2003-11-25 - 3:51 p.m.
i wish i did laundry on the weekends. and spring cleaning.
or woke up to tender waffles .. the European ancestry kind with some dark fruit topping, whipped cream.. i don't have those kinds of distractions.. because those things never seem to distract me from what i'd like to be distracted from..
(i don't like telling stories that run along the vein of "she looked out the window. she saw an 18 wheeler speeding toward the cabin. she ran for the backdoor..." she and he and they are about as appealing as theirs and ours.. "i" makes sense.. "i" is the epitome of the storyteller.. )
i have a blanket over my head.. red and black checkered, inner lining 48% polyester, 21% acrylic, 17% wool, 10% rayon, 4% other fiber.. translation: feels like hiding under sheep. i can't write with music on.. music helps invent moods and moods don't translate into writing.. that's why so many songs mean and sound like nothing on paper..
my presence changed the course of history today..
the water pressure from the shower will change the geography of my body.
things will change today.
eventually time will seem like a milkshake left in the backseat of the equator..
things will change. dread cupped in yearn like lemon soothed by ade.
