you don't have to like me for who i am, but we'll see what you're made of by what you make of me.
1. the good.
2. the bad.
3. the ugly.
1. music theory exam,
star fever
They can not harm me
They can not harm me
They can only
burn out my eyes
beat my limbs
black and blue
legs cant run
hands cant play
face cant sing
cant sing cant say
They can not harm me
They can only
turn in my eyes
rip out my teeth
spit pure ivory
carve my face like a clock
alarm me clock clock me
bleed me scape goat me
chain me to a rock me
rock me rock me
clever as a fox me
brand a star on/my left shoulder
a star on my left
clever as a fox
my spirit lights
behind the boulder
holding to my name forever
Knowing I'll go on forever
Spirit laughing free as water
in a ring of fire
with its hair aflame.
Patti Smith, ~1973
, a trip to i, robot in the new college van, understandable calculus, memories of ani in concert, la guitarra, a photography book i recently came upon that celebrates the nontypical woman = beautiful.
2. comments my calculus teacher made upon grading our tests over the weekend, psychology and the fact that the exam is um... soon, insensitive overwhelming friends, the indigo girls came so close! but yet were so far and SO expensive.
3. mmm.... today i am in such a mood that the world cannot possibly hold anything considered less than beautiful.
no seriously though, psychology is kicking my ass.