Steal, borrow, reap or save your shady inference
Kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent

Liar, lawyer -- mirror show me
What's the difference?
Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent

Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Fuckin' hypocrite

Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo

 I will own this.

october 2006

And it came to me then that

 every plan is a tiny glance of farther time

As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409

And I rationed my breathes as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today

As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye

It's done like a violent limp that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds

And I knew that you were truth I would rather loved than to never lain in the sun at all

Then I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained it's self

Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room just nervous paces bracing for bad news

Then the nurse comes round and everyone lifts their head

And I'm thinking of what Sarah said

 that love is watching someone die

I've returned from Mexico as of yesterday. A beautiful place I must say, and a wonderful vacation on a ten story ship as well. I've taken quite a few breath taking pictures, and I couldn't resist taking a few things back. The trip itself was really bittersweet actually- a reality check for one, and culture shock for two.

Coming back, was like waking up from a dream. The positive side to that being that things have changed, inside and out; and the only negative being unpacking, and cleaning and laundry, etc etc.

I realized my xanga isn't read as much as it used to be, and so I assume it's safe for me to express the gritty personal aspects of my life now..not that I mind a look or two, it's nice to know someone will pay attention!

I noticed during my stay in Mexico, alot of the physical trouble i'd had before really ceased to exist. I wonder what the cause of that may be? Sure, they'd all say stress, but I think otherwise. Climate perhaps...i'm not sure. Anyways, that doesn't really matter now, as I have returned to my humble one-bedroom apartment, where I live with the cutest, and most cuddliest thing in the world. My boo.

As Spring time approaches...thank God....three things really stick out in my mind.

1. Scarborough Fair

2. Planting the new seeds

3. and cleaning...which I'm getting a head start on at this moment. :)

{And this too shall pass; like water under rock. Changing paths over and over..but always running back to it's original place. Given time, all will be as it should be}

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