rope

there is a knot around my foot and i stumble forward
I am knot sure…So knot sure
safely under,
they missed my meaning.
I unroll it out for her and she blinks and claps hands.
look out for the wall, it chases up behind me.

I want to thank you from thousands!
I am in need and all corners are a blessing.
this testing time is not something I truly get.
I bet you think my mind is clear, but its because that is how I steer.
the static makes erratic the way the socks land.

I need another entry point.
I've locked myself out of normal and the keys are stuck outside
its like ogres around here, onion layers.

i need new glasses to see new callings. what is old is ending.

I've spent all day cutting wire,
but now wire is all i think of…

oh…help me…i'm failing.

broken

I made a promise
and I'm breaking it.

it is broken and I am along with it.
but there is freedom in this new start.
I should go to bed…
get a good start on this new day.

eat some chocolate and rejoice
my voice has risen with new tonal qualities!
I make attempts to walk under these bridges
with out expectations

all of this has already fallen
and none of it is mine to morn
you have done such great work before me!
Bring me to the place where I can add to your work!

Half And

Half an hour and 5...into the end I go.

There is joy and dread at that joy.

Embracing the change, I think I want to pin it down.

I'm contradiction incarnate.

It's about me

And I don't know how to permits that...

It's a very nice scarf you have there, can I borrow it for a halusinagenic purposes?

8 and a wealth to flow, I see we have failed at this

Poor Andre.  Not the rich one with wife, the poor one with disappointing students.  Door knobs are great, but this fool sits and grits with out end!  Craving the best as I've been told to do...

I'm eaten and my tracks filter out the trace elements. 

Can I spine out this benefit? Can I crank up this wood splitting volume?

Come wind! Come blow through flaws until erosion has forgotten they were.  Bundle and ball

It's going to get clear down here today...we need you alone oh Great One!!!

Wall or say goodbye to Frankie

Is that a sequal? 

I'm on one side of the force field and I can see the storm on the other side. I am safe and well protected yet I am focused on the storm.  I am swept into swirling internally.  I am built to serve, to help, but I am barred from this hallway.  It is forbidden. 

And my words don't match my thoughts and those don't match my actions and all six winds are pulling me apart.

2 minus 7 is five for me! So I'll refocus and play a strong set into my ears.  I play this strong set out of my fears and cry out all of my tears so the sun can unfold that which remains hidden.  

Oh please unfold that which remains! I am thirsty for forward and glad to remain and enjoy this small part but this action unfolding is also enclosing on that which is to come...

Again I have no sleeves...

Walls

Not sure which way to 

Trying to build a wall but the earth keeps quaking.

Is the wall wrong or the place I'm trying to build it?

Either way a very big error is in the fix...

"Last lost lint" or "done but not done well enough alone"

That went well...though um

Yeah, I love this trust.  I'm ecstatic at the outcome of wait...

But I must not wait

Time is short though I stretch.      

It.           

Out.       

So sorry to back track but I can't wait.  I'm not...but....

What are you doing there?

With those laces?

You see I have these scissors and I'm getting snippy

The counter weights out pull gravity and terminal velocity and all nine reign deer put together.  

I'm trying to pull the beach closer but I don't have enough flight time.  Samantha used call forwarding to travel through time, but I'm not at that number.  I've only just learned my number and now I must learn to teach others what it is.  I've heard they have some kind of  vernacular for this, but I don't know it.  

What are you doing there?

With those faces?

You see I've got these thoughts and I've gotten snippy

but you take in stride

and abide in brotherly giving.  

Stop telling me confusing stories.  

I have demanded all but nothing but you have to stop.  No more posting cards. No more long threads wraping your hands.  No more wrapping hands through long threads.  My neck is mine and I'll do the turning thank you...but can you help advice me?

Formula for failure.

In truth I've given up. I've failed and I thank G-d for hitting replay every morning.  You are not so likely to see the cracks in my skin.

I ask one last thing, leave it on the window sill.

And never return for it. It's properly and delicately cadged...

My morning

I arrive early

The long lights have been closed all night.  Awakened into life at flick of finger and the tones return the favor. 

The initial "Plink" pulls the plug and

I'm washed in wistful wind.

Electric current curves with the copper and they lean in line to light up!

Random fluorescent bulb warm up

each flash with it own tonal quality...

And me

              without time or words to adequately capture the symphony!

2

Laziness disguised as determination, but today I burry the bodies. Today I return with cleaner hands. Hitting the round from point to point...I seek out this wrenching, this seperation of self from self. There is only one truth

And I crave it's revelation! Where does the curve of my wrist fit best to move this mountain? This is my place

I've bucked off the banks of this thin trail, but I'm ready for smooth and central...well central at least. 

Is anything really smooth?

slow motion

I've run out of ground.
cling to the side glass like water droplets,
if I move or grow I fall.
 Sit and smile and support...

as the wind whisks me away

One

I am unbroken from you and you can not damage me. Fear not because I am out of harms reach! There are no egg shells on which to think. Step strong, there's no sand in which to sink. 

It is the pause that stings, the over courteous. This is not a point of "I'm so strong." Nor to say "pain is not real"

But I'm already broken dear.

The pieces don't get smaller.

Recovery

The seat belt worked.

I live to love

Another day  ;-)

obstacle

"I am not standing in your way, I'm directing you to a better one"

crash course

locking the seat belt in place
My eyes burn from the smoke
I can feel the flames hunger hunting me and mine
sounds of rubble interfere...disrupt

I lock into place having engaged full tension.
the pressure needed to brake free acceded.
the question is survival

all input indicates minimal chances.
dread pulls at my resolve, but the fail safe is already set in motion.
the clock ticks and spills will commence
(that is what fail safes are for.)

an arrows course but still I must drive it
 timing and word placement are key in this surrender
evidence mounts obstacles I know I can't avoid
so I plotted through...


will you count with me?

Competition

You see, it's because I don't compete... There is only going to be one out come.  I try, I put my heart in it. I want to get to the end, but in that I also know I may not arrive at the outcome I'm working for.  But getting MY outcome is less important than getting THE out come. 

Having taken off the pressure I find fun to be a worth while motivator.

This frustrates the plans of others as I goof off and run and play.  I'm truly not trying to take center stage. I am regularly placed there but I can survive with out it.  

I can help you sir: I can help you with more than you know... 

Ouch

I never want to live anywhere other than Jerusalem, but standing here right now is odd. There is no place I'd rather work than in this building:

Flux

There was a fluctuation in the lighting.  A blink of sorts that lead to the very end.  I am locked to this path and very happy to see the end. The itinerary says a wealth of heart ache  awaits, and I fear it not.  I am infact excited because I know beyond this a forest awaits! Not the wood between the worlds ( Evan has only begun to replant after the fire)

But  tree of even stronger roots! Roots are the focus...let the ring out ripple itself into tidal wave of sound

All praising Glory to Him who deserves it!  

I'm a failure, yes.  We need seeds to flow like a river.

A silo with a fountain and erupting force...

Blink the note and eat from the flower

Gifts have been given.

Twirling feet

Twirling feet and it makes little to no sense for an outcome.  Is sleeping in short supl-I need that...

