Stood up today and decided to stand up. Fell down, tripped on purpose, then decided to stay down and work out the kinks. a small giant stood on my shoulders, literally. stood and yelled "its about time!"
his profession professed he proffesionally prefers to put pain AWAY.
"thank you kind small giant with soft hands and clean feet. thank you for knocking the rust off, loosening the hinges and being so kind."
standing up is easiest when standing, I know this now, but never think courage stays quiet.

SLOB

big slob. no common sense, no common courtesy, no common anything. just big slobbyness. He slobs through his walk. he slobs through he words. he Slobs in his sleep. Slob 1 knows a slob. slob 2. 2 slobs lobbing slop to the hogs. we hate slopping slobs.
"hello there, Its dark out." the slob speaks.
"hi." I stare.
"i'm not always this candid." he slobbed.
"ok." I blink.
"can I walk you home?" continued slobbing.
"yes." I flute.
Side by side we slobbed towards streetlamps and fences. a familiar door stood before us, serene, clean, inviting.
"see you tomorrow then?" slob said.
"yeah." I smiled.
big slob. looks good in a white t-shirt and old jeans. you win.

Intrest

I have been creatively preoccupied lately. my poor blog suffers, not that it is a huge problem, I get as much fulfillment out of this as I do my facebook status. what would it take to make a blog really great? what is is that I need to propel this blog into a well visited spot. Laura's blog pulls me in eagerly with her photography and style. Melissa's cracks me up and make me miss that Mad monkey. Mariko's always keeps me informed and entertained. What to do? what is it that I care enough about to draw in others care and left click. My creativity lies within fictional snippets. My pictures pale in comparison. My news never changes.


hmmm?

I could complain, tell what irritates me daily, like road signs. I hate them. road signs, reflectors, telephone poles mile markers just clutters and distracts me. while they serve a purpose they are completely overdone.

I could list my most current thoughts each day.
Friday 22- airway. painted progression. salads. 6 pm.

I could reveal things about myself. I hate walking on carpet with dry feet. it is uncomfortable.

I could list things I am looking forward to.
Laura and Adrian's wedding. seeing Mad and Mel. paint. horseback riding. sunsets. secret door entries.

hmm.... for now. I will just stew over this conundrum.

trying to figure things out.

this
is
a
test.

Voice Over

And so it is in the throngs of melancholy I have found that I have lost my voice. Long gone for days, weeks, nights, breakfast morning conversations, afternoon daydreams, months. It must have ran out the door with a suit case when I wasn't looking.
I have been looking for a voice to replace my lost voice. I've looked into a nice voice and I only found that I complimented too many people about too many things. I looked for a smart voice and came to know all to quickly that people don’t have a high tolerance for know-it-alls (especially know-it-alls who know nothing at all.) I searched for a calming intuitive voice and got tired of people asking me if I was feeling alright.
The individuals who have tangled their webs with mine, are whom I spend all to much time trying to impress, impress them with what I can be, what I can say(hence the voice searching) what I can type. All in attempts to draw my self higher than I was before to get a dash mark inches above the last, and for what?

olli olli oxen free

sometimes it feels right to hide. turn off all the lights. find a safe place and just hide. the only thing to do, hide. the only worry, being found.