the end is near, if not here already

the 6th sense approximation
it has a way with words in me
letters slowly show on the marquee
puzzled together as they float by
revealing its skin under the smokey bath water
drops forming the names, the things
that will wash away in due time

tennis date :)

blue skies, green eyes and golden hair. lime green puma gear strutting out a beat up F150, how could i forget?

half-heart healthy

Cheers to beautiful nyc lunches.

the x bomb!

tap tap and tap
my foot hangs from the seat to bar down under..
... tap
... tap
... tap
the repetative motion, the repetative thought, the repetative sound
at my head
at my foot
at my stomache
the addiction preys on me at the incremental second
with every orchestrated word that hangs
at my lips
at my fingertips
at my lashes
the addiction that strums each chord
over
and over
and over again.

East Village Litter Trials

Two weeks ago: The cardboard litter box was hanged with a wire hanger from the basement water pipe. The sign attached read "THIS DOES NOT GO WITH THE PLASTICS!!!". It was a statement, a revolution by Denis The Trash Sorter.

Yesterday: Denis's friend, Mark (who I now rumor as lovers) sent out the monthly STOOP SCOOP newsletter. Amongst the pleasantries and birthday reminders, a note at the end read: "Will the owner of the cat litter box please make yourself known to Denis".

Today: Every cat owner recieved a hand written note. Ours read:
S & T,
Do you use "FRESH STEP" cat litter?
___ YES
___ NO
Please return to Denis in apt ##.
...

Clearly, my answer is no, but I SOOO wanted to check yes.

fill my current niche

In adapting, animals fill niches as a survival mechanism. Thier habitat is compromised, so habits, even physiological attributes are modified. The smaller creature grows a bit to eat the larger insects that his "neighbor's" growing population hasn't monopolized.
And so it is. that we fill a niche. If even for a moment for different things and different people.

Just leave me your residue please.
I'm collecting.

"fuck all yall" pre-party prep

I listen to his preaching
"scraping through my head till I don't want to sleep anymore."
his chords, his lips, his brows
dark and brilliantally painted

"this thing is slowly taking me apart"
letting it fall like the towel around me

"just a fading fucking reminder of who i used to be"
my mouth mouths.. rising.. breathing.. leaving.

oh, little girl....

stroke me with your lies
bathe me with milken honey
I feel the everything...
heavy drop drips at my navel
thickened layered covered lips
a trembled finger strums
bends and crooks
to a beat of the bass that rolls and pounds and sounds to the fuery of the crazed thoughts that plummet to the ends of the light that seem to pierce the other side of my brain.....disbelief in perfection itself as it lands upon me.

indefinately

The verdict is in, one more year, at least!

3am rendezvous

with my coolest cat. alone.
the midnight stroll
the late night excursion
a ten year habit not worth breaking

Our anniversary is on thursday.
Ten Years.

Cheers to My Todd.

Cheers to us.

we's a creative bunch

A friend, marissa, has finally put up a site for her [Jewelry Line].
check it out and support my peoples! I'll remember to sport my summer tan necklace soon! :)

manic moments

call for manic "shake and shift"

Fiona Apple - New Music - More Music Videos

it's been written about before...

in a sophomore English class titled "alive".
The Mustang's wheels cycled at the road from Austin's cross country meet. An end of a winning season, in more ways than one.
My smile radiated to a gleam as Billy C. began "Today". Legs unfolded as Jesse watched me sit at the car's open window. gripped by an ankle and pushed by the wind I took a deep Texas breath and sang...
..
..
..
It was the day I knew that I'd be happy forever.
..with or without him.

revelations II ... the sequel

seems the month of May is my highly instinctive month.

Revelations
they happen.
awakenings...my happy awakenings.
im leaving for a bit.

who is this?

-no, who is THIS?

I'm 7 feet tall and silver hair and purple eyes. We used to ball in the sky together.

-ha!
...the grass is always greener on the ground
...well, unless its a [Patrick Blanc] wall. :)