Fuck you, it's magic!

Unexpected moments

"But sometimes, unexpectedly, a quiet moment finds us and we drop down into
the life we have beneath all the rushing and the trying and the endless
daily details, sinking into the fertile soil of the sometimes neglected
inner life, where the seeds of remembering what matters are planted. What
comes from that place when we give it half a chance flowers in our lives and
the world, creating unexpected changes in the direction of our journey and
offering unanticipated blessings to us and those around us."
~Oriah Mountain Dreamer

A young man of extra-ordinary personal beauty

Witching hour
taps on the door
Memories
of your last night
assertively
creep into bed
Haunting the left side
sliding closer
between every
suppressed e x h a l e
The faint smell
of bourbon
filling space
between the pillow
and my bitter cheek
That space
your face
pressed against mine

New York I love you, but you're bringin me down

"I don’t know what it means to be a New Yorker anymore. I guess if you work for a giant corporation and you’ve lived here for more than six weeks, you’re a New Yorker now. I think I used to know what it meant to be a New Yorker. I guess if you don’t eat at Cosi sandwich shop you’re a real New Yorker. If you don’t go to Hopstop.com to find your way around the city, you’re a real New Yorker. If you make too much noise on the sidewalk at night and bother people living in overpriced apartments, you’re a real New Yorker. If you get mugged, and then immediately go eat a slice with the money hidden in your sock that they did not steal from you, you’re a real New Yorker. If you cross the street wherever and whenever you want, you’re a New Yorker. And if you walk fast, you’re a New Yorker. Nobody walks fast in this city anymore. Everyone walks slow, and then goes to Equinox." -Judah Freidlander, Daily Intel

An acquired taste

She's the kind of girl who hangs dream catchers above her bed, who eats pomegranates and reads old history books for fun. She's the kind of girl who sleeps in old men's dress shirts, and wears her earrings to bed. She's the kind of girl who takes pictures of her hands with disposable cameras and wallpapers her bedroom with pretty roses. She's the kind of girl who dances down the street and catches sideways stares of the blank faced pedestrians who pass, but always smiles back. She's the girl with the windows down, and the music up, a breath of life blowing in her hair. She's the girl who's tongue tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, and who smells a bit like a summer in Paris. She's the kind of girl who catches the first snowflake in the palm of her bare hands and watches it melt into her pale skin, before anyone else notices the sky is falling. She's the kind of girl who's laughter echoes in your fondest memories. She's the kind of girl who's always sketching eyes and mouths of the characters in her dreams, and drawing on the back of her bar tab. She's the kind of girl who doesn't know any other way but to wear her heart on her sleeve. She's the kind of girl who looks you right in the eyes, and almost through you when you speak to her.

Mon petit hibou

I keep on wishing that little owl I've been dreaming about, since I was a little girl, would fly through my window and wake me with a whisper in my ear, and a twirl of my hair, and a peck on my cheek - to save me from this cave I've buried myself in and fly me back to what'ever woodland castle it came from, to keep me there, forever.

Happiness can be elusive sometimes...

This song really brings me 'home,'
just seems to hold me in all the ways I'm beggin to be held right now.



Happiness is just outside my window
Would it crash blowing 80-miles an hour?
Or is happiness a little more like knocking
On your door, and you just let it in?

Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can't make it come or go
But you are gone- not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good

Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard
Happiness was never mine to hold
Careful child, light the fuse and get away
‘Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks

Happiness damn near destroys you
Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor
So you tell yourself, that's enough for now
Happiness has a violent roar

Happiness is like the old man told me
Look for it, but you'll never find it all
Let it go, live your life and leave it
Then one day, wake up and she'll be home
Home, home, home

"Drinking heavily, you abandon people, and they abandon you - and you abandon yourself- it's a form of partial self-murder."

I loved this article! I've always thought the romantic image we have of the drugged up/alcoholic-artistic-genius is a fraud - I refuse to burn myself out. This isn't a sprint, this is a marathon. The most creative you will ever be is when you are sober. Enlightenment comes from being present in the moment, substances create an illusion of the 'moment.'

What if...

“How would you live if you felt you could trust life fully? If you believed you were totally protected and secure, that forevermore your life would be filled with love and prosperity? Think of how your fears would dissolve, of how totally accepting of yourself and others you would be--it wouldn't matter if they met your expectations or not. Think of how you would venture forth knowing you would succeed. Think of how your heart would open, of how free you would feel. How free you would be to love. All of this is the treasure that life offers us. We just lack the consciousness to experience it."
~Susan L. Taylor

I hope this song will guide you home

One day,
someone will write the right song
and she will dance again...

Sing to me, baby

Whiskey for breakfast, breakfast for dinner

Whenever you are ready
I'll be here waiting
to hear your story
A lifetime of adventure
and a second chance at love

Where stars make dreams, and dreams make stars

Hey! Look at me. And tell me if you've known me before.
David Lynch's 'Inland Empire' is onDemand - Elated, to say the least :]

Mermaid Lounge

A case of the mean reds

Sometimes I wish I was a boy with a guitar
So I could write girls songs about times
When we wouldn't be lonely or
sitting in bathtubs on a Friday night
with a book and a bottle
and the boys on the radio always wanting to sing the blues

Just stand up quietly and dance with me...

...Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day. And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, "Yes!"
Just take my hand and dance with me.
-Oriah Mt. Dreamer

Everybody's heart is broken

All these words.
All these "I" - "I" - "I's"
and "Me" - "Me" - "Me's."
What ever made any of us think the next person would even give a damn about our pathetic life drama?
It's all a bunch of pretentious bullshit.
And I love it.

Last day in Paris

Running like a coward, for the door

When nights were cold
fingers felt like pages
Their noses
numb and vibrant To laugh
in freedom
Walking in shadows
shortened They had
mothers Trains stopped for
the children
I fed the
animals Even though
you told me n o t
to His lips were chapped
like mine Mmmmmmmmm!