hellsforheroes

Lovely new photo.

What am I referring to with my wonderings...? It isn't as if I sense a lack of confidence from you. Indeed, you are exploring and creating your reality; and then shredding it at will. Perhaps that is it. You have so much control. Do you ever allow yourself to be knocked about? I know that you feel free to play with words and notions, but beyond that, I really don't know much. Confidence and security are obviously quite different. The presence of one does not at all indicate the presence of the other. So yes, that is why I wonder. And then there is your response to "Most Humbling Moment." ;o)

How much of you are you willing to let me know?

P.S. Just before you changed your profile photo, I was thinking that you were someone I could count on to keep his photo constant. I'm not even sure why I thought it, but I am thoroughly amused by the timing. May I know why you changed it?

patience is a crystal trigger
a salt on a slug

only presence is spark

(petrol atomizer petrol)

petunia in the microwave

crumpet in the ocean
for a starving shark

demolition cartillage

pastry mouth

headed south

on the lip of a missle

I think you're one of the all too rare writers who dares to deal with what I call 'emotional harmonics'...states inbetween, and branching off from, familiar and easily quantifiable definitions of "love" hate" lust" etc... and not just rehashing, redressing and reiterating the tired old same old... like putting lipstick on a pig.

Shit, man. I always 'understand' you on a pretty deep level, and the only way to reply most times is in kind.

Luckily I speak a similar language.

I hope you keep it up. Somebody's got to do it.

i like the mystery...i can relate...naked time should be a specific time a day or something. "I want a hot hippi girl who has naked hour every day...and because of all the shrooms she's on...she'll have no concept of time. -the Mighty Mike McGee

at a school i attended we had what is known as "First Rain" were all the Frosh would run all over campus naked once a year duing the first rain of the season. this should be a more international ritual.

Sounds like you had a tussle with your demon/angel out in the desert there.... I just keep reading it.

the good god you see doesn't know it

no it

everything

(burn it (all)...make ink out of ashes


and tear (drops)

You deserved better...you deserved better...you deserve better than death, poem.

Very nice. Made me oddly calm.

I hope you have a most excellent trip.

I will keep writing. I have to. Also, I love to count goats. I'm a fan of the goat. Pan. Panic. Pandemonium. Panacea. Panda. One of these words is not like the others... I'm totally sleep deprived and depraved.

Be well. I look forward to your reflections from the road.

funny you should take a road trip...i just posted about the one i can no longer take. hmff!

I'm always so afraid to comment on your writing - what if I've got it wrong? But as you said, it can only really be a mirror for me. Even if you were to take me through it line by line I would never experience it as you do and even you won't experience it tomorrow the same way you did today. So I should be bold and say something smart about it - but all I can think to say is, "I know."

Thank you for taking the time to write to me.

Thank you, thank you, thank you... full of 16 year old lust.

This is very familiar to me - both in form and content. The way your thoughts flow and weave. The honesty. The discovery. How did it feel to write this?

spring when flowers bloom, life must be growing?

Lost boy! tinkerbell made you sound oh so put together with your pretty words, but i suppose thats just because she's falling apart at her seems faster then you. Pretty boys, you need mothers. Hydrogen is such an excuse for a reason. the hypocrite licks up her pretty wounds with cheep wine. -Wendy (alter ego for this month)

We don't talk anymore.... "high"