There are some things that I’d like to say to your face, but I hold myself reserved for the timing seems to be lacking and the space between is at times a little to far… You could stay here, make your home here, Hide away here, I could wrap up in cotton wool. Love love, don’t fail me now. Love love, just stay a little bit longer, a little bit more steadfast in your conviction a little bit more devoted to your source.
You didn’t have to let me now where you were, I just assumed you might’ve been arrested anyhow. It was humorus, other than the fact that you’d break my bank bailing you out. But you called just because. I collaborative effort, not in the least at odds. “Butting heads” but just having a communicative cognitive difference that is easily expressed, accepted, and embraced.
Halloween seems lightyears away. 30 days and counting, but I’d rather have you near me…
And… on a completely unrelated note… I love this
Discontent. I just hit my knee on the desk and it felt fantastic.
Spare me a guilt trip or two, as I have eyes only for you.
duly noted, and much aware. Sometimes I hit this glass ceiling hard.
Not plane is ever fast enough and sometimes I just can’t catch my breath.
Doesn’t seem to phase you, set in stone gaze, just taking it all in.
Let it be, let it be, a telephone booth, a time machine.
Playing in the waves at the earths edge.
I’ll go all the way around and meet you on the other side.
Would you even be there, a lighthouse to help me to the edge.
Not second guessing, ever questioning.
I have a bottle on my desk that reads a short message from you.
Who ever knew that four letters could say so much.
This head, these thoughts, your eyes, yours lips.
When we collide. Summer nights. Heat & mint.
The salt on my skin & the subtle sensation of your fingers between mine.
Gluttonous lust. As fear breeds excitement breeds anticipation for tomorrow.
I’ve seen a lot of interesting things in my days on public transit. Both in my hometown and across the globe, and I’m sure there are many more to come. But I’ve entertained the idea of documenting them a little more publicly now, or something of the sort. Just an account of my adventures as they will soon come to a close because… *drumroll* I’M GETTING A CAR!!!! I basically write down my thoughts on my iPod or Mobile, try to get a few serepititious photographs and not have to interact with them. It’s like wildlife documenting. You want to leave the subject undisturbed in their natural enviroment, we don’t want any adverse effects you know… Some of these will be a little backdated, but I’m guessing only this post.
So… without further adeau, Welcome.
Today
You reak of Whiskey in the moooooooorning. Please stop singing. It’s 7am and we’re on the bus. Apparently this man was the bus drivers brother? Or so he says, he was probably just really drunk…. Adorable old man with bad posture and a slightly stained button up. High waisted trousers that looked like he was waiting for floods. Fiant glasses that made his eyes look cartoon big and sad were held together with scotch tape on the right side. And he was clutching a worn, thing pillow like it was his only friend…
…’Fights in the street, I was hoping someone would at least get punched. But of them are fucking pussies. This bus smells like epic cat piss, BADLY. Meth teeth man next to me with new Fila kicks. I GOTS MONEY FOR CRACK AND SHOES!’
September 3rd, 2009
Shut your mouth when you’re looking at shit you fucking cow. you’re being disgusting and that’s not how I want to start my morning… And now someone smells like piss. The elevator at mine smelled like cum last night too. This world is FULL of disgusting smells 🙁 … And you, hippie girl. Don’t tattoo your FACE. You look like a fucking clown now… FOREVER. Stupid.
I’m in the air… a ‘cruising altitude of 30,000 feet’ to be exact. And the wifi (first time) is free. I forgot how anxious standby can make me. Especially when I really want to be at my destination. It’s beautiful, sun pouring in the windows. I’m actually fine, temperature wise, in a tanktop, which is absolutely unheard of for me. The flight attendant (From somewhere in Europe) is cracking jokes left and right. It’s odd, it feels more like a pub than a plane. 5pm and everyone is kibitzing with one another, it’s noisy, and rather interesting. Friday night I suppose. I’ve got this song on repeat, it’s not even that amazing, but I really like the lyrics, and Morgan Page has always been one to hit the nail on the head as far as messages are concerned. Melodies are good as well.
Found some random images lately that I’ve either liked or thought amusing.
I like the splatter, because of the splatter itself, the pink on black and that I like tea 😛
He’s just damn cute. I would like one someday… riiiight
Ironically funny… and fucking terrible
Oh Molly, you’ve claimed yet another victim. your re-uptake inhibiting prowess has struck once again as you tantalise by flirting with the senses in every way until completely overtaking. I find it amusing… and a bit retarded. I can’t remember the last time we collided haphazardly on a random or not so random night, partly because we’ve seen each other in a good while, and partly because I never end up remembering a whole lot if I spend the whole night with you. Devious vixen, you. All the best. I’ve got better things to do…
…and by better thigns I mean be on this plane and another to arrive at what I’ve had described as a ‘fucking terrible hotel’ to see mine. And yes, that is better, I’d have to contest anyone who said otherwise. Frequency is nice, I enjoy the anticipation of seeing him, but at the same time I wish that commerical airliners had the capacity of flight at twice their speed or more. [Teleporter is STILL broken 🙁 ]
There is something about the basic things, I’m sure I’ve reiterated over and over again, as well as experiences. Which I feel that I’ve been getting a lot of both lately. In a lot of ways. I’m moving into another area of my life where I’m more concerned about bettering myself, my life and the lives of those I’m closely involved with… In that order. And it’s slowly (and not so slowly) all coming to fruition. And in some ways I don’t have just myself to take into consideration, depending. Either way, I’m happy, but enough of that. 🙂
The sun is going down, and wherever we are there is lots of smog laying in a thicker layer upon the horizon, the only good thing about polution is the colours. It’s beautiful. Sirus clouds float at the highest points, some caressed with the last rays of sun as they make their way West. Serene, but then you think about the fact that you’re trapped in a little metal tube with about 200 other people (some of who you probably can’t stand) being shot through the air at 400 miles per hour… FUN!
Once upon I time I fell into a mirror and forgot what it felt like to be me…
I saw a 66-million year old T-rex being auctioned off in vegas soon. What the fuck… someone with around 8-mil to burn is just gonna snap that puppy up and put it…. where?
Yeah… that thing.
Anyway… I’m just content that I can put my credit card back in my wallet and start using my debit instead. I can’t even beging to think what I would do with that kind of money. Buy everything for everyone, or some other far-fetched utopian idea. I’d save tigers, and pandas… or something. But it just made me realise that I’m quite pleased and content with the way things are headed. That my life is so different from 10 months ago… 4 months ago… And sometimes it feels like my life is this little snowglobe that the universe (or my parents) like to shake upside down and see if I can scramble to fit the pieces back together & keep afloat, but it seems that things are slowly sorting themselves right side up for the first time in a long time. I know I have myself to attribute to the majority of my success, but I also have to recognise that it’s taken some support, patience, and not so subtle hints from certain someones to get me to where I am… and I appreciate all of it. Happy happy panda.
If I got to see the Grand Canyon this weekend, that would be fucking amazing.
<3 nature
I forgot how much I enjoy doing nothing with someone I really care about. Nothing fancy, just the normal day to day ‘crap’ that can seem mundane to some people, including myself at times. But when you can get on really well doing simple things like cleaning, sitting around drinking beer or watching tv it means a lot. Some if the best times I’ve had in months have been in the past 7 days in a myraid of different situations. It’s nice to feel content, driven and motivated again for a multitude of reasons. Good things. Happy Panda