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about me, hell bent drawn to flames never hot enough participate outcast guilty looking past fate being late don't like funerals i am evolving very good at struggling not sure i have the answer enjoy trying to figure myself out …

why is jamie calling me ? last time i remember ... over five years ago she was dancing to demons in the corner singing lullabies in that rusty voice she was a drunkin pumkin with a great boob job eyes …

talking to strangers saying no carefully choosing my vocabulary words opening doors what's in store my difficulty friday where it's at could shooting myself in the foot hurt more ? limping along no crime crept creep eyes upsize realize going …

you get on the bus everyday your own way blond hair pulled back no make up jeans and black sneakers clutching your starbucks our eyes meet i grin a hello you take a seat glances words never exchanged no hug …

latitude longitude horizontal skip the other one my measurements correct my sight about right dangerous curves just ahead baby get in a bucket seat built for two new car smell delivered from afar celestial bodies seeing stars /

i lay down gently resting my head on a pillow downcast eyes , tonite at peace within my heart oh, troubles still live handed down from past generations added to one's i have created blemishes under my skin covered up …

red lips blue skies more hellos than good byes

a golden dog on the porch your safari hat on the wooden chair cracks in the concrete the welcome on the mat worn off roses for the table stand shift i decline to sit feeling uncomfortable thinking i can't go …

stripes and not the original blue a thousand rinses spins missing a few buttons collar frayed a sleeve torn in a strange way time tries to thin away my favorite shirt all mine stitched woven holding breaths of you beautiful …

oranges on the table don't appear real the wooden bowl not sure if it's really wood the dog laying at my feet - dreaming hasn't moved in awhile coffee i'm drinking - where did it come from haven't shaved in …

crooked nose painted toes suppose we get away you and i roll in mud or clover desires light my fires all ours

Sign says gone fishin - today pond full of 'em mostly gold a story to tell maybe so can't make this shit up i've been told . Don't need to wish to dream have angels singing in my kitchen mocha …

discovery denial sinking swimming winning losing dying living loving...

the rough has more smooth the dark lighter worries lost some loud is music no wonders of more less soothes good grooves sadness happier life sweeter

clouds and crowds don't much care for either sunny soliloquy has been my joy lately thursday's kind clock produces bushels of gratitude for where i've landed not forever no matter an island awaits where and when i want it to …

i probably started watching Grey's Anatomy because i liked the double entendre.... the main character's last name was Grey and my anatomy book in medicine was Gray's Anatomy....it was a thick and heavy expensive thing and my medical career depended …

My search , for a simple shade tree somewhere not so large to be found easily . Comfort for my body , I do not seek . Tangled routes exposed settles in with dirt on my boots . Temporary shelter …

she just wants someone to know her troubles difficulties significant or not tell them to one today trust to listen a shoulder to put some weight on maybe more

I want to ramble on and make sense of it all I want to go on a trip and send post cards home I want to gamble on the longshot and win I need whipped cream with a cherry on …