GRAVITY

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Grace Lizard as Spider-woman
by Dan Black

I loohve Jessica and Catherine.

post-rain a-dancin', stance a-changin', muma talks while we a-husked (tusk reed) corn
embracing a sentimental shirt, I keep memories on my skin

Votsy-dohg always helps when I'm preparing food

rain lights up like faeries in the trees, storm movement cracks on the earth and I run on the tips of my feet, gazelle-like, photographing and spinning (my camera has weathered much weather) relying completely on grace, not stability, my body moving like sand in a hurricane. I idolize the wind, succumb to thunder, and distribute sunlight.

I am a canvas. Vhat Lake does when I'm not paying attention to her.

We all share this moon.

The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.
Marcus Aurelius Antoninus (121 AD - 180 AD), Meditations
Nothing happens to any thing which that thing is not made by nature to bear.

I was awake, moonstruck, until morning. I sat hardly wrapped in my wet towel and read, vision thoughts cross-processed my own sentences. The air was still. I could feel every nerve in my hands pull upward. Today's Full Moon falls in my 4th House of Foundations, motivating me to get to the bottom of an issue that's been bothering me recently. My situation, the cause and kill of it, I searched from a new perspective. Warm, extroverted, loving, and appreciative, and berloody pissed off at my self. Other people...

When I woke, I kicked the towel which had been at my feet while I slept, and lugged the laptop onto my legs. Lake walked in, I said, "I'm naked," solely informative, and she laughed. "Who says they're naked like that? You're crazy." Off in a forest-drunk cabin enjoying crafts and fishing. I should show some well-earned affection; stop being so distant.

High emprise
I begin tonight,
and I will be gone until,
roughly, August.

( hopefully I will swim in seas of miso soup )

Current Location: victorian, pilgrim lace top
Current Mood: deep green paisley skirt

All I can say seems useless - and all I could say might be no less unavailing - yet I still cling to the wreck of my hopes, before they sink for ever.

Then seek not, sweet, the If and Why
I love you now until I die:
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

That's why I love you -- you gave me life. You put me in charge of my world and I'm going to love you forever. I'll always be here waiting for you. Snuggs ...

I feel like splitting myself, letting one half die and to keep only the physical, thoughtless side. Aue, to be happy! No triumph or sweetness, perseverance or appreciation. Just an omnivorous freedom. I argue like the gravedigger. I feel heartless. You are much changed within these twenty days or you would never have thus poisoned your own better feelings and trampled on mine.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
"Mad Girl's Love Song" Sylvia Plath

Whenever I watch a film or venture through a museum with Lake, she is always the chipmunk and/or fluffy, sweet character, and I am always the filthy repair man, lunatic scientist, or monster.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
These photographs are all from the same day... Oh, gosh

I washed my hands with water given to me by one of the hot dog vendor men. He threw old hot dog buns to the pigeons and poured the water into my hands, smiling. Sticky mango fingertips.

( I'm a pescatarian, )

Current Mood: giggle

I'M SO HAPPY!
Relief is the best feeling in the world!

Thanks so much to those of you who recognized the statement in my stammering and ventured to see that I'm alright. I really appreciate it. My strange friends and friendly strangers.

( sunbeams, sister, substance )

Current Location: that abandoned house
Current Mood: Chuckie Dickens
Current Music: Dad telling happy stories, Lake spinning in a chair

que
st i
on.

I cried as I walked through Times Square from my tai chi class. I closed my eyes and knocked my head back, breathed in through the nose, out the mouth. An Indian man at the corner watched me from the opposite side of the street. By the time I reached his side of the street, he was teary-eyed, his face followed mine with a great empathy. I felt my chin quiver and a puffin caught in my throat. Its wings fluttered, another heart beat added to mine. My sorrow captured in a petite colourful bird.

If I were going to school for electrical engineering or medicine, I would have done it by now, that's a known path. I don't want to go to school for something I already know. You go to school and you find yourself becoming a school of thought. This is how to become this kind of writer, or that kind of writer.

I saw him walk into an artist's house and instantly knew who her painting instructor was because he could see his work in hers.

I improve my writing daily from the art of my own mind unmarred. I'm way beyond a student of English who walks agog into their classrooms with a blank slate waiting to learn from their brilliant professors. The greatest writers didn't go to school to study their craft for it is genius and passion. The academic community can't make writers and artists - they kill them.

Being in love is an important learning experience.

Current Music: biochemistry

I'm full of devastated puffins that are trying to kick out of me, run from the premise
but I have to stay still because I'm too sick with love to find anything else
Broken-hearted and distrusted
The hurt feels heavy

(Ah, when to the heart of a man
Was it ever less than a treason,
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season.)

Current Mood: crying rivers

I'm sad, disgusted, hurt, nervous, and I want to unexist.

I carry around pomegranate lip balm from New Zealand

and pomegranate moisture antibacterial hand cream.

This window has everything I like; chess, twigs, Spider-man, microscope set, anatomy model, calligraphy book, sudoku, train, sales, extensive calculator, gambling, landmark models, frames, black and white, photography, drawing set, body character, Russian architecture, desk lamps, ink, nice pen, frames, physics demonstrations, T-rulers, branch blades, Rolodex, maps.