry I have neglected you. GLUE from now on <3
So the product is out of my hands now
what happened to these followers
they loxe what they can't understand!
I have been away . . . . sorry I have neglected you. GLUE from now on <3
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Direction
Signs pointing at the door inside of a door
What's he playing in there
Sounds so good
Lure me with eggs
Make your rounds
At the local B A R
Switch the broken record
Write a song instead
Any comparison to ME
and to the last
pictures of kittens
purring
Are nice to receive
What's he playing in there
Sounds so good
Lure me with eggs
Make your rounds
At the local B A R
Switch the broken record
Write a song instead
Any comparison to ME
and to the last
pictures of kittens
purring
Are nice to receive
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Natural Living
Natural living . . .
I.
Behind closed doors.
He brings the monkey wrench
and the fact that I spotted it caused the reaction.
An argument in front of too many peers . . .
A price that is not high enough to pay . . . for mistakes . . .
Loxers that don't follow the thread . . .
BUT . . . ALAS
There is good . . .
Musicians and egos the ID
ME being displaced by a natural feeling to LASH out . . .
Old bonds that have been broken-
and reformed
phones that have been locked away in a deposit box
Mothers that forget to take medicines
Engineers that don't hold up their end of the deal
Rainbows that fall upon something other that gold
Percentages that don't get worked into the equation
Mathematicians that can't draw pictures BUT
still seem to color inside the . . .
. . . . L I N E S . . .
creativity spawned by lessons and cigarette smoking friends
that will Q U I T and whom you always will loxe with the deepest intensity
People that believe in your ART and pull the plug right out from underneath the rug from which you stand . . .
Secret poems of love and admiration that get misunderstood and returned to you by the U.S. mail . . .
Therapists that you have a hard time connecting with but . . . pretend to anyway beacuse they are the only ones not tangled up in the knot or the NOT!
Broken hearts and guitars mended . . . but still . . . express the damage once given . . . .
Online magazines that want you to write about a scene that fluctuates personal hate for pennies . . . . PENNIES!!!!!!!!!!
How about NO MORE PENNIES . . . .
I do it because I am free . . .
One teaches one how to do things . . . . no matter how much hell i have to raise . . . LATELY . . . . It seems to be for the benefit of one.
Bullshit fucking emails . . . Who does not have 1,000,000 of them . . . If I had a dollar for all of them . . . well you know . . . I'd be . . . buried in cash?
Stinky green federal c-note cash. I Wish?
II.
What is one more beer going to do to the equation? One MORE bubbly beer?
AM I NEW enough to stop ********?
Hardy har har!
This is my escape. I can't stop thinking of ways to travel.
New ways to play guitar . . .
Inventions to succeed the inventor . . .
The magician . . . the jeptor . . . the spectator.
destroying all of my life bonds seems natural . . . in a strange way . . .
BUILDING new . . . lots of new . . . . shorter ones . . . is that possible?
Why would you need a reason to care . . .this is ONE.
I need to give you a reason to care.
Bullshit.
I shall cut the cord.
SO what if I don't know how to hold on to these MEANINGLESS relationships.?!
They mean not much if it is that easy to not care.
I ENVY sweet Monica.
I hate the fact that I compromised a very natural feeling. . .
AND #1's culture. . .
This is ME
and that is A L L . . . MOSt . . . Everything
In a nutshell . . .
SMALL
Digression
Guitar under a duck blanket on a swing . . . with a flute.
I think that is all for tonight.
FUck Facebook too.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
hturt
Avoidance of the truth
Say one thing do another
What responsibility do you choose?
I'm a rusty advocate for Grey
Spelled 3 different ways
Pioneer of self loxe
*make it public
Who would want to know?
Tries very hard to make
it survive - but once
it stops trying
-and this is odd-
something starts to work-
Apologies count for something
What is the truth
and why does it change so often
Riddles
How long can I think about it?
No one should have to say sorry that much-
A L C O H O L
is burning a hole in the culture
favorite words for this are changing
only blame myself - if any-
allow things to happen in a pattern
pretty or not-
A L C O H O L
the kind one drinks
to forget
to lighten
to numb
the discomfort
to enlighten?
Don't forget to keep your word-
and shirt close by
say one- do another.
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