Roaming changes be dropped

I out and free, yet I chose a measure if foolishness!

Mixing with heat

white shirt eating chocolate pudding

When did I slant danger?

This speech pending...eating away at the inside.

Shell and auto correct.  

Star

The sight of those points struck joy upon my heart. I faint to see such departure of blood from blood, but can not live with out locating next to the city I love.  What might happen if I face a roaming charge? I see no substitute.  I am blinded and have now desire to see.  

Jet engines rattle beneath me and I am at ease because I am returning home! Electric engines whine as positions shift into flight readiness.

Tar mac to seat...this joy surpassed only by what is coming

Smiles 

Ummmmmmmmmmm

This titanic racing to an end point.  But mine is knowingly aimed.  I aim to sink this boat. I aim to crash this well built hulk of a construct.  I aim to take it down and dismantle via destruction.  

Pointing to a violent end. Fire and twisted metal, I have crossed into the country of crazy.  Craving such an end, and lost in longing to lament.  Can I unsee this eventuality?  Can I pause the pace, please? Wait is that a true desire?  I cast it out in truth.  I see the gore and greatly grieve the horror, but a needed ground zero for building a future.

But here is the gnarly fact, had the titanic aimed...it would not have sunk.

Hair

Can you check my shape?

I need help knowing how the whole thing fits together. 

This is the pose I'm faced with, as bright shining glare takes my feet out from under...

Inside out, I'm dried and drowning.

Pressed into rest, I can't quite see the glasses at nose tip. 

I could do with more but not with less. How does one run at this gate? Lightning of a greenish hue

What was

There has been a change of what can't be. And I am at a loss 

As I am always loosing this is nothing new.

You'll note that it tends to be a you and me type conversation, I just can't brake free

Couldn't 

Brake

Free

Ask

You silly 

hit the sign  as it comes up to hand.

Shift your footing and dance through the saw and spelling.  They are just tricks of the trade.  What awaits is a clear view of the next cloud, so no need to brake neck speed.  Corners ride your edge roughing your smooth. It's normal     

                            and lovely.

Paint runs out and we center in on the benefit of burnt sticks.  Missing the Georgia clay, it's okay.  I need 3D any way so shade

shade away...

a morn

Tortured morning turned silly. 

Making every one weak.

Run aground of immovable land mass.  Those pieces falling out.

Turning up makes for an out come 

             unexpected?

We shall see how to out run.

Those that scamper trailing behind with strings...all those strings shot forward.

To entangle

I shall run them through and snaps be as they may. They maybe sharply letting.  

So be it

Timing

Never on set target

Always falling into the last most unpleasant moment and the film from over head runs into a larger issue of runny noses.  Can we awaken at 6 for the purchase of milk? All say no to that. 

You'd say no to that, while she'd say know to that.  

Running out of options I turn to the left...

Not the opposite of right, but all that is

Don't I see what is going on?

Paypal!!!

That Paypal button really works!  This is SO cool!

This is not a request for funds, I'm just happy I am able to receive this way should people have the desire to donate.  hehe

I don't know your lyrics...

Out and out.

As always and once again

I gesture upward.  As all is found faithful.  He thinks that there is a breaking in such truth but sadly so.  The truth follows and flows inside the water we drink.  Our food fights the false we so frequently choose.  Temporary victory, this is something from which we all suffer.

Truth rules outside of time. It comes up from being buried.  It flys from our chains (and cuffs). It has no master though seeks to serve.

As do I. May I serve truth.

Bits are right

Yes, that is right.these bits they should be here.  They should be running the course and fitting in the right time. Unless on the sided thought.

Bits are left.

large amounts

Time has battled me away from the words.
A refreshing reminder has brought out the truth.

I listen with intent to have more played.
I have a need that is greater than my own silence,
and my own silence is quite strong.

I did so much in the piece by piece, I have lost the whole.
Lost in the maze of a plodding path,
I look up for guiding signs.  There is light that loves to lead.
and that to a place of great joy!
I believe I am rolling down that hill, with a will!

Grand

This grand failure at every step. Is there right in me?

And abused they anker  with wedge in the way.  Perpetually pushed and put off, it's done-ness deliberately delayed.  

It's finding the out...

it's finding out the how and why...

It's the finding it all in my eye...

These weighty troughs be thrown!

I'll serve and conquer the minions in my path!

umm.....WOW

Yesterday was my first Shabbat back in The Land.  It was SO good.
The cool evening breeze. My new family of friends.
To see people.

My heart in two as my blood flows into this land
                                                                       and fed from across the sea.

a tangle of snarl as I unpack to repack
timing short
as I'm away in a few and then back by seven.
A grand day for sisters.

other clarity sharps through as a bell.
I am solid and the frequency moves through me at full speed.
Where is Samuel to decode the rhythm of news and placement?
.. / .-.. --- ...- .

and break from it
Without question the freest I have ever been

Time shrt

Back in Chi Town for an airport stay. 

On the way to my homeland. 

Over ocean and sea,

Oh how I miss thee.

..on both ends of land

full

I wait for the full sign to press forward with the box filling

heart ache as I want my feet to fly from gravel to cloud

I awake to see i've not touched ground in weeks
the cloud is all I have.

weeks away from return I ache to turn upward then down ward

I twist further to increase the tension and spin fast in untwisting.
catch to release. draining place

full time reached?
it's more life and the counting has already begun.
we shall see the out play, but I should think that this unraveling
is revealing in the positive.

And a post

Both here and there is a strange time to eat this blueberry!  

Boxes run down my arm in juice tracks. 

Eaten food takes its time, and this statement runs my heart aground!

Nots

Torn up and in nots

           My mind has an ache in return. Looping over and over

High line run through the low lands, these filters tamper the eventuality.

What will be said what could be said.  These words to come from my mouth...and worlds to come from my pen?

It is unseen because the passive has to little thrust to make a difference.  Please take out this cancer! It is either one side or the other and I have no scalpel and I have no method of removal. 

Ring bell, call help, and beat out this rhythm. But let it be done with all the joy and finality of the best end results!

Goofy

Grin

And oldies play as I wait on a CHKN sandwich with less chrif.  Just my style to be self contradicting for the purpose detailed expression.  The nuance is just that...and worth while.

Goal in bag

Sap

I am a sappy romantic type...

I need help. Please pray for me ;)

(Will be available for calls tomorrow evening, but then I fly!)

Yes

I will continue to walk though these doors that are opening. Is it likely that i see with eyes greater than mine? That my heart feels things greater than I am thinking?

I sit on my legs to keep from running.  How do I answer if asked?

This jumping rattles my viewing! My bones return from this pool and I battle the lengths of imagination.  A war I need not acknowledge soaks my resources. 

Forgive me for feeding this fear. Empower me to break my heart for you in new and different ways! 

i was told

the call came later than now.
and while it was stated as certain,
I have doubts.
I'm trying not to let them become fears.

i have a bag of fruit.
It makes all these claims and there is change.
not just the pocket kind.

what has happened to my hands?
they ache in mocking mirror images.
given the chance I'd ask one question...

