it's 10 am and I'm drinking. That can only mean one thing... that I'm drinking at 10 am.
I have two people on my friend list now. Sweeeeeeet. Hmm, that was cliche. Well, anyways. That means people might actually be reading what I'm writing. Weird.
HOLY SHIT people are actually reading my drivel. I need to learn how to spell... I can fuck up standard english, but have no problem spelling words like... like... like... I got nothing, my point is inherently flawed...
so, I came to realization last night that it's been a long time since I cuddled or was cuddled back. Sadness. Means I may have to go out and be social. And that is what the alcohol is for.
I read a little ditty (read, tiny tale) by a great Sufi, Sheikh Muzaffer today:
A dervish had been walking for weeks and finally come to the foot of a mountain. He raised his hands and prayed, "Oh Lord, please send me a donkey to help me up this mountain."
Just then, he heard the sound of braying, and found a small donkey entangled in the bushes. The dervish thanked God for the gift and was just about to get on the donkey when a bandit rose up.
The bandit said, "Aha, a dervish. I never liked dervishes! Here you are, a big man about to ride a little donkey. Better that the donkey should ride you than you ride the donkey. Yes, that's it! Pick up the donkey and put in on your back."
The dervish looked at the long-winded bandit in dismay, "Pick up the donkey?"
El bandito grabbed his scimitar. "I said pick it up and put it on you back!"
The dervish complied; and the bandit growled. "Now, carry that donkey up the mountian!"
The dervish walked up the mountain with the donkey on his back. Finally, the poor, exhausted dervish reached the summit. He set the donkey down and addressed God. "Lord, I know the You see everything and that You know everything. But sometimes You get it backward!"
You may discuss this amongst your selves
I want to add Jewish girls to my list of obsessions. I apoligize whole-heartedly for leaving them out. It was an over sight on my part. A thousand pardons.
Still got stories up for grabs and new ones being started and finished everyday... anybody besides those already reading them interested? Yes, I will write like I have an audience of 20. Pathetic, isn't it?
Here is a pirate:
The above was a distraction...
Since Sophie has a theme today, I thought I would copy her and make my theme (drum roll, please) Light.
Now, I have no pretty pictures of light to post since y'all are using it to see at the moment... so there.
Today will be brilliant, Chico Science and Nacao Zumbi on the MP3 player, a bottle of vodka in my hand and yet another book on Ibn 'Arabi calling impatiently to me. I'll probably be on the internet all day...
back to the cave, cuz everybody in the cave gettin' tipsy...
I have two people on my friend list now. Sweeeeeeet. Hmm, that was cliche. Well, anyways. That means people might actually be reading what I'm writing. Weird.
HOLY SHIT people are actually reading my drivel. I need to learn how to spell... I can fuck up standard english, but have no problem spelling words like... like... like... I got nothing, my point is inherently flawed...
so, I came to realization last night that it's been a long time since I cuddled or was cuddled back. Sadness. Means I may have to go out and be social. And that is what the alcohol is for.
I read a little ditty (read, tiny tale) by a great Sufi, Sheikh Muzaffer today:
A dervish had been walking for weeks and finally come to the foot of a mountain. He raised his hands and prayed, "Oh Lord, please send me a donkey to help me up this mountain."
Just then, he heard the sound of braying, and found a small donkey entangled in the bushes. The dervish thanked God for the gift and was just about to get on the donkey when a bandit rose up.
The bandit said, "Aha, a dervish. I never liked dervishes! Here you are, a big man about to ride a little donkey. Better that the donkey should ride you than you ride the donkey. Yes, that's it! Pick up the donkey and put in on your back."
The dervish looked at the long-winded bandit in dismay, "Pick up the donkey?"
El bandito grabbed his scimitar. "I said pick it up and put it on you back!"
The dervish complied; and the bandit growled. "Now, carry that donkey up the mountian!"
The dervish walked up the mountain with the donkey on his back. Finally, the poor, exhausted dervish reached the summit. He set the donkey down and addressed God. "Lord, I know the You see everything and that You know everything. But sometimes You get it backward!"
You may discuss this amongst your selves
I want to add Jewish girls to my list of obsessions. I apoligize whole-heartedly for leaving them out. It was an over sight on my part. A thousand pardons.
Still got stories up for grabs and new ones being started and finished everyday... anybody besides those already reading them interested? Yes, I will write like I have an audience of 20. Pathetic, isn't it?
Here is a pirate:
The above was a distraction...
Since Sophie has a theme today, I thought I would copy her and make my theme (drum roll, please) Light.
Now, I have no pretty pictures of light to post since y'all are using it to see at the moment... so there.
Today will be brilliant, Chico Science and Nacao Zumbi on the MP3 player, a bottle of vodka in my hand and yet another book on Ibn 'Arabi calling impatiently to me. I'll probably be on the internet all day...
back to the cave, cuz everybody in the cave gettin' tipsy...
i've been reading your stuff; more on that later.
xo
abra.