I"ve lost my words, but found fields and fields of paper. It's a start. I'm doing much better these days. Of course, these days are full of deep quiet, stillness, and slightly mind-numbing activity. It's ok though. I have my paper, a few handfulls of charcoal and some old tubes of paint. The words seem to have taken my affinity for reality, the ( Read more... )

It's interesting... With the fragility comes a great deal of moments of clarity. These leaving me gasping forbreath at the greatness of it all... the enormity.

I am.
I am no longer looking for threats in the wrong places.
I am looking at myself from a different perspective .

I am so freaking awake right now.

I wish for a typewriter... a beautiful green one with fabulous circular buttons and love in between.

I miss painting.

You know, I have no desire to quit smoking until I lay down at night and feel as if an elephant has descended upon my chest. These times, I think it may be a good idea ( Read more... )

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"Last updated 69 weeks ago."

Hahaahhah.

Ok, it's on again bitches.

Interesting weekend, this last one ( Read more... )

I have red hair again, for the first time in nearly a year. I feel so much better. It's frisky bitch season. Halloween party this weekend... costumes... need inspiration ( Read more... )

Donald Southerland is fucking DIRTY sexy.

That is all,.