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I do not speak my truth to antagonize you.... I share this swollen river running -- This waterfall of faith-- because it flows from me like lennon's endless rain.... --my paper cup: this poem-- to which an endless string of words spill out and on to... I stain the sentences with abundant articulations that boil inside of me... I thirst, I starve, I crave. and all that quenches... all that can satiate me is to open the faucet and allow the words to run... They skip and dance across themselves... They formulate on their way out like fireworks deciding which way they will face when they open and sizzle in the night air... And when they do... it's a sight to behold. It shocks me like the boom, and takes me aback to see what has emerged. And Keroac knew. He knew all along... that I was one. As my words explode like spiders across the sky... I watch in staggering wonder at my truth revealed and know that I am home here. I have taken my vow... signed in blood... solemnly sworn myself in... been hazed and pinky promised... and I know... without the shadow of a doubt... that I am a mad one. ...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Monday, August 24, 2009

I'm a cruiser

I like beach cruisers, convertibles, comfy couches and soft blankets...

I like flexible work schedules and flowy clothing

I like lying on the beach and reading while mindlessly playing with sand between my fingers and toes

I like grazing and nibbling when I'm hungry

I like leaving the house with wet hair and letting the sun dry it

I like being barefoot ALMOST always.. with the exception of when i watch movies and like soft, snuggly socks

I like cruisin around a golf course in a golfcart while humming to myself

I like SIGHing out in yoga

I like meditating with a breeze blowing past my face

I dont like doing NOTHING, but i dont like being crazy.. I'm clearly just a cruiser....

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