Ziplock Fresh

I'm an old hand at writing and blogging, I really had fun on friend finder for a time, but I got bored.  I think I should take IT classes just to navigate the Internet.  I guess I am showing my age, but I decided to start writing again because it felt good.  Plus this place does not feel like some choke chain (but I POSTED you on facebook) and don't you check email site.... I purposely do not get on that site daily. It drives me nuts.  So those of you seeing my party fouls, sorry.. do realize how much poodoo one must know and do differently for each thing. I know, I'll get the cheese.

Outside the Box

The ridiculous expression of love gift has been a hammock with a cypress frame and luxury redefines itself swaying under a leafy roof lit by tiki lights and flesh glows under the spin of two fans.  Swaying legs, balance carefully maintained..  let go for a moment for days weeks and months until a year ... and it wasn't terrible Maurice... where the Wild Things Are..

The Bed is still warm.

but I got out of it...

and that people..thank you very much.

*muah* what a crowd..

Something

There are days I have so much to feel with no adjective wanton enough for the emotion.  No parody or comparison feels plausible enough to describe the desert.  Rooted firmly in the middle of this is me and oh that is something.  Really?  Big Head.  Overcompensation for something.  This desert gets crowded and loud, feeling so much without words.  The thing that never shuts up. Forever speaking but not talking.  Rooted in the moment, judged, weighed..

and found lacking by the sand

So I empty something out of my shoes..

SHUT UP

now that would be something.

Buffet and Sneeze Guard

Everyone gets that first clean plate, when heading like cattle to the buffet.  Did you ever watch this activity later on?  Waitresses around the country groan as they herd kids on a mission to destroy any beautifully clean set of tines with mashed potatoes and macaroni.  Using the same plate, parents plod up to angrily dare the staff to say a thing to their offspring while they dish out more gravy... on dirty plates.

I've seen this and get grossed out.  Forget sneezing on the glass up top.  How about paws off the food and on clean plates and stop wasting?  Since when did the buffet become organic as in free range child rearing? 

MooShoo
SmuckYou

Another sandwich whipped up sheerly by epiphany grossed out...

Stooping

I always said I would not blog as it will be stolen from me.  Then noting that facebook has its constraints and everybody reads that, so live in fear and walk right because future people will judge based on your sense of self and little rants not worthy of ranting about except to pump up a deflated ego momentarily.  It boggles the mind to know nothing on the net is real except the fact it does not disappear.  Does anyone wonder if the www will hold their memories and keep them alive?  If that were true why does everyone lie except the crazy people we point fingers at?  The net logs us by GPS, tracks every emotion we decide to lie about and where we were when we did.  Yet we all lament over being alone. No we're not.  I just haven't found the right place where people listen to my kind of whining its not my fault.

And yes, I'll take cheese with the whine.

Say it Isnt So

I used to be able to tell myself anything and make it take shape and form. After much time spent and brain cells sacrificed to the altar of dramatic movie watching, man, what a cliche I am. All the stupid things I rage against, all the statistics I wish to overcome, I know for fact all the self esteem ad lib in the world cannot change the facts.  The biggest being even though I am left field, I am still in the field I came from.  Nothing new and fresh.  I really am stale and recycled, only people don't catch it until later.  I should be one of those critics people cannot stand as nothing makes them happy except an opinion for every subject with basis in a reality of arrogance. I'd do well in a pond of finger pointing gurus. Oh wait, I was describing *ssholes.  Yes with an 's' I could take a bite out of that hypocrite sandwich and lie like the rest of them.

I really do want world peace. *sigh*