Potenials & Kinetics of Late
Sir, I Exist!
Even my mom blogs. She’s really disciplined about the whole thing. Who am I to be such a drag?! I’ve decided I’ll at least begin posting the things that I’m creating. I know it’s a bit of a disappointment to those of you who happen to know what my business is, but maybe some of that stuff will work its way in eventually.
To kick off my creative posting spree, today I bought my hot dog cart. I expect it to be delivered to my home on June 25th, in time for my crazy yard sale & craft fair - that I haven’t started planning yet…
The cart looks a little something like this. I guess I have to start my Sly Dog Red Hots blog next.
sometimes, when it’s saturday
it’s unbelievable. my body has committed mutiny against my mind. i find myself completely paralyzed and incapable of taking any of the extremely important actions my intellect has deemed necessary for my productivity and - i would say “happiness” if i hadn’t given up long ago on that particular noun and all of its adjective potential - such.
it’s hard to write about anything when you know so many irritating people are already writing about anything and everything and whatever meaningless slop comes between. i’m always tempted to write about vegetables, but never will i grace the internet with a comprehensive list of my CSA pick up. i will, however, be sure to let cyberspace know that my tomatoes were eaten right off of my porch by someone or something intent on destroying me. i watered them so faithfully. i gazed upon their red ripeness. i imagined their juicy consistency in many compromised positions - such as atop an egg, between sheets of ezekial bread, sliced/diced and cavorting with a jalapeno. all for naught.
funny how a familiar saying can suddenly spur utter and complete pain. all for naught. i knew you once, and loved you… while you pretended to be a human being. you disguised your metallic heart in such soft, un-muscled flesh. your motor oil is showing. i can almost see it coursing through your veins in all your beach pictures. you shouldn’t expose so much skin when that precious, semi-transparent commodity is holding your machinery at bay.
i made this while i was cooking salmon for dinner.
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today
today is much much later than the yesterday of tumblr. what i’ve been doing consists of
[1] quitting a job
[2] getting a lot of other jobs
[3] quitting some other jobs
[4] being under the earth
[5] alienating my friends
[6] getting obsessed with material things
what i’m doing right now consists of
a)thinking about music
b)playing music
c)filling my mind with things that aren’t other things
d)wishing these dogs would run away
e)wishing i would run away
f)wishing time was bigger or that i was bigger than time
melodrama is my middle name
you won’t find me
i miss you most when you’re not gone
when you’re a ghost stretched out on my lawn
watching the stars burn out of the sky
buring shining images all over my mind
you’re sparkling out loud
always standing out
i miss you most when you’re around
when you’re a ghost always making sounds
whistling a tune in my living room
or telling me you love me even though it’s way too soon
you look so beautiful
each night that i can’t see you
i miss you most when you’re not gone
when you’re a ghost disappearing in the sun
alone again
I’ll paint a portrait in shades of only blue and green
Because I’m looking at you through the lens of the sea
you’re at the bottom of waves crashing at my feet
When they finally scatter my bones, once again we’ll meet
I don’t miss you
Just because I can’t kiss you
The ocean’s not big enough
To keep you from my love
You left me
All alone
You won’t be
Coming home
So I’ll find you
In the deep blue
When all of my days are through
