f r i d a y
It is a
hot as eff
I need to lower the a/c
just another
(Manic...)
nope-
Friday
in (the park?)
no!
July!
Hot town...
(summer in the...)
Yup.
And what have
I done?
Accomplished?
Hmmm.
I have
read-
a lot.
And
I have taken on
several (new)
and weird
(The transformation is almost complete!)
responsibilities.
Weird ones.
Things 1 and 2
are
well-and
happy.
I have been told.
I vacuumed.
hot as eff
I need to lower the a/c
just another
(Manic...)
nope-
Friday
in (the park?)
no!
July!
Hot town...
(summer in the...)
Yup.
And what have
I done?
Accomplished?
Hmmm.
I have
read-
a lot.
And
I have taken on
several (new)
and weird
(The transformation is almost complete!)
responsibilities.
Weird ones.
Things 1 and 2
are
well-and
happy.
I have been told.
I vacuumed.
...4th of July, 2008
I cannot be held back by
thumb tacks
and odd things
I have collected and
want to display.
I cannot be held back by
small people
who look like me
who want to tape
drawings
and such
to the walls.
I cannot be worried about
too many holes in the wall
and I cannot worry about the hole I drilled
in a wooden door.
And I cannot get the fucking
Norton Antivirus
completely off my computer.
And I have probably spent way too much time and energy
attempting to do so!
And I can't figure out why
itunes decides which songs it wants to keep
and which it wants to delete.
And I can't get all my pics on disc
because I am lazy.
And I have closed and opened
a yahoo account so many times
it is amazing my computer doesn't flip out!
And why do I need norton antivirus?
And can you believe I have to bring the
condiments.
Because I DON'T get food stamps.
O, I am sure
we qualify,
but it is not something
(the husband)
wants to do.
And the other two
do get
food stamps.
This is
frustrating.
And I have been awake too long.
And the bottom of my feet...
not the 'ball'
of my foot,
rather the 'heel'
hurts.
Because I walk.
And I step too hard?
And I am reading a good book.
I don't know how it will end;
but I think a fucked up ending like everyone kind of turning into
Invasion of the Body Snatchers type of people-
I think that kind of ending could be FUN!!
P.S. Is there a 4th of July in France?
thumb tacks
and odd things
I have collected and
want to display.
I cannot be held back by
small people
who look like me
who want to tape
drawings
and such
to the walls.
I cannot be worried about
too many holes in the wall
and I cannot worry about the hole I drilled
in a wooden door.
And I cannot get the fucking
Norton Antivirus
completely off my computer.
And I have probably spent way too much time and energy
attempting to do so!
And I can't figure out why
itunes decides which songs it wants to keep
and which it wants to delete.
And I can't get all my pics on disc
because I am lazy.
And I have closed and opened
a yahoo account so many times
it is amazing my computer doesn't flip out!
And why do I need norton antivirus?
And can you believe I have to bring the
condiments.
Because I DON'T get food stamps.
O, I am sure
we qualify,
but it is not something
(the husband)
wants to do.
And the other two
do get
food stamps.
This is
frustrating.
And I have been awake too long.
And the bottom of my feet...
not the 'ball'
of my foot,
rather the 'heel'
hurts.
Because I walk.
And I step too hard?
And I am reading a good book.
I don't know how it will end;
but I think a fucked up ending like everyone kind of turning into
Invasion of the Body Snatchers type of people-
I think that kind of ending could be FUN!!
P.S. Is there a 4th of July in France?
she...on a Sunday
She wants you to know that music is the end all be all.
Today, at any rate.
She listens to the words
written by others.
Words put to
music.
She listens to this
prose
(of sorts)-
and sometimes
identifies.
And sometimes she
laughs
because
she identifies.
She heard a song earlier today.
The lyrics;
their meaning;
is far from
obscure.
They are
"in your face" and
obvious and
almost comical and yet,
so incredibly blatantly
s e x u a l
!
Do you know what she did?
She listened to the song
twice.
All the way through.
The overtly erotic nature of the song...
Smiling.
Almost laughing.
And wanting to share the song...
with
(him).
Today, at any rate.
She listens to the words
written by others.
Words put to
music.
She listens to this
prose
(of sorts)-
and sometimes
identifies.
And sometimes she
laughs
because
she identifies.
She heard a song earlier today.
The lyrics;
their meaning;
is far from
obscure.
They are
"in your face" and
obvious and
almost comical and yet,
so incredibly blatantly
s e x u a l
!
Do you know what she did?
She listened to the song
twice.
All the way through.
The overtly erotic nature of the song...
Smiling.
Almost laughing.
And wanting to share the song...
with
(him).
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