AAACCCKKKK

I have so much to do!!! I'm trying to sleep, but its not working....


resurgence

wring

funny how the sound of a feeling can twist at a corner and rupture

baking in the sun and the slight flavor escapes the out right knowledge of this reckless path.  He has a will to wrap the ending with gold.  residue, aroma, not light blue, but white blue.

not bitter and fire proof  yet weeping with her to see justice

and grow

No change of depth...

Don't initiate answers nobody asked for: running everywhere not knowing extra levels.

174

The 174 into M'ale Adomim is quite full today.  And the looks from the passengers...Wow!

Flagships

kinda gettin tired of flagships getting in the way of friends ships...
I have no navy, why attack?

Really?

Why did you tell me that?

Was it relevant? 

To what degree do you want to continue?

(And that is me with all resistance to continue)

A trickle of trail

Slight and bli coakh...

Oy hitstrafti! 

Killer

This jam grinds out the peace.  A sugary joyful rot.  Can I truly think this to continue? This syrup river. 

I'm bowled by the blatant. Stuck with stink of stained heart.  I'm all for this run as long as there is space with out "I"

Avoid plan to ruin.

And what

Was that a t or an r?  Intention claims t but the proofread... Swings r.  To what end are clams going to rule life itself.  Slide from the cuffs of binding in unnatural ways. Boundaries of good architecture are a valuable thing, but twisted lifeless restrictions are sickening and syphoning the water from the center  roll forward in this ! You are love as you read this even now and form this point further, still loved.  ;). 

Yup, even now...

beying today

because awesome does wonders on light fingers.

marching

down the pole
from rank to rank
sliding into places of joint disillusionment.

all across the world we have these pockets


they run deep in these parts and my heart is over callused.

prying fingers eat away at my intention to be forth coming

dig out and dig up

Maybe

I think you made it half way! 

Keep at it because I'm selfish...

It's time this prince falls into branches.

He fights with fasting, and is fast at fighting.  Eat the labor of your fruit. 

It is well earned! ;)

sneaky

oh you little
how can
again with the place you find that
run out  of
as in no more
cause of usage to be ending
how to eat the right amount
wood chips at the smallest point
that is wood at its smallest point
and then chips also at smallest point

to be placed as food source for my tomatoes.
and to be placed as problems for my dearest


smallest point in time filters into every hour
and open wounds go from red to white
I blinked
but the rewrite get sleepy because the stakes are over done and dry
I only wanted pizza any way.
"No, not the Romans again!"

nope, not them...

Back talk...

Lets get this strait,

I'm hiding from you.

Always have been.

Because I am scared of what will pain be?

Trickles run down into the classes

Drums compete for attention 

                                             Put pockets with another's belongings on my panels.

A floating sentence

A floating entrance. 

And the cheerleaders take from salt.

Home work undone and weight over placed

Sharp and dull all at the same period

There are a myriad of other things to do at this moment...

And I cool with poison water trickle sounds and a confusing bridge between these images all at once and separately.  

Ill leave that to Dimitri to sort.

And the wings

The wings are falling ...

Out of case?

No stick to curve.

Run smooth on things to say out loud.

Beat a path to he door mat

My steady falters.

Steps numbering in the ones!

The weight of which drags the common speech far out of range.

I menu this stringy tension.  Feast on the transition 

From nothing into nothing with strength!

My legs they are breaking and every step is like I am floating hire.

I do not know how I am standing if not form above.  

Every night  the crumple rushes the inner ear.

Brain waves war with each other

But bottom out in the break of day.

This sixth is advantageous the next less so, but I'd wager. 

And that's the up shot.  The always running joke. The marathon killer...913.5 and rolling.

Don't cry form me mathematician...the truth is ill never quite know which way is in.  

face

there was a shift in my face and I can not tell why and or from where.

pictures move in a rounding pattern

I'm not here to be a thorn

19 and 99 reminded the violin of another time

maybe we can draw smiles from the paint of raspberry finger tips.

pulled with uncontrolled joy and ankle pulsing with maybes

I'll swing toward the place of collapse in laughter!

one week away from a dinner date

two from a side step, then onward and upward!

selfish me

You broke this again!
yes I am outside and with a small window
but you, you are in the room!
why are you slamming doors?
Why let doors be slammed?
my feet rush make trips
and face palm or face plant
           (either works for my end purposes)

but you
and those that think around you
I shall endeavor that the unsaid be brought to surface.
so you can unroot from this flower pot,
but you must see that all the soil around is good...
pick one in the staying sense
we can not take much more or the other....

Hunger

For fresh gravel underfoot.

New pattern, pounding out niche like highways. Arteries slugging away at the future. Hat store walls up.  Kids place grows and we see it all adds up to a fiery red. 

Only minutes to go and doors are locked in an open possession...

rarity

this

in truth I sometimes feel this will happen...
that I spend so much time dancing with the dream and when it becomes real I will be blind to it.

But this video does not make me sad, please don't get this wrong.  Don't pity my place or time.  I am right where I need to be.  This is actually encouraging because I know I will not be like this man.

I love dancing
and I may pause in shock,
but I will find the beat.

I will continue to dance.

;-)

Picnic

Well done and fed up!  That is to say, fed well.  Tour groups chowing through the bits, trying to make it far enough.  Trying to make up for lost time...thousands of years. A patch was placed and it looks like the joy will round out!  We are trying to make up and we are getting closer.  They are getting closer.

Base

With rhythmic shift, the inward parts come to the call.

Late in hour and over in time, I plug forward.  The mistakes cause such joy!

Even in my lowest peaks, it's no valley. 

Sweater clad we cling to the idea that the sun has warmth.  

It shall rise when the timing is right a d while it would work faster to sleep it off, as I said, I'm plugging.  

Taking off my watch I land in a land of fairy tails.  

I don't wear a watch.

And I'm glad from it!

Tv

Unexpected joy, when I was watching aTV show called TOUCH.  Many parts of the show take place all over the world.  Iraq was one of those places in the first few episodes.  So it was no surprise in a later episode to see an Arab girl in the opening scenes.  What did shock me was later on when she began to speak and my understanding of what she said matched the translation on the bottom of the screen. 

She was Palestinian. 

She was speaking Hebrew.

I understood it.

Tiny bit

Round and hitting 

The time runs out into the best find!

gap time

drop move
hitting walls in a way that can't be seen.
falling under and behind


rumbles from the nearby unknown
days away from muddy waters
and I plan out the clouding
there is a current...so the sweeping...

dry faced and ready on a forty count
'cause the cows always come home
at their own pace.

Wow

The turn is heavy and weighty.
I feel like it is time to pint up!
What joy at the running of the Bens!
Cat around the corner and with me is a nest

Or is that a yes that I am the boss of
Parts fall away and this is good to melt into. Prune the pre fruit. It increase the end harvest of the future.

rewind

I'm crushing
                      the blues.
of the sequence granted, I'd make lines and I think that
Lines can cut at our souls

I want to uncast bits
but past the moments of folly i see
the banjo drives and lilting beauty lurks

we swipe off the plate to make all anew.

It is clean under my soap soaked nails.
it is nailed under my soaked clean soap.

timing is all but wrapped and I send an sms
(because this txt thing was another life)
the returns are as expected
and the smiles are also as expected
the coming away is always

yet not always happy...

