We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human exper

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human exper

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Nov 28 (Ranting/Losing it!)

Another rant that didn't make a lot of sense. It was just a stream of consciousness thing brought on by grief I guess.


BASIC DUDE, basic instinct, basic rage, basic randomness, basic cutlery, basic confusion!

SPEAK TO ME! i have people from the corners trying to comfort me. you are there. you talk to me. shut up already, i'm at my kid's soccer game. go sit over there! don't distract me, i'm trying to serve. get ready to Spike! "So this is you" - Score! that was a line but a good one. i used to eat dry roasted peanuts at the Grey cup now i am the black sheep missing a Lone Wolf. i will go light a candle for you where my parents and Gretzky said their vows. there is a connection between you and my beloved. you stuck up for him. your text asked if i am still in the vortex of young Love. our first real date Ric's grill. you took me for a walk in the trees. you love the writing of other cultures just like me. you still have my M &M CD. you stole it so i wouldn't listen to the burn song. i know it. i can rap it. take that CEO. i want to live in a tiny red house with polka dots and crooked hearts. i saw the stars. you didn't but when the leaves fell you told me it's always been me. it's always been ME!! but the Wilsonator was always beyond my grasp - except for dirty jokes! it was my turn though. go back to zero do not pass go do not collect 200 dollars. good thing i have the face of a doll. there are mountains in the valley with my name on them. drugs are bad, liars are worse. you weren't there when i burnt my hand. you would have asked the nurse to lift up her skirt! Zak was a rat bastard he liked blueberries. Poland was my Kurt Cobain. Redwoods are life savers. you loved trees. the Forest of the 7 Trees speak to me now. i will get one tatooed on my spine to remember you. i don't mean to be rude but the other connection was that his dog's name was Nikita! i know because i transported him from Athabasca to rehab! he wouldn't fit in the backpack or be still at the ceremony. i just want my fucking red Yamaha jacket back. i will wash it with the mismatched socks of my lover. i bled on his bed. he swallowed me whole. the 3 sides of my garage are zombies. borax kayak rack! i stepped on your toes then i suffered. you think you love me!? you KNOW you love me! you think you can have me? well you can't. i can only be had by the dead now. Sept 9 is my birthday. innukshuks seal the deal. your love is awful i believe you now. mine is just as pristine as you are. you left me at the airport. cryptic, mystic, no sense?? give me a brake. how does that feel? well i don't FEEL anymore. only you will understand ME so we WILL be friends!!!!!
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