I enjoy re-reading the journal entries I made years ago. Though that sounds kind of vain, which it is, it serves me as a reminder of just how much things change. Things change, yet so much stays the same. Yay Lamb ( Read more... )

For that last pair of three months, it looks like my ego, or something, prevented me from writing in Live Journal. Perhaps it was the spontaneous outgrowth of such a journal, perhaps it was because I needed to not be outspoken. I’ll go with both, emphasizing the latter, just because I’ve maintained a very inward stroke over the last six months ( Read more... )

My last weekend in California is coming to an end, and it has been mighty intense ( Read more... )

Thank you, Danny, for those loouvely cds. PJ tears my heart strings when she sings as a Civil War Correspondent ( Read more... )

The concupiscence
potential elucidate
desideratum

Fleeting is half of a struggle which tears glass cases and buys knobs, twists and cookies that come in pairs, I’m sorry but I am set to repeat the neoteric.

It’s not pretty unless you look from certain angles.

Photoshop crop it.

Rudimentary is my skin I find voluntarily whiter than some dirt, even ink and lead ( Read more... )

1834 miles to Iowa ( Read more... )

Upwards I floret like a space shuttle blasting away, as the flower blossoming feral.

I’m permanently becoming.

It’s not what you know, but who you know, and what you’re willing to do ( Read more... )

Been crying the last couple of days. Tears of joy, smiling and laughing lately, making noises and expressing the sound that embodies the hope for a way to go where I’ve been wanting to ( Read more... )