Wednesday, April 07, 2010

The Workaround

Attempted my first pregnant-belly hug in memory last night. I attempted to hug around the bundle, so as not to damage the bundle, but was pulled into the bundle.

Which, strangely, worked.

Then it's additionally strange to hug an attractive bundle-bearer, 'cuz it's like, "you're still attractive - I think I feel weird about having naughty thoughts about you in your current state of bundledom".

Then there's the completely juvenile and unavoidable* thought: "hee hee. I know what you did to get that".

Bundles are like nature's way of confronting our acquired prudish sensibility with the factuality of sex**.

*for juveniles, anyway

**feel free to laugh at how deep-telligent I obviously think this sounds

Sunday, April 04, 2010

Nappy Sun Day

you ever wonder if Jesus brushed his teeth and washed his face on the way out the tomb?


(yawn)


(stretch)


"woo. got a little crook in my back from that thing. point made, I guess, so....."

Bhug


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Public act of excretion #.....

Brooklyn.
Cadman Plaza.
Across from TD Bank.

Individual casually leaning, body toward fence.

('wait, was this his')

Arching stream of liquid from individual's "area".

(sometimes hates being so trivially observant)
I think I may be the creative part of my mother that she never realized.

One of my failings, I think...has been to compartmentalize creativity,

to not view it for what it is an explore it in macro;

or...to examine it in macro, that I might understand how to utilize it universally,

thereby being inspired in the path to investigate it in micro.

(?)

Monday, February 22, 2010

Sunday, February 21, 2010

''Right now I can't seem to commit to one truth.''
Big O

Sunday, January 24, 2010

It must be a horrible thing to want to be a super hero,

only to find out you are remarkably ill/un-equiped.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Interpretation is inherent in exprience - you can't exprerience without interpreting. Performance is the substance of interpretation. Acting is physicalized interpretation

Monday, January 18, 2010

(bounce)

tanbrown,
almond-eye(ish)
smurf-ette smallperson in laundry room
staring at me (as I put unmentionables in the machine)

I'm trying to toss my stuff in fast,
(as though hurrying would keep her from seeing my dirty drawz);
{and her mom was right THERE}

but all she did was
happyjoy dance
to the music of commericial washers and driers,
that LOUD-ass fan,
&
whatever she had bouncing around her synapses

easy and matter-of-fact as
water is wet
and God is.

(bouncebounce)

yeah. i can see that.



Monday, January 11, 2010

In the shower I considered

that the most desperate thing you can do is to want time back,

since it impossible to regain something that you can neither give nor receive.

That said,

I desperately wish I could have ( at least ) the past 10 years back.

!! This just in:

wishing is what happens when there is no real possibility;

hope is what you have when there is a chance;

pray is what you do when you don't know which of the previous applies.

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