I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Stop Being A 3===D
One of these days it will all make sense.
One of these days I'll miss these days.
One of these days I'll be better than before.
One of these days I'll be in Ireland.
One of these days I'll go back in time and make it all right.
One of these days I'll remember everything.
One of these days I'll breath deep
and
It'll be too late
to look back.
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"Don't Stop Being Yourself"
ReplyDeleteone of these days it won't need to make sense
one of these days you won't live in the past
one of these days you'll realize you're perfect
one of these days you'll be right here
one of these days you'll go back in time and do it exactly the same
one of these days you'll forget nothing
one of these days you'll breath and it won't be too late
to live for this moment
I still want to punch Kate in the teeth.
ReplyDeleteurggggggggggg, that's what i get..ok, fair enough..not really! ;)
ReplyDeleteDid you ever stop and think that this may be as good as it gets?
ReplyDeleteThis may be but I'd spend the rest of my life disappointed.
ReplyDeleteI hope you don't think this is as good as it gets...
ReplyDeleteCause that's a line and title to a movie.
I hope you and I both will learn sooner than later...
That lists...
And advice...
And the studied ceilings of 4a.m....
Don't do anything.
It's not that they're meaningless.
They're just indifferent.
Pass the mustard.