helicopters
orange buttercat
chasing after
the crazy bee
mad about somebody...
jane's addiction
we're all on tiptoe, hoping our politeness keeps the sun out, Mother Nature calm, and the rainclouds from regrouping at the heavenly watercooler...
it's a greentea morning. full of hope, possibility, and the day's end clove.
and it's been 2 weeks of endless chores, little sleep, stress, pms, bad news, and rain. and i'm beginning to remember that i can't control anything. i keep forgetting to just roll...
...like summertime. let the day stretch and yawn, shake out sleep from its eyes and move along...to the tempo of its breath.
i want out of the machine. of getting shuffled along with the masses to hurry up, to get it done, to buy this, to need that, forced reservations to the ultimate blind date...our graves.
i could live the life of a rock star. drink, drug, f*ck, and get up to do it again....
i could live the life of a farmer. up too early, kick-ass physical labor, deep respect for the life all around me....
i could live the life of a librarian. listening to loud alternative music, bowie pasted on the wall, shakespeare quotes hanging off the computer, Get Fuzzy in the background, book on Hank Aaron on the desk, hopes and dreams swirling in my head...