coast

“We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud, and the rain.” -Henry David Thoreau

scour

I am so discouraged. I am so tired that I use the word "so" so much. Funny thing is, you can't spell discouraged without rage, but you also can't spell discouraged without courage... Or age. Rage, courage, age. We are all intertwined and devastating to one another, now aren't we?

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There was a half hour window when I felt whatever it is that is called the "muse," but that is starting to fade quickly and actually - I think it is now gone. Well, damn.

I'm still going to write, though.

I don't have to give you a "because" for why I am still going to write. There does not need to be a because for everything we do, say, or write... Right?

There is a lot of second guessing in my life, if you haven't guessed that by now. Some call it charming, some call it frustrating, I call it familiar. I call it all I know. I call it one thing one minute and then another thing another minute.

Speaking of minutes, why is it that so many of my past (and perhaps future?) lovers and I have had a fixation on a particular time? Whether it's 3:33, 12:34, or 11:34, we have all placed some kind of mysterious significance on this time. But neither of us could explain or even try to explain the significance. And I don't think we ever will.

I am worn down. I give up for tonight. I have never been more familiar with and more distant than I am from myself. And I don't know why I bother to tell you such things. Confession? Reassurance? Boredom? Later.

i am sure no one really wants to read the lyrics, but it's okay. this song saved my soul and this is my blog! i will do what i want! #freedom #america

"Lisa Says" by Velvet Underground (I love you, Lou.)

Lisa says, on a night like this
it'd be so nice, if you gave me a great big kiss
And Lisa says, honey, for just one little smile
I'll sing and play for you for the longest while

Lisa says
Lisa says
Lisa says, oh, no
Lisa says

Lisa says, honey, you must think -
- I'm some kind of California fool
the way you treat me just like some kind of tool
Lisa says, hey baby, if you stick your tongue in my ear
then the scene around here will become very clear

Lisa says, oh no
Lisa says, hey, don't you be a little baby
Lisa says, oh, no
Lisa says

Hey, if you're looking for a good time Charlie
well, that's not really what I am
You know, some good time Charlie
always out, having his fun

But if you're looking for some good, good lovin'
then sit yourself right over here
You know that those good, those good times
they just seem to pass me by, just like pie in the sky

And Lisa says, on a night like this
it'd be so nice if you gave me a great big kiss
And Lisa says, hey baby, for just one little smile
I'll sing and play for you for the longest while
let me hear you now

Lisa says, oh