citrus

read something somewhere today insinuating that limiting the expression of thought/emotion/etcetera gives one an allusion to having an edge.


(we can always let someone else do it for us ... not that it's one-hundred-percent effective, but what really is, eh?)
let there be life


worry the bottle mamma,
its grapefruit wine
kick off your high heel sneakers,
its party time

the girls dont seem to care
whats on
as long as it plays till dawn
~nothin but blues and elvis
and somebody elses favorite song

give her some funked up music,
she treats you nice
feed her some hungry reggae,
shell love you twice

the girls dont seem to care
tonight
as long as the mood is right

no static at all
ehf-ehm
no static at all



~-~ into ~-~

i think it's time to just see what happens... cuts both ways.
remember, penny, ... patterns.
which designs do you like? which work well?
to repeat or not to repeat? wax on, wax off...
how far are you willing to go?
i suppose intiation sways back and forth.

the lyrics are really workin' for me today...
maybe since i haven't heard any music since i've awoken.

heading straight into a broken heart.
every time.
a paradox.
suffering ecstasy



to submit to or be forced to endure, to feel keenly : labor under, to put up with especially as inevitable or unavoidable, to allow especially by reason of indifference,

a state of being beyond reason and self-control, a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight,



~o~

black olives
fingernail polish
praise
vanilla silk and cereal
wonder woman
messages
lunch-time conversations with girl friend
evening conversations with girl friend in airport
warrior three because i feel like i'm flying
fluevogs
home-made jewelry
discounted shipping costs
intuition
realism
surrealism
root beer
silence and excitement