May 25, 2011

  • the idealist takes you to the trees.
    the rational will bring you to the stars.

    redemption. i have issues with this word. it comes up a lot.

    so much rotting fruit. running in circles. it is so good to be alone.

    them introverts will shock you. the best place to hide is in plain sight. i am unsure how every nuance is to be reconciled. let us discover....

    i want to be closer to my sisters. it's not easy.

    you may not always have comfort...and you definitely don't deserve it, nor are you fucking entitled. the truth will kick your ass. i don't know why it's so necessary to measure things. let them steal. fucking let them. i'm tired of righteousness. i'm really tired.

    the disconnect is piling on top of itself.

    let's learn. prescribed now is 10 minutes(ish) of eye contact. 20 minutes(ish) of physical SKIN ON SKIN contact. and lots of silence. why do we think we aren't babies? why do we forget we are children? savor dissonance sometimes, i think. shame on you, ego. you cannot have it all, all ways.

    when i become deaf, it's going to be all varying stones and minerals on hips. my hands on everything in dress pockets. always. i am sure this is why Karin is the way she is. and by Karin, i mean June. maybe if Keirsey lives, i can get some peace with this. i am scared of all these numbers surrouding my brothers. and measurement. why must we quantify sooooo many thiiiiings? ack!

     i'm bringing limes to the stranger dance party.

    love love