Log in

Fri, Oct. 21st, 2005, 04:02 pm

I had fun last night, and danced my ass off up into a fine sweat. Before I went into the club I saw a gothy-mod looking fellow by the liquor-mart on the corner off 21st. he looked like he might be passing out or about to sleep. For some reason I was compelled to go over to him. I was talking to him for a while and established that he lived near by so probably would find his way home, because it was evident he was intoxicated by some means. Apparently he mistook my generosity as advancement because he dove to kiss me but ended up semi-making out with the top of my head as I dodged the assault. He was really, really drunk, but apparently didn't feel it was sufficient because he had just bought himself a new bottle of Vodka that he took out of his pocket to take a swig. I told him he was a lovely man and not to take offence, but I was taken. I ended up showing him back to the club and helped him hide his bottle in a sufficient spot. He disappeared later that night and his bottle was still hidden where I helped him hide it. Random.

Today I finally cleaned out my car. I even took those sacks of clothes that have been sitting in my car for almost two years to the Good Will in Citrus Heights. Turns out it’s just across the street from the Healing Arts. On the way back I also stopped by a carwash and vacuumed my car. While I was vacuuming, an old lady that was washing her car across the way came up and asked me if I had a cell phone. She lost her car keys, I guess she was going to call someone to come and get her. Knowing that she must have driven there I offered to help find the keys. There was a Hispanic lady that was vacuuming her car next to mine that had talked to me before the old lady came up to me, the Hispanic lady asked me "does your vacuum suck more?" ..Heh. Anyway, she came up and asked what was going on while I was helping the elderly woman to search her car and the surrounding area. We were asking her to recall her steps to see where the keys might have gone. We asked if she had thrown some things away and I ended up digging in the nearby trash can. It had been maybe about 10 minutes before she realized that the keys she thought she put in her blouse had slid down into her socks. Great.

Now I have to get ready for work, Friday nights are always hell.

Thu, Oct. 13th, 2005, 08:38 pm

staying home tonight. Won't risk killing my body before tomarrow's practical, though I am picking up some Pizza for myself tonight. I'm starving.

Sat, Oct. 8th, 2005, 12:45 pm
Just thought I'd document this.

Yeah, so I just wandered away from the computer to get my second cup of coffee. Poured it in the cup, added meh Sweet n' Low (yeah I know I should use real sugar honey 'cause I need the calories')...opened the fridge for Coffee Mate and looked at my Fried Zucchini and Cheestick leftovers from last night, which I was craving intensely at the time. While thinking "Mmmmm Cheesesticks…." I was pouring what I thought was Coffee Mate into my coffee, but realized I was squeezing a bottle of Ranch into the cup. Yup..

Tue, Oct. 4th, 2005, 03:48 pm

I just completed my massage for the facility I am applying at. I was so nervous, and fumbled with the draping. Goodness, I would rate the quality quite low given my standards of what I am capable of. She'll call me tomarrow and discuss it with me. Anyway, off to math now.

Mon, Sep. 26th, 2005, 10:53 pm
Dearest Cynthea, by thou I am moonstricken!

Sun kissed warmth upon ripened peach
Tones of jade caress her gentile nape
Falling down shoulders elegant and bold
Inviting lips to press and hold
Doe like eyes wide and full of speech
With hazel grace over oculus drapes
Accentuating features of goddess mold
Blushing buds in seasons unfold
A gallant par amor beseech
To take hands upon her sensuous shape
Embracing now his soul is lulled
Reveling moonstruck love untold

Sat, Sep. 24th, 2005, 12:29 pm

The sleeping Dragon rests below the earth
She Stretches from the mountains to ravine
The valley is full of her mystical vital breath
At every corner she is there but cannot be seen.

Sanctified by blood within her womb
She bites her tail for she must consume
With red tooth and claw from her wound
Under her wing all things wither and bloom

Her whiskers are soft like blades of grass
Stones are scales upon her dusty flesh
The water flows under her heaving belly
Keeping the woods and gullies fresh

Thu, Sep. 22nd, 2005, 10:43 am

A shadow flickers by from overhead
the caw of a crow interrupts the silence
this night is cold and quiet
all things slumber while the creepers creep.

You are among the night owls
and with the dogs of the forest that sing to the moon.

The night is alive now, no more quiet.
Your ears are tuned to the sounds of the nightlife.
All is vibrant, and you can hear the undertones.

Out comes the full brightness of the lunar landscape
there are things stirring in shadows with eyes
old-wood trees grab up from the earth like fingers clutching and twisted
branches like veins circulate about the forest canopy
this place is alive and breathing, even coursing with blood.

"Where am I?" You whisper, almost without even thinking about a question.

Then you see a sign in a beam of moonlight carved in the wood of an old tree stump before you. Like a phantom caught in purgatory you wander to the message writ. Almost without will simply following the light towards the first trace of meaning in this place.

"I am here." It reads.

You ponder, and find yourself lost. You continue to walk with the moon as your lamp.

Fri, Sep. 9th, 2005, 01:12 pm
Why does this always happen to me?

I'm sitting in my car, eating bread rolls and sipping on coffee, awaiting for sobriety to settle in. A car pulls up a few parking spaces across from where I am. I can see that the man is looking at me. I stay in my own little world for awhile until I can see that the man is poking about around my car, surveying the environment, looking like he's about to take a crowbar and bust open my car window or something. I'm getting ready to turn on the ignition and go. I look to my left out the window and the large black man has his cock out and he's masturbating while intensely staring at me. Well, I turn on the car and the brights on my headlights and I go – the guy is still masturbating as I pull away.

Mon, Aug. 29th, 2005, 03:44 pm

So many eyes reflecting back at me
every corner of my mind is touched by light
yet I am condemned by my own convictions
I judge what I cannot comprehend
I am shrouded and tangled within my ignorance
lulled by the passions of finitive reality
bargaining more time to wander in lost terrain
wanting to break the chain of being so attached
to liberate me and breathe like new
tune my ear to the soft and gentile voice
so calming and silent yet overwhelming and whole
I heard you, I shall not forget this I pray
remind me on my path, forgive my trespasses
curious as I am, determined to find you
I am also ill and forgotten, you whisper
take me upon your invisible hand
and show me there is more than this
within myself the gift of life awaits somewhere

Thu, Aug. 25th, 2005, 02:28 pm
Alchemical Poem


From the Darkness of this hard and stony place, (self)
a slow liquid slides, the fastest of metals. (consciousness)
so cold and unreflective, yet given trial by fire, (ego)
it quickens pace and like a distorted mirror (perception)
catches the light in capricious moments. (cognition)

Faster still, now the furnace of passion is burning hot, (love)
acquired mystic wings soar like a plume of sweet perfumes. (will/power)
barriers are broken and the ladder traversed (limitation)
ascending to the moon shining like pure silver, (intention)
as a perfect mirror, showing true form. (being)

Hidden nature is thus revealed like a pearl born of foam, (desire)
from the putrid sea of chaotic waters leaden and unknown. (unconscious)
poison is thus made good drink, a tincture of the wise (logic)
for the white stone of the waters belongs to the lunar gale (compassion)
And washed ashore by her guidance is made known. (gnosis)

skipped back 10