Round 2

Outros and outfox the place we see
Fling that yellow into blue
I need that orange
Warm turns cool quickly but in this weather we see it sticks unconditionally.
R maybe even with purpose!
Check the surface of what was just done


Taffy kills
;)

redefine

I made it up from brown water and the world wants to unfilter it.
What is done is done.
I am sure that surety has past by.
rapid feet from this point?
lack of trust in this quicksand?
No I trust it all to much! ;)
great progress made and training only steps away.

time to unravel.

thick

thick with false hood
I craved the corn syrup
It's that old story of sugar and shadow
It is more than a city
it is not random partings


It is melody of structure
a whisper to lean on
this knowing the distance
flakes kept at it
Providence is upside down because I'm backwards
there is no matching up along the way
it is a singular path
and joyfully so

come along is my new cry
you can bring your bike
don't cut the corner
think for yourself

Ive begun to drift, but the route is quite clear.
In the morning I'll wake up and make a salad.

Wake up

Draga, open your eyes.
The sky's the limit.
I'm chained and weighed down.
Slow to start and the timing is approaching.
Unmatching bringing in a second half to a sequel in four parts.

The missing part is that the math runs deep. I am steeply inclined to find patterns in the sand.
I must stand out in old ways.
This completes the circle.
The unknown, winding down.
Finding ground.
Cleaning the floor...
for future use.

Falling slowly

Past the third, I have.
I see the run and have no power.
High drama and over pressured, my wings
Whimper.
Flu like symptoms for the almost never.
Bay all pay, I run the risk.
(And thank you for caring)

Highest numbers with less than news

What will be at break of day is a whole new wait
To state a fact
My accounts been hacked.

lies of the ruiner

I do not create
I am not the man to make things from nothing
you think me magic but I am the ruiner

I do not create
I depend on the waste of others
you expect miracles from my dirty hands

I do not create
I fall short of every goal no matter how close
you praise and beg with eyes, out weighing my feet.

I do not create
I run from all my self assumed pressures
you unendingly seek to smile from my closeness

I do not create
                        (because I can't)
I ruin beautifully
                        (because I can)
you show me the mirror
                         (and the source of these words)




You create
You are faithful in all things






I am made in your image

Mew

Over and again a clean line of falling wreckage. Run out of pencil lead as I give it with out intention.

Zip slip make to wonder the length of her foot steps. Can the chop of hand held make for worth while spoilage.

Heavy lengths fight for my eyesight. Slant to much.

I could see

The banners undone. Tattered with picture perfect searching my face for signs. A little pink runs across the street. Well beaten path of the flat and wide. I'm in for the narrow rock ridden route.

Makes for stronger toes. My woes melt in the heat of love.
And I'm sweating.

Once more

Once more up the hill.
Undone that which could have been.
So much over done as to be joyous!
Rolling along now as dry cleaned seats test positive.


It's the third by the way. It's the third. ;)

How can we can?

שוב ושוב
Little gaps of time all wrap up into a place that I can see works out.
What I do not see is much greater and the pause is laced with weight. What times I see that bring back better results, I relish in.
They're rare.
She's fair and we scare at her fare.
תתעורר!
Blocks for children is one thing and the next is all but over. Unveil the reveal. Stay in one place long enough to blur the sediment away. And fetch joy into focus with force.
I have no why's but I can slow enough to brake the bank, bringing the result of windfall.
And for your attention , I thank thee.

Hair cut

Sure thing, I'll have a fantastic day! :D I Love when the blur dies down and clarity

runs

rampant
;)

Head covering

As expected, delays occur.
Delays in the things we want, need, or expect.
Yet there is a turn around. There is a day that comes with a promise fulfilled.
Externally dirty from over exposure, but the remedy is here. It's been prepared and waiting to arrive on this day.

What a day

Party last night in J-town. This morning off to TA and a whole day of party! So happy to be able to mobile post here now. I can spend the night here with out missing a post!!!

Yay

There, "did" my taxes!





Can you stay extension? ;)

Oops

I haven't done my taxes yet...

New found

Time to prep
No task yet
where oh where has the option gone?
Tack and reform. Bonds to strong so we gather critical mass. And the next challenge is to thaw the ice cube
Without it breaking
Ultra thin and protected from proper shift
Yellow pants is the ploy
Can the milk be soured?
I think not.
And neither should you...

And another test

To come with corners is trickery.
Subterfuge to walk around.
I've found it sticks to my shoes (with abundance!)
I lose as they point and pull in plural.
Squirrel speed in assertion, I'm left drawn and quarter.
'Tis shorter to be round at the on set. I've bet all my eggs on one basket, that I can't hack it.
I'm quite sure I will falter. So sink this brick,

back in the water.

Typing

It is so much harder on my phone but that is the best time for me to post here and I am going to be doing one of those really long without pause types of posts so feel free to skip this one unless you want to gain some real insight into the me you have yet to meet

Fleet foxes makes me think of the curl at the of...wait how is it that anyone reading this has a me yet to meet? Or the other way around. I have to birthday wish my loved one and I am so hugless right now that this banjo makes me cry with fellow sons. And there is the bomb...o Draga! Only this slight tip of my head and I'm retching with oceans held at bay. All these helpful holds but not one of them lets go so the burst is eminent.
That case having unexpectedly arrived it is the tool under the seem in that hidden pocket that could save the day. If only he would give access. What have I done to push out with such strength. I want to own it all, I'm so greedy.

Fingers split for the earphone jack as I tip tap on the protective covering that helps me save my screen. I have made a ploy to stop asking questions and bull forward with these small internal moments. This week we see that my talent for unwrapping has put time and distance in the way. Though it has nothing to do with this week, or my talent, or the time, or the distance. The way is blocked. As much as there is a way, it is blocked.
Dirt balls in my pocket? Contradictions are the

And training takes over and I must go with it and I'm so sorry to leave you all behind, but the time has come and all this is English second now. I think I will use in google translate disposable. Funny very.

בקר טוב

קיבלתי 77! שמעתי שזה מספר טוב!

Running

Sound!!!
It's like I'm learning to paint. Broad strokes and not rinsing the brushes. And with a renewed newness in purpose.

Every turn in the page like over running a field...I mean a field overrun with those pretty red splotches

איזה כף!!!

New app

I'm learning how this works with the new phone...and I'm marching in to hit the curve and blow it out of per portion!
Style wise ill miss the spacing.

I lost my pad

A true loss

so it is

a matter of trying
to go further
set free by potato chips

smashed and bent funny
feet smell over worked
over worked feet smell
the under hand is a wrapper crinkle
door mumbles are a norm
survivable
though the other finds quite a hardship for raw nerves
I see little to no understanding, but I am also not looking hard.


a do-si-do mid street...
I could write a book about her...

a day

to be given the all clear at long last
this time to date has been far from fast
and the hang nails and blistered heals made for this day to come.

I tell the world there is weight to what goes unsaid.
Spekulate till the cows come home
but make sure the cows are not counted on for food
because they may not march to the death.

soundtrack becoming erratic and archaic in nature.
reruns eat ont the wooden nature of structured progress.

