You know it's going to be nice when the world takes on a yellowish-amber hue. Your red hair hangs straight as a lightpost and your lips make a nice little O.
It's impossible to tell you, because you can't describe color to a blind person, or touch to someone who can't feel. It's something that can be understood, but not fully.
So we walk down the sidewalk, it's hot outside, and you say you don't like the sour drinks. But I drink vinegar.
and the various -mines and -onins escape from our ears and noses and meld together in the air above us, forming a pink and blue cotton candy colored structure full of the pyreflies of our thoughts.
Words are inadequate means to express many things.
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Because I've seen your hair.
It's impossible to tell you, because you can't describe color to a blind person, or touch to someone who can't feel. It's something that can be understood, but not fully.
So we walk down the sidewalk, it's hot outside, and you say you don't like the sour drinks. But I drink vinegar.
and the various -mines and -onins escape from our ears and noses and meld together in the air above us, forming a pink and blue cotton candy colored structure full of the pyreflies of our thoughts.
Words are inadequate means to express many things.
--
Because I've seen your hair.
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i love the part where the newscaster cuts in and says "how's my hair look?" like that's all he's concerned about during all that death and destruction.
hey what you said about my journal entry is true. i think it is the taoist in me wanting to get back to the natural. the urge feels primal and raw and like i said, ancient. it's strong, that urge to abandon everything civil and material and societal. the world right now is such bullshit. god i love it though, in its true form, past all that. the uncarved block. the p'u. i need to reread the tao of pooh. it's been about 8 years since i read it.
ok i'm going to stop writing now before this turns into a fucking novel. it's too bad you probably live thousands of miles away from me or we could talk over hot mugs of something or other. i have a feeling it would be an "oh shit the sun's coming out already?" type ordeal.
[Edited on Nov 20, 2003 12:55AM]
do me a favor and go download "put your quarter up" by molemen. right now. well, after you read this anyway.
that mountain sounds rad. i can just imagine reclining on a bed of blossoms and being lulled to sleep by the breeze and the warmth of the sun. a well placed nap is not a thing to be underestimated. i made a list of the things i'm grateful for yesterday because i was feeling blessed, and catnaps were pretty high up there.
life is funny. when you stop trying to make it do what you want it to do and just sit back and let it do its thing it usually works out. i'm about to move into a place in january where i don't have to pay rent and i just got hired at a place i'd been wanting to work too. more spookiness. i really think it's because i let go of my imagined control over things, asked for what i needed, accepted that maybe what i want isn't meant to be, and that no matter what the outcome there is good in everything and i will do the best with what i am given, because even hard times deliver good things in the form of wisdom and strength.
enough with the self help book type monologue, though. it's bedtime.
i hope you have a good day too.