Some things that I am learning.
Want to run and hide away.
Daily Archives: June 22, 2007
Winy. Surrounded. No uppekha.
Mudita, Karuna, Metta,
the Heavenly Abodes.
The Lord of Sad,
the King of Sad,
Sir Sad-a-lot.
The Count.
The Duke.
The Partner, the PIC,
the BUPIC, the BUP,
the Rump, the Frump,
GRiMS.
Low endorphins. Not excited. Sad.
Some remarks on poetry. Some purity. Some pain. Some stretching.
There are “the’s” in the work, there are no “the’s.”
I am sucked in
I gotta do some laundry
I can’t get a grip
She went to sleep and never got up.
There is some appeal in books.
Thank God I never.
Lisbon, Lisbon, Lisbon, Lisbon, Lisbon, Lisbon.
Find that wishing-wanting. Find that rooster Greed a’crowing.
Find aversion, Blair at High School Graduation in a thunderstorm,
dressed like hell, and making his first adult deposit into an account.
Retreat. Let’s go on retreat.
Let’s visit the jungle.
Let’s get information on the situation.
Sigh. Pushing into unknown territories.
Sip of latté. Sip of capability. Sip of Venice. Second marriage. Didn’t work out well.
Lost my faith. Lost energy, lost lore, lost love. I am skeptical.
june 22, 2007
Unknowns and failure to adapt.
The lowness, lack. The this the that.
What about no articles?
No questions, no answers?
What about The Questionnaire?