Yes, darling?

I'll pass you the butter if you promise to exercise.

*

(I really am quite sorry it turned out this way)

A dream in 1Q09

That night I dreamt of happyness and woke up laughing in my sleep. So sunny.
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Things don't need to be complicated to be wonderful, she said. So true.

Lust for Life

It is only appropriate that I use these borrowed words to thank you for not having one boring bone in your body.

...and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because 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!"'

Liberté, Equalité, Fraternité

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Like the cloudless sky

Abstract music

Late Sunday evening

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Like clean snow

Freshly ironed shirt

Grandmama's hair

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Like the fusion of turmeric and soap

Cool blade on soft skin

Staring at bright light through closed eyelids

Sometimes

Graceful people have smelly socks too, sometimes. Sometimes a stranger's smile feels like a warm hug. Sometimes it really is better to say nothing at all. Sometimes butterflies can seem to last forever.

:)

Oaf

Breaks glass bottles
Frets about it

Walks in sticky rain with
A crooked crow of an umbrella

Walks out of a party
Experiences staircase wit

Solves puzzles
For validation

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Pliant and pliable mean the same thing. Reliant and reliable do not.

Demand

A girl

who loves

magic

waits to feel

the

ineluctable

modality

of

the visible.

Headstone

How does it feel (how does it feel)?

When the moonlight shone
With the silver sown
Into a silent drone
A lucky touchstone....

To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Lucid dreaming

It's back in style.

I dreamt of Jostein Gaarder yesterday. It was the most interesting story. About a restaurant, where everything was based on Sophie's Verden and the Solitaire Mystery and each of us had to discover the truth about ourselves. Cryptic clues in the waitresses' words, subtle hints on the menu card. I loved every minute of it. My senses were alive.

And then,

I woke up.

Yesterday

Okay, so I had a moment. Of butterflies.
Okay, so I've had my share of slow dances with other men. For whatever it's worth though, if I had to pick someone sans the dance, it would be you.

But, not if you think I'm delirious, if you know what I mean.