Three things that will always create contentment and happiness in a heart that's down and dark:
2) Fresh-baked, homemade apple crisp.
3) A loving friend.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
I walked down the street in the dew dress. The moon was gibbous, the stones were dark. I read the sign on the window, it said: "We hire those for sale." I turned away, looking for the soul that I had lost. I was Royal Violet, but meant naught. The moon was clothed in rolling moisture, which fell softly to roll down my face. I whispered, "I am no longer." Then I continued on.
Friday, December 5, 2008
I saw a penguin made of fire. His name was Kagi. He liked to fly around and get pats on the head. He loved to sit under the full moon next to ... the fire. He was a good friend of mine. I know that somewhere, he is happy and very fiery. Sleep safe, Kagi.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I love people. I wish they loved each other. People can be so kind; they can also be so cruel. A mother who beats her child. A policeman father who punches his daughter. People going into war. And yet, there are also the wonderful people who adopt those children as family and show them true love and kindness. This is my dream. If I live long enough to have the ability of adoption, I will do everything in my power to help. I will take in Waifs and Strays. I will live my life in servitude. I will make life worth living. I will love.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
They're calling my name. Or the name they gave me, since I wouldn't talk. I'm running, there is no way I'm going back to that white room. It may be padded, but it pisses me off. They throw you in there when you see things that "aren't there." Just because they don't see them. It's not like I'd hurt anyone, not even myself. Well, they won't find me again...
My name is Mumbai and I am gone forever...
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Crickets In The Night
Old McDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm, he had a cricket. E-I-E-I-O. With an ‘eee eee’ here. With an ‘eee eee’ there. Everywhere an ‘eee eee.’ Old McDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
My Stomach At High-Tide
Pyoaowlraou. Pew pew ping! Qoinnngrrrrwaaaararrroool. Blooooop bloOOoop bleeeeaaaaaouuuw. Mmmmmrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaah. Snurrrrgle-bloooruglaaarah.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Browne looked at me … I looked away. I couldn’t face him at a time like this. A time like this, when everything seemed to be going right. He always seemed to appear at the perfect time for ruining my life … or at least a phase of my life. Until I got things happy and happening again, my life would be ruined.
Browne walked over to me, grinning slyly. “I know something about you that no one else knows…” Everyone looked up, questioning his relationship to me with their eyes. I glared at him, hoping he would take the hint and go away.
“Damn you, Browne. Damn you to all the primitive planets there are.” I muttered when he stopped in front of me.
“Do you want to know what it is that I know? The thing that no one else knows?” He asked loudly, for everyone to hear.
“No, actually, I’m just fine being ignorant in this matter.”
Raising an eyebrow, he turned in a half circle, as though he was on stage before an audience. “What I know about you is…” The ‘audience’ leaned closer as his voice lowered. “That you think you are really a chimpanzee disguised as a human.” The ‘audience’ gasped and quickly dispersed.
“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THAT?!” I yelled at him as he collapsed in laughter. Suddenly he got up, kissed me on the cheek and looked me in the eye.
“Because I love you, you know that. Quit being false. Be true and show everyone who you really are.”
And then he disappeared and was gone. For now...
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
This year’s election, and every one before it, arose boredom in me. It may have been slightly more interesting that there was the racism involved, but it was not a very noticeable interest. If you notice, Mr. Obama is half-black, half-white. If he was as black as midnight, the government would not have let him become President-Elect. Mr. Obama also has a sneaky look on his face that I don’t like.
If the election was really as open to change as so thought, there would be more diversity. Is it not contrary that one of the runners-up for the election was a white woman, another a half-black man? It seems almost planned. You’d think that there should be a Mexican or an Asian, maybe even someone such as a Cuban.
Mr. McCain looks like a child molester. He grosses me out and I hope he croaks off, soon.
People are always saying that you can’t complain unless you vote. Look at the options we have to vote for. They are all freaks. They belong in a circus. I have never voted and I never will.
Monday, November 24, 2008
I saw her! It was the child-woman that I had been looking so forward to experiencing. And she saw me … our eyes met and she walked over. She stripped down and walked into the river, the river that always feels so warm to animals and so cold to humans. I also let my raiment fall and be tucked gently into the indentation my feet had made in the tall grasses. I slowly walked toward the river, watching her gently swirling the water around her body, the bottoms of her wings sodden and shrinking at the touch of cold. I reached the bank and took a few breaths, feeling the mud oozing between my toes, before entering the water myself. I was still watching her, the sunlight glistening off the water onto her skin, her cropped hair so black against her pale, smooth skin. She reached a hand out toward me and I grasped it. She pulled me closer and we were swimming … only swimming … for eternity.