you know those LJ forwards that say to take a line from the first entry of each month?
well I'm culling the lines of the past year and lying them down for you...

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finally,
it's 3am in the goddess morning, i am awake to tell the tale.
here before me
a black mug of chicory cream caramel cafe
from a cannister taking me to the Big Easy du Monde.
a video tape and the pile of notes are penned down by two lighters of blue and purple hues.
SPREAD -- a magazine...
(grey cat enters the scene, "Mamu??")
I cough and am ( Read more... )

I don't know who you are or anything about you, really, beyond the words written here.
But know that I love you.
I love you, too.

once upon a heart, a house held a stove of great heat and small size.  it is fortunate that only mice lived in those great walls.  they feasted on corn syrup and malt beverages with a small reserve of rice.

hahaahahaha, that's the first thing I have written all day.

come now, sit close and let me tell you a Story ( Read more... )

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the clock chimes midnight on the advent of this post.

rising energy.

are you out there right now?

if so,

comment back.

let's start a commentversation.

you are Free now

one of the most popular questions posed me is How Do You Spend Time at Short Mountain Sanctuary?  most people know enough to say that I don't work for money every day, but I can perceive that there is a boundary in their question.  I think that the boundary comes from a industrialized quality of life, that unless one is a visible cog, gear, chain, ( Read more... )

do you know A SOFTER WORLD?

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it took a butcher to show me a heart of gold.

playing over the incessant KOMA, Neil Young first spoke to me
amidst the frying vapors of countless bodies all around.

each day found me walking down the alleyways,
living in a forgotten Heart House with the vagrants of joy.

we support each other with hands open and offering our lives.

she was the baker, that ( Read more... )