Live your death, boys.

"Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive.
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry. "

I loved that island in a way. Once upon a time, he(nry) was my savior and lulled me to sleep. I woke to find my perfect island was killing me and so I decided to swim. I'd rather my bones were coral made, than still sitting there at the kitchen table, palm trees gently swaying (the overhead buzz of large bees on fly paper.) I'm still swimming.

Ciao

oh, bother

there's so much stuff in this house, books, papers, furniture, clothes, that i only begin to contemplate how i would get out with what's mine. i give up there and don't dare imagine. i used to read my children a story about a snail who grew his shell so big that he couldn't move. his friends and family all moved on, following food, but he was trapped with his enormous, opulent home. so he starved to death and his shell eventually decayed. the moral was live simply, but it's kind of a gruesome tale and doesn't really translate into real world. in the real world, the bigger the better, the more the merrier, he who has the most toys wins, etc. still, there's a lot of shit in this house and i wonder how i'm going to get out or if it's even worth the bother.

there's a spell for it

strawberry tea and pink candles, a bath in sea salt on a friday of a new moon. gaze into the mirror and repeat the words. carry a crystal in a pink cloth sack with strawberry leaves, rose petals and a copper penny. this is the cure, the goddess assures it.

i miss summer

this painting hangs in my bedroom.

thrill is gone

when i was a kid i had a partridge family album that had a little q and a thing on the jacket with each of the "family" members. questions and answers like favorite food, color, song, etc. david cassidy said his favorite song was Thrill Is Gone by B.B. King. i had never heard of it but i remembered it and a few years later i tracked it down. i heard it on the radio the other day and it struck me how in singing it, it's obvious the thrill ain't gone, he doesn't really believe she'll be sorry someday, and he's nowhere near free of her spell, but he still wishes her well. that's how it sounds to me. that's how B.B. and i sing that song when we're alone in my car.

you have got to be fucking kidding

Cancer (June 21 - July 21)
Love and romance are definitely on the agenda for today, as you should be feeling warm, passionate, and especially sexy. You're at your most alluring, dear Cancer, and romantic partners or potential romantic partners will seem especially attractive to you. This is a wonderful day to shop for new clothes, have your hair done, get a skin treatment, or prepare a candlelight dinner for someone very special. Enjoy every moment!

pursuits

i'm so tired and my head is spinning. i go to bed early so i can lie awake and categorically differentiate the countless possibilities, all the while reaching in and pulling back my mind from sugared pursuits. serious things are at hand. at hand i find i tempt myself and then abandon effort for the above mentioned sugared pursuits. the wind howled last night, smacking lights and sticks against the house. more sugared pursuits lured me on, assisted with the distraction. at work, i plowed my way through coin operated diet cokes. serious things are at hand. underfoot i have the details of sugared pursuits.

this is what can happen...

if you fall down backwards next to the railroad tracks while chasing sasquatches.

c'mon everybody... don't forget your monkey!