I've cut out the feet of this distance...
Speaking of distance I am so glad to have been gifted with it!
What a time and place to be!
What buildings to see!

rugslip and run into the place to be, but that is the nature of why...
keeping my eye on the notion to find the right shoe lace.

it all fits together with this blue scarf and Miss Uplate can rest that I've no offense to weigh.

Because I know that one more is one the way...

I can say this!
This is worth it.
Yet she is so far gone, I weep to listen.
Her image is more than two dimensions, but she's been fooled.

There is treasure, and so much, just at the surface.
and worth it all!
She is not angry and this give me joy.

that a boy, that a boy

and with

those rounds done we peek in the peak.
I pack rice translates as comedy.

I see that phrase of notes lingering in the atmosphere.

to much sugar softens the soles of my feat.
you can sea that that ran
these hand clappings sound like leaves.
departures

I need the sway to know
I need the way to snow
I seed the nay to now
they've grown...
glowing green in the craned camera angle
...they've grown

So now

leg hurts
must go  to park
delivery time
With audio holding


This lasting roundness
curb at every corner, at every corner.
the hunt is long since past
I'm outside the party,where my best work gets done
where the work I'm most proud of gets done.
due to measured results.
(the inside is bigger than the outside)


I am wrong, though I strive not to be such.

Fallen

I have fallen and that behind.  I seems to me that there is no recovery but that is very much a wrong way reminder
to find her I must look yet my eyes are shut tight
no light can make it through and I am happy to be
yet is this a set up? have a hobbled my own advance?
can any of this translate to a place of true being?
I ask many questions.
and I choose to make them statements.
the change is well respected and liked!

What a day

Ahead of me is a near marathon of new territory.  What a strange and wonderful place I have been brought to!

from TA

Here I am, almost lots after the time.
I did the parts and had hyper focus on few.
what is tomorrow to hold?
4-6 working weak, but...
you see that going is the right way.
and the way is the right end!

point making is well intertwined.
the network runs under the doors
and then over the window.
So you can see what it is...
It is time. and that unraveled!

sit back and ride out the enjoyable evening ;)

so

This is the time for hitting out past my bound
That Russian girl has a boyfriend, so my class mates can back away...
It is all that is being pushed of these last few times.
and I think these parades are weighing on my feet.
my oh so heavy feet.

so you asked me of my family
so I'll tell you

Why am I so afraid of speech at times.
these times are like smoldering baked goods
the roof of my mouth is burning
and I force consumption.


where is the place I can be intentionally forthcoming?
oh, I see...its forthcoming

pope-ing around

I was 2 degrees away from the last Pope...just found out it is still true!

the Germans

They came a hunting for some absurdist poetry and found this blog
I was raided in historic ways
(not just todays)
We'll see as the wind takes a good solid look
the crumble hits the flooring

my feet slide down upon my hands and we flint out.
no fires fit inside my pockets so we'll have to eat it fresh
apples need no grilling anyway

so this will be the time found
under rocks and socks
and soon to be moved in whole

the map is showing red shirts
and the hands are shaking.

numbers

A pure numbers game is easy to fake
 but I respect you more than that.
I'll shield you from this form.
I'm far to edged in expectation.

and it is the look
that look of the gifted.
the face of the one receiving...caries...
currents further down stream.
it takes me further away and now we have context to prove it.

I'm off to a beach zone for the enjoyment of what we will find in the sand
and out of the sand.  This is my hand put to plastic of thin and inkable nature.

I thank you all
for the time spent and I wish for faces so i could read what you see here.

taste

the closeness is cornered and all the way across
no hope for that help, so we'll see how spaced we become.

I see spice as well as fouls peppered along the growth pattern
At what point will the flood gates break?
Am I able to eat much more?

While I am ravenous for the next
I need time to floss out these new threads
and thread out these old ways

like a always there old weed
we need to filter out these soup like failings
and thats our time
have some girl scout cookies and a glass of bovine mammary secretions.

(did that ruin it for you?)

moving

I'm almost done moving to a new apartment

what freedom this will bring!  New season!

There are

A new found freedom
even the smallest of lies can start a downward spiral
concrete blocks break in the expanding ripple effect.

No coping with your harsh placement.  My skin burns.
ears fall from enjoyment and distance is what we come to
Nor do we find it likely that this string will hold...
soup cans are substandard

Like a child running his tiny mouth
your legs hit coffee tables and glass shatters.

With boots of substance, I march my things down the stairs.

pinker

Because the movement of the red out

many months and my words hit a joyous pitch because

well

I follow through.  I am not the one that does all things but I am joyous to do some!  Still fighting to the degree, but side ways reminders inch me more-ward.

I'm looking for that perfect two hour minute to fill with short seconds of snips.
the blessings fall as requested
and beaming
I sleep

first

I have not posted here all month!

So sorry, for the horrible pun that is...

We'll hit this up in a better way when the home work gets done.

the flights seem to be made on time with early arrivals and such.
the cards play out
and I am joyous to see joy play across your face...

middle

right here in the middle of where I need to be
and what seems to be a land mass shifting around me...

Such pause given in return for a gift.
and this one week after joy and smiles at the prospect.
While I have freedom and joy
something is sinking
but is it a feeling or a settling?

This will be seen soon as we find out if the fast was as fussed as he made it.

speaking of fast:
This other, so slow, must end!  And I am out of the way in minutes.
(It's my skill) and oh so joyous to have a corner whole where I can begin to build a better bag.

(and it seems the tools will be left with me as I have been stuck out.)



(I love the cold)

Medical Clown?

So I have this job right...This job where I teach acting skills to children.  A woman called the school I work at and asked who taught the acting classes.  Why did she want to be in touch with the acting teacher?  Well it just so happens that she is a Medical Clown and...


I stopped listening and took the contact info.  I'll find out later....when my brain is calm enough to listen!

post title

is the text and OH how I have failed in so many many many many
running out of water
running out

the wood panel floor you see before you has a tendency to splinter, so I caution you to watch your step

and We'll poor into a place unhealthy for others...

---

I told him his story changed.  He resisted this truth because he wants to believe I was not told the whole story.  As though he made a statement those many months ago and I was merely miss reading it.  Yet when you factor in my questions of clarification, the result was exactly that, clarification.

Now the unraveling begins because I hold true to the picture given.  I see the difference between them and I highlight.  Nail grinding extraction of more answers as the struggle to save a measure of face makes manic his pace.  He rejects the chemo because his hair is falling out and I tell him this does not sway me.  I'd rather he be bald and alive.

---

And what of the other side of the coin? Well this was drawn out by myself with strong lead.  I've gone on walks of short destination.  I'm so satisfied and yet not sleeping.  Resisting the fight, I have flight in Faith.  I'll sideline out and bend the knee to see an outcome.  This makes me inactive in a world that honors action.  I ache deep in tow.  A drag coefficient almost a year long, but my knees are heavy and I'll lock them down.  I have no say in the greater plan so I'll act as the time suits.   Glory be unto the greater than me.

I...

I just don't feel like it today

:(

Ready to Share

I kissed her...

I'll wait for the noise to die down and then apologize for the misleading start to the statement.

