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A ladybug landed on
My monitor as Matthea
Harvey smiled. I longed to
Live in Brooklyn, New York then.

de nada

neato mosquito! yep...that is all i got. and yes i said mosquito. i wonder how much electron microscopes go for...eh, i better not.

quack quack?

i have never been a big fan of armageddon scenarios or natural disasters much less the evening news. i just dont get into that shit. i usually turn a blind eye to the turns of worms so obviously out of my control. let's face it, i have enough drama in my life as it is without getting all emotional about the weather and local crime. call me lazy and selfish.

so this whole 'Rita business is a real bummer. i mean at some point you have got to start paying attention to the fact this thing might be sitting on top of you within 48 hours. that veiled glee in the corner of Joe Weatherman's eye as he calculates worst case scenarios for would be ducks in harris county has me considering blessings i am much more comfortable taking for granted. and then conversely there is the non-blessings. yeah, and supposedly i only have myself to blame. that is just fabulous.

20 foot storm surges? make mine on the rocks with salt. cheers, kid.

last goodbye

saturate regret with tooth and lip
sponge worms wash in passionate drip
swivel neck and clutch at hip
buried faces in desperate grip

petal eyelids wrinkle and flit
like a moth on a candle lit

familiar perfume of nicotine stink
furitive saliva sauce slink
bass of blood pour and then drink
never mind that its a spit sink

careful bites edge on emotional brink
too late tears paint every eye blink

if i was merely horny i would have been laid by now

maybe i sealed my own fate when i reached out before it was entirely appopriate. i can never seem to get past the irony in a majority of the spaces i inhabit. like this one for instance...HELLO. how are you? glad you could be here, although i am not positive i can say the same...but i have already made some promisies and i intend to keep them despite myself. so its no huge revelation this is the new record, a clean slate of sorts, and one that has been long overdue...and as much as i thought i was a student of history, and that i had the screws tightened enough, it turns out the lessons of the past i am revisting in H fucking D.

so knowledge is not wisdom and on and on and all i can realistically do other than type my lonley soul to sleep is try and be patient. it stands to reason i could be out of the rain fairly quick given the geographyand economic climate but so many fires might leave me trapped here...a wet, sorry, knows-better animal...for a bad long time.

what i am trying to say in my long winded round about way is I AM SORRY, because when i found you it was supposed to be a better version of me, hustling the hustlers, kissing babies like a canidate, and turning strangers into disciples on a whim and a smile. instead its deja vu all over again except i am older and even more crafty in my self-annihilation than ever.

I shall proceed...

People don't come because you grandiose muthafuckers don't play the shit that they like. When you play the shit that they like then the people will come. Simple as that.

Do you understand the difference between Elvis Presley and The Beatles? If you think you do then try to understand me...I never said I was an original, and I may or may not have thought it at one time or another, and I might have expressed in one form or another about .00001 percent of the time I have spent on this dizzying fleeting falling rock of place I have been so blessed to exist upon. BUT, (and yes it is a big one) while I do prefer to be challenged where many things in life are concerned, I have often fallen prey to eithier laziness or lack of brillance. Now where in some reality that may serve as blame fodder or as an excuse for future indiscretion, for you my love I will only dish accountability. With any luck it will only be the appetizer but for now it really is the only thing on the menu.

..and try not to worry...I'll be around.