lily

I want to create a meaningful loving relationship with someone. Perhaps myself.

Re: altruism:


"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together."

Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.

"Yes." I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"

The End



feel better pooky.

isa

of moral obligation

that interview was a really good read Lily....im gonna have to go check out this book now.

awesome interview! i'm going to pick it up as soon as i finish assata

I love the way you tell a story.
I can see the whole thing play out in my head.

Have you ever been in ID magazine?

Happy Easter!

Hey Cutie!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

real soon huh?

I just discovered your journal and I just love the way you write. You like Sapphire ; I just read Push which is the only book which is translated in french. I find in your journal the same strengh and the same truth I can find in her books. Thanks.

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.

I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.

(Bob Dylan)

Sending mucho good energy.

I'd ask you to be my angel but it seems as though you are already booked up!

i don't know you. you don't know me. neither of us know what the world has in store for us. not God. the world. words are not enough to describe my sympathy and understanding. you have seen shit. i have seen shit. the world is a bitter and harsh place. however this may be we need more of you in this harsh yet beautiful place. if there is a God after all, may your soul be forever blessed.

sending good energy your way for sure!!!

I had a dream last night where you came to Boston because you needed a heart transplant. I saw you in the hospital on a gurney bed. and you looked fantastic. your hair was all done up, dark purple lipstick, eyeliner. the sheet that was covering you came up to your waist--and to top it off you had two purple pasties on.

it was a bit strange, but...