...at the movie theater....

Will you please be quiet so I can finish the statement!

...on the back of the hand.  Ok and you are still thinking romantic aren't you?  Because you want the best for me and you want to see me happy and you think this would work out well.  Stop getting carried away and realize I'll share it when it happens.  So, if I have not shared, "it" has yet to happen.

There was meaning to this slight peck.  It was a thank you. You see, a group of us were watching a movie.  There was this part in the movie when the wife was getting undressed.  To protect me, she put her hand in front of my eyes.  Almost as a reflex I thanked her in this way.  She pulled back and my heart sunk for moment, only to float back soon after as her hand returned.  The scene was not over and she returned to follow through to the end.

Why does this story lift my heart?  Because she cares and she shared it in a way that was very clear to me.  I'm kind of deaf in these matters and it can be easy for me to forget.

Still convinced this story as romantic over tones?  The kiss was not what I was ready to share, it was my deafness.

the story

So the next post will be a story, or part of a story.  There will be more to the story.  It is merely a snap shot in the midst of a much longer narrative that may never come to light here, but it is a very clear part that is ready to be seen and maybe even heard, though that would be some other kind of feet.

Most of the time this blog is filled with the absurd as my posts have little grounding in strait line logical mental processes.  "and we always hit at the edge of my eye line"
You see what I mean?  These were the words that felt write to put down for me, but in what world can another person read them and truly believe there is a connection and then derive a meaning from what is written?  not to mention the mutating webs that form as I struggle to use another language.
So should you ever have questions, feel free to ask.  If I don't answer you, or you like the question that was asked and see that I did not answer it, please don't take offense.  More than likely you will get an answer though.  I warn you now, you may find the answers I give cause you to ask more questions, but those also will be revealing!  ;)

Happy reading every one!
and my newest readers in Romania, France and Ukraine!

What have I

Done and over
What have I done?

In the morning I run to put pen to paper
but the ink is stronger and cuts at another place.
How listening changes my eyeballs.

I long to catch a sight of them holing hands

with shielded eyes, he chose to write a short story
and bleed out what can be done.

the quiet of a babbling brook makes a promise to welcome him in
so there will be no need to hide and the open will be a new boundary of joy
joy unending.

...They are coming much faster these days.
I have to organize

I've been foolish and I reel at what comes next.

you see that time of rounding, it always comes at the completion
and sixty more seconds burns away at the center.
does hitting away rule out timely moments in time?
in what state shall I?

hacked to the bit
like a strait blade sharpened pencil
rockin out the intangible from previous experience

roller coaster again on a big international news day...

Grinding out the pieces from the wall enclosed

Grinding out the pieces from the wall enclosed
I've broken all my nails
and the power dries up

so I stick to drowning out the static with
a louder version of static that has more discernible drums.

 I am floored by the thought that one posting can appeal to handfuls.
I am appalled by the flooring that one thought can handle postfuls.
So I hope you see...I want you to see...
but only by asking,
and I have some questions that will time out in a few months

1.5 months

can it be that i sit on a couch with such knowledge in my head?
can a bring down my whole house? is that on my agenda?


I'll pass the test.  I diminish yet remain ever eastward.
may this bring you space and joy!

gold fools

That'd be me in the range of more than one tear.
I can't tell you the last time I went without water
because I drown almost every day
I guzzle

more than stream 'cause its close to flood of
Pizza place with another name
What does PUI mean? and guess what I had for chicken?
DINNER!

(remember the upside down nature of my unending stepping?)

It is in my nature to run the ground into place.  Maybe you need to have a place next to the other place.
to create some space.  Though I can do this for you in the here and now.  Long dead, I'll plan it out for you in the future...

















keep scrolling

























yeah yeah,
Keep at it...

























Done!
;-)

Hunting!

For a new place to live
(Who told
                 you this?)
I hunt in the passive
(Who told
                you this?)

The approach is only slightly more painful than the departure
due to anesthetic residue permeating the air.

I am, as always, upside down.  this is no problem
only in relating to the next step, because I descend
in order to reach a space higher.

(Who told
               you this?)

phone call!

Spoke with one of my best friends in the US.

deadlines

I got to be quite good at them.  Then I got busy and things started falling through cracks.

:(

a letter

I should not be doing this right now
I should be writing a letter,
 but you won't know that until later
('cause I'm singin' it later)
all to my self, I attack this honey rice and chain myself inside.

I am pulling out the roots in fear of the blessings to come.
Not that they are not weeds
These are facts we are not yet knowing
we can wait months for this type of confer

conversation brings out the the sparkle in my eyes
and why would that be?
a second foolish but the dishes got done.
HA!
What do you have to say about that!?

Can I finish my home work in time for the dance?
It will be a swinging time ;-)

ideas

I told a friend from Germany that I was doing a 365 and she asked me "What is that?"
I explained it and said I was not sure how I would fill each post. the idea for doing album reviews came up and I said it was likely I would only do that as a last resort...if I had no other idea what to do


The Oh Hellos released a great album recently!

Through the Deep Dark Valley
Driving rhythms
I love it!  great lyrics. makes me happy and want to dance!


mmm

Here we see part of the problem...I have no idea what to write.  I did this once for a band called Family Force 5.  I was really inspired by the vision the album cast in my head.  Writing was simple.  But with out the inspiration I have no idea what it is I need to start with.

maybe that is where I need to start!
It usually works for me this way.  I acknowledge that I do not know what to do and that is when I can see the start more clearly!

Maybe I'll write an entire post of how I listen to an album and my approach to loving music...inspiration!

This just in...

I clocked in and they have no work for me...
I logged off of FB for the week so this became my destination.  yesterday I had 3 minutes to write.  Today I have 3 hours!  though I am sure I'll get a few projects in the next three  hours...


mmm I'm going to post this and go do some sudoku.

maybe I'll be back and I can vent on the out of tune quality that permeates these walls...

3 minutes

...Till Midnight
thought by the other time clock I'm sure it is already the 10th for me it is still the 9th and by posting this tiny bit I'm just under the wire and doing well with an every day streak!

that will be all!

I knew it!

I knew when I started that there would be days like this one
;-)

Short on cure

week long wait until 

the roll 

and a building force flats out to promise a joyful joy in afternoons potential. 

the number hits top levels and the times claw at the floor above my head.

short, yes short is the reason, but you'll never know it from where I stand.

Short on cure

Oh Nuts!

Of all the kinds of bags

I bring the empty! tweet here and then there and erode his disillusion
"I'm so scared to be hurt" let me take this fear away and say:
It is all a matter of when it will round out so please walk in a way that makes you think you can.

slow steady pase car
I follow
can I tell you of this deadly eye infection and the forbidden antibiotics?
my path so strictly guarded and yet inclusive...

sense of smell

It is time for my departure for this aroma

propels

what is the time

thrown out and about till the young lady gains

 you should run, because all other options are fading and for a time...
(at what point will I see that words falling in darkness can't help?

Oh Never! It depends on the words you use!
May mine be the words that work!!!

5450

payment for services rendered
though mostly flow through round up plus 50
I am trying to keep my rational end out and about
but the inside needs to be...

