Some T-Shirts That I Need

"Girls, please don't hit on me if you are straight."

"Not a Straight Converter! Tho I'm not completely opposed to it...."

"Why yes, it appears that I *can* haz ur straight chick."

"Caution: Makes women question their sexual orientation."

When can I go campin' again???

Replacing a watch battery will soon educate one about the robust watch battery replacement business that apparently happens online.

Today, is a good day. Rode one of my motorcycles to work (the Bandit 1200) and am looking forward to seeing a lot of my friends this weekend. Bonfire (!- I hang out with Satan) and then a going away party. Then a hang out and catch up. Gonna be a busy one, for sure.

But I'd rather live it thissa way instead of thatta way, ya dig?

Met a bunch of wonderful wimmins this week; had some chemistry. Bada schwing! Opening myself back up is scary, but needed, 'cause the soul has been starved.

BTW, have you ever read "Women Who Run with The Wolves"? If you are a woman, het-femme, lesbian, womyn, MTF, or whatever, you need to read it. Written by Dr. Clara Pinkola Estes, PhD. I spent three days in the forest alone with this book and it rocked my world. It's a psychological fucking bible that must become part of your library.

AROOOOOOOHAH!!!

Requiem Pro Somnium

Yea, though a midsummer's day pass'd
this sort of fairytale with you
Happy to hang on any shred
lingering in watercolours
and still have the decency
to pick up after a subtle
pass and declination toward
an awkward already.

Desire to want what cannot be
taken, day or night or inbetween
Flames still lick the salt of
spinning days and days ago.
Belong to what, we do not know.
Go where, we do not know. But I
know that Woden's Day brings
Hope para que la sabe. Le saut du loupe
was the hopeful hour in cold
French mountains. The Irish cead me failte
when I am home.

To run and run and run and run and be Away.....
I was on my way. I'd swear on anything that
the safari was right there. I saw it. Lived it.
Even breathed it. But I would never steal it, as
much as the bodies scream out false bloods.
High desert mountains call out again, four
years dead from the tricycle tower.
A somnambulist's fantasy
acted out acros't keyboards a-flying.

Fingers

Mine, they've been cut.
I know They exist, for They feel.
And They type as I ask of Them.
And They run scales as I expect.
And They hold doors for strangers.
And pump gasoline into trucks.

My head, it is throbbing with
a pulse that beats softly with
each and every breath, and sharply
with each exertion as it ebbs
and my voice, it cannot sing.
Silenced.

Then two thousand found me interesting.
And hung on every festering wound
That could be published between clicks.
As dying and flowing as teenaged innocence
When Divorce hung softly from my tree,
waving a cheery 'ello' through green'd leaf.

Pneumatic Lottery (version2)

From a glance to a notice to a gaze to a stare
Taking time to take some inventories
Of other ages
.....and times
Of suggestions
.....and being blind

Such a rain has never poured over this earth
So much that adversarial beings take shelter together
And sometimes the safest harbour
Is not the one that you expect

A whitefire-cool goddess looms in the distance
She is untouchable, remote, beautiful to all who
behold her; if we could just hold her for a minute!
These crops could grow strong and blessings
and not-floods would be the soup du jour.

Stuck here, we are. Trapped inside because
the air outside is swimming in seas, rolling
in rivers, gushing down the blessed sky-waters,
that we desperately need.

But......

Still.....

Today.....

I must breathe and hold my breath together.

ohfoshyllzl m8

omg. /heart flies with joi

she spoke to me within the last hour.

i'm flying around this house.

and i even left my broom

in an eastern-er field!

i get to see

her again and again and again and again

my music dances like the tiger

i have been born to be.