The long nights have never been more lovely.
I revel in the new act of conversation.
These thoughts I ponder no longer require a lock and key.
Intervention haunts me no more.
Though my mouth is still struggling to form the words, the ideas swim and swirl, radiating outward.

Fear shows its face sometimes...tapping me on the shoulder...
whispering in my ear...speaking like thorns on a vine.
This bull will certainly not charge knowing there is a stinger lying in wait.


But he pushes his tongue to his teeth when he laughs...
And this, I can't resist.

There is a creature who provokes such desire in me that it's rediculous.

hopelessly waiting,
waiting for you.

I feel like a peeping tom,
as I watch him walk to work each day.

Apparently the combination of bloodletting, three extra-strength Tylenol and two bowlpacks make me feel like I'm under the influence of 8 Tylenol PMs.

I somehow just got my ass kicked.

The amazing energy in here leaves my head swimming.

Swimming, swimming, swimming...

Changes come

Is it weird that I don't really miss him?
I was 19 years old. That feels like eons ago to me now.

I tried on his life, his friends, his opinions.
You don't buy what doesn't fit you.

I hope he's ok, wherever he is...
but I've finally climbed out of the hole I had sunk into.

When people ask me how I'm doing now, I say fuckin' great.

Cyberethnicpharmacology

Upheavals and moving into a new place has left me little time for reading lately.

But I've decided to jump-start the fairly obsessive habit I have for devouring books in search of knowledge on the unknowable, by reading The Invisible Landscape by Terence and Dennis McKenna.

Seriously, someone once thought I needed an intervention...

Not that I needed convincing buying the book, but the quotes on it sold me.

"One of the most mind-boggling books I've ever read." - Jerry Garcia

"If only a fraction of McKenna's thought is true, he will some-day be regarded as the Copernicus of consciousness..." -The Village Voice

I agree.

Haunted

The reason for my mood.
She's been inside me.

Bloodlust

I need energy in the tune of a beating heart.
I'm bleeding heavily and struggling to remain intact.
It's difficult to ask so I remain silent.
Don't be surprised when you find me.