I ought listen to more than myself and I long for the time that it will bounce
shielded strong so as to see the shell
auto pilot on the finger tip cause the audio is running first date
trips
failing round to the end
and little sisters come to this seeing joy runs the gambit
the best is in the book
but blows up out of it
I mean it flows up out of it

grab the paddle
and help me.

מה זאת אומרת?

"What does this mean?" and the circle goes round and round!
teacup folded into heart and the curious falls apart.

so the scroll un rolls
a story retold for yet another revolution
all the way around my center.
Shovel more שום
I can handle better this over that and you don't quite see how i feed you?
it's okay, you checked the coffee and the bee spit saved it all.
Why are me feet so stuck? Do you think I can bear it?
?מה זאת אומרת

feed back

I have not received any feed back outside of the number of hits I can see in my stats.  I posted a link to one of my posts on Face book and it was looked at by numerous people.  This is only because of the link.  Normally a get a few hits per post and that is all.  Yesterdays however rocked almost three times the norm.  was it that powerful?

It's not what you think.

You have broken me.

You have broken me and I do not want to be around you.
and yet still you call out to me.

With little regard for my discomfort you, smile.
You shine your beauty on my rainy day.
I am sunburned and you embrace me?
Why must your face be at every turn?
Why do you bring this flood of emotion?

You broke the dam and caused this flow to wipe me all away
I am swept from ground at your entrance.
THIS IS MY SPACE.  I need room to breath
and as I run
                     What do I smell?
You find a way for your aroma to infect the air.

There is no space of safety from you
your voice whispers me awake
your hand pulls me from sleep
your smell forces memory over dreams
your likeness, an obstacle to my rest
and in my diminished state
all I taste is bitterness.

Why? Why must i be so broken by you!?!

tube inserted

over flowing with home made
last of a second level and gunning for a third
foolish grin proves fears point and we are back down the drain.

not early nor late for a very important fate
ping and patch with time to see
just how giddy one can trip over and go unhurt, but

the feeding tube and flight search
and the whole thing, smiles
knees working over time and they push
and they bend and they work! and its is a blessing
a blessing to have the salted water and then

not need it.

foray

Hope turns on me.
A betrayal of sizable static

Increased particle counts
air flow well tunneled, but the overflow...
thick
          with
                   slow
                             ness
rosh b'kir
key yesh
kir b'rosh

How can so much go right
aval adayin I fight.

feet swept with joy
and dust dumped over head!

:)

ode palm

foolishness
                      and I push again into numbness
i have the wrong distance...
static of the loud and flashing anonymous.

broken down and seething
carove mookdahm

its all coming together but out is the order

of the day,yom tov

yom tov

distraction

highly distracted today, but I did not allow this to prevent me from praying.  Nor did it lower the quality of my day over all.



Mostly what it resulted in is a rather short and uneventful posting.  hehe

yumyums the 43rd

so some time passes and some things change and others do not
I've got some time and I count it large
yet the clock is always ticking
the beat sticking in my head because the day is come coming
for greater than me.  far greater than I.
there was another check in the greening of that map...
I am with sprained ankle and walking the distance.


only looking upwards

A cookie birthday surprise!  tomorrow I'll be baking up a surprise!

So I missed yesterday?  how did I manage that? oh yes It was a crazy day and with all the struggle, it was really quite a good day!  I made progress with my class, I caught up with a good friend, and made a leap forward in learning the sound board!  Got home and completely for got about any kind of posting here.  At least I went a full seven days before missing one.  I guess now the challenge is to go fourteen days?

I have noticed that by posting every day my stats have gone through the roof!  I wonder if monitzing would be a good idea?  I'll not do it for now, way to early, and I think a lot of the traffic is not people actually reading but clicking past.  I may generate more real readers in a month or so when I send out my one year update.  Then again I may wait to do so until May...

Time for a show and some sleep so the cookies can be made early tomorrow!

the turn around

Red letter and red shoes...
the pattern of those feet hitting the ground...
I am drawn with the rhythms of a beat I've not yet heard
and I'm shameless in my plan to beat
                                                            those
                                                                      rhythms
                                                                                    out.
check the swing in this door, look for backlash, and guard.

slipping on puddles of gibberish? take of your shoes and dry your feet!
hopscotch the twist and limbo the hurdle, because joy is a picture worth painting.

Whats that? one red shoe on one blue shoe off?  Yes we mix
because you don't need roots yet. not that way...
Flounder! Find your groove and skip out side it.
coming home feels so right, parting becomes worth it.

crossed

Thresh hold crossed and
                                and the filter is
                                                      is breaking down

So we see a reaching out happen that is unlike what we have seen in the past.  unlike what we are prepaired to deal with.  To what end is this wave to ravish the undisturbed country?  like a village...
and another sign  is word substitution "ci ani rotze///"

there is no cure or stopage for what is coming
I need for this to happen though I push for a fast pass, I see it as cold honey

sweet and slow

I need to know only what He would have me,  all others are with out place

Help me in this

the thresh hold has been crossed...

mind the gap

I have a short gap time between shifts right now.  so this will be all for the day but I am very excited to be at the cusp of completing the third week with no gaps in posting!  I think  one more day and that will do it.  I'll have jumped that hurdle in a 365 where one actually goes a whole week!
I guess that is what makes this different from other 365s in that it is not really all 365.

that make sense?

The 19th

I want to start something new...
This thing that is new is a prayer pattern.  Every month on the 19th I will have a special time of prayer. I will keep a log of who and what I pray for on this day and we'll see what happens.  So this will be a short post because I'm going to go pray,
bye

on and on

On beat and on target

I was wrong....about half.

trained on the quarter staff I will have to see what the corner brings
Can I be this well waited?  (can your eyes teach me more)

three languages fighting for place and the one that wins hurts the most
I was told I should go after what I want
and I think I should be very clear about that
because I agree....

I am craning at the hip to real in the last year
tie it to the next and make ribbony goodness with folded paper

I broadcast at the highest gain...little red knobs push past 11
crying out to heaven I pray the end is near for all that i fear crumbles into
my trashcan...that I made...from a box

just a few months away from a quality foreign language composition
just a few months away....

to much

time of cinematic run-ons.
two jars of two week  and then some cans to boot!

winds of why batter the hatches and her shoe strings
one after the other the corners rise into the sky
Smile so high the light peeks out from behind!

raised voices urge a lesser course
and the foolish run with intention

koo koo walks in the door and shotguns ring out
not real guns, more like trumpets or horns
seeds can go deep and lay dormant for years

and then comes a third layer!  how amusing  the pace is out matched
....in mediocer
time out of drain.  and around they go.

Go out from here and on up the hill...
take only what you can bring with you
snap shots flow from simple 1 2 3...

dross!

seeking out flaws as comfort?
not my flow
I see obstacles to over come and prayer to over come them,but am I blinded by my eyelids?
I'm caught in my own back lash and spinning out
stillness skips steps from my location and the woozy wins in a bout of muscle...


I have work to do...

I have to write a play....

yesterday's ten years

so ten minutes to make up for the other days lack...not happenin'

but this is getting posted, it's just not a make up for a lost day.  This brings our stats to one skip a week, but if i go the rest of the month with out then it will be down to twice a month...We'll see.
I'll be off to the neighbors if early Feb.  I need to get some work done so I can drive and all that.

boring boring
I can hear you snoring but I have given to much heart and must grow more to give.  I am threw and through ready for the fall. wasted away and sticking to one

one that will bring out the best in

"stop laughing, you'll wake the dead" once more this way was wrought.

There are things that people think are impossible...I can do some of them. ;-)

who-told you-this?

I am working now, but they are sending me any work so I am typing this out but realy I'm rspeaking it forst so that I will maintain my well practiced diction.  this means  I am not correcting any of the red marked spelling errors because i have to keep an eye on the work screen and I don't want to get to caught up in what it is that i am typing and or saying.  does that mean i will say things that i would normally not say?  I doubt it but you can keep reading to find out.  I do have a story i want to tell but it will have to wait until later because I need to think on other things  "I have many other things on which to think, whether to swim, or whether to sink"  I wrote that one day in college about a girl.  She got married about a year ago to a guy that is a little younger than her but because

of cultural bias it was presented as way younger rather than just a little.  I am not entirely sure what is going obn with work right now because of these long waits of tasks.  maybe they are not entierly pleased with my work?  I think theyd tell if that was the case but I do tend to think of a worst case scenario

and another moment....if the passiveagressive roommate continues to turn up the movie volume while i work i may have to move out soon.  really its getting rediculous...I'm sure he has no idea how disturbing he is to me and prayerfully i will be calm when i bring this to his attention directly after my shift is over, but when my volume goes up so i can mask the sound coming from his speakers it seems that his volume then goes up also...does he want me to be able to pay him rent?  If not I'll go ahead and quit my job (please forgive this ranting...it is mostly in jest and i'm no longer speaking out loud, though i am sure he would not hear me anyway...i'd hate to offend him and have him knock on the door just at the time a get a project and can't talk.)  oh gobbldy gook I'm tempted to start ranting on my last wednessday it was a rather glorious day and bookended with my brains worst casing it on saturday.  talk about cloud 9 fall to absolute death valley depths...but I could have redirected right?  NAW, to dence for that!  so who is it that will ask for the deets i can guess one phone call or feb visit  might make it this far, but honestly is any of this well written enough to keep any one engaged to keep going?  I have no idea.  Maybe they just want to


maybe they care that much?  how do you pronounce jake pavelka's last name?  this is getting ridiculous!!!  another project lost because there was no interview with this guy that had his name at the start!....i started this because i thought it would be a good distraction. but now i am bored with it and i still have 40 minutes left of what i will now refer to as "being on call" because I think i have not done anything quite so ridiculous that why when my typing is scramble in hand she may not like to know my heart and how give out such info with out being hurt by it the pics are not to have been so telling but those cyrilic questions were of a quality brand that tells me to walk egg shells because posting infer more than sillyness when added with shortness of helps shelf life.
that could be mined for some quality...we'll have to see after i settle things with the movie watcher...i'll get my rent tomorrow and then be done with this month...i need to switch because i want to check my balance online but I can't read hebrew so well


same article!!! still could not find out how to pronounce his name...i was thinking maybe i don't want them to see?  but how would they find? only 20 minutes....super.  i'll make this a one timer. and journalize if this ever happens again...so i'll go ahaed and post...the rest of my time i'll plot what to say to my loud movie watching roommate.  oh and

who told
you this?

stretch marks

i think I over did it...
I know I  over did it today...
these last few days.  All this fun
with the snow
I don't know but one truth and when ever I try to add
I'm sad to say, I've stumbled.  Let me look forward.
lay out this simple.


I don't think talking about it is going to help
so don't tell me to go when staying put is a well known mistake.
I'm going to break and thats okay
It is my way of bringing in the end, my friend...

Ethiopian food

I may have made a mistake....
It was only an afternoon but also

You broke the rule.  You approached the line with more speed than space to stop. only flinching on the brakes before the line.  and I let it stand as a second to what should have been held high and five.  I may be living unpleasant pauses, and my dreams may be running a savings scam with my own hemoglobin.

i'm in trouble and there is only one way out. like the mines,  I fear what was awakened in the deep.  I may not bridge the gap (cause I gap the bridge) but as long as the rest get through...

I think we stumble and while I crave balance, I can't seem to shake this jar wrapped around this banana.  I am a monkey.

using the time zone

as a cover.

thats right.  we got one on the verge with no need of a breeze
and one on the stout with dragging drudging slant.  that needs

seed

a new piece given
nu, peace taken?
freshly frozen coatings and business to attend
some room for learning...I turn on the light
and the walls don't end.
we've got hard times ahead
hard heads a time beyond end
'cause the cause internal
raises thoughts infernal
are you a fog yet?
because I feel like I've lived my life here...

Danger Snow Robinson!...Danger!

We have some crazy weather going on right now.  Unreal amounts of rain and wind is causing damage.  and tomorrow there may be snow!  While I have a measure of excitement at the idea of snow, snow weighs more.  After the ground has been loosened with days of rain, will any tree be able to stand the extra weight of the snow?  Should I have enough cancelations tomorrow, I'm sure to take some photos. I just have to figure out how to post them here...

carcass

Carcass lined streets.
Bitter wind ripping skin from bone.
Freezing rain coats mangled frames
                                                          and makes them glisten.
Jerusalem in winter...

umbrella cemetery.

step one

step one: fail with in a week
Done!

I missed a day.  I have work in about an hour and then I have to do my home work and eat.  Not sure I'll have a post worth writing up at that point.  sleep might come marching in.  We'll see but maybe that will be the only time I miss.  We'll see....

Before I forget...

I have to give many thanks to my friend and fellow blogger SuShi.  She has been a long time friend and  is one of the inspirations for this project.

A few months ago I found an e-mail from Pay-Pal in my inbox.  They said I had a donation.  I had to finish setting up the account, but I needed to do that anyway.  Now I did not put the donate button there thinking I was going to earn all kinds of money this way.  Not at all.  If anything it was decoration.  I saw that I could make a donate button and thought "why not?"

Well $20 later I was very happy to have it all set up for me to be able to receive should people feel the desire to give.  And $20 is about a months worth of Ben & Jerry's!  It is still the only donation I have received to date, but it came at such a crucial time where I needed the encouragement.  So thank you random $20 gift giver!

How....

how do you adjust the time setting?  I don't want to post according to Pacific standard time.

Quik start

And it is like this...I'm not sure of (anything?) what to write about, but I know it is better to have written.  So may be some bits will be about a guy named Evan Pikovavich, some may be links to cool music, and others may be one word minutes before the deadline for the sake of having done something.

We'll see.  I guess that is the only promise I can make here.  And it is challenge enough, knowing that it it really is a "WE" that will be watching.  Thank you for reading and please feel free to offer feed back. This is only a beginning...

ME...thats who!

Who starts a 365 project on the second of January?
Who starts 15 minutes before the first deadline?
Who is likely to break down a go for once a week in the middle?
Who defines middle as a few weeks from now?
Who spends zero time forming the boundaries of his 365 project?
Who likes to ask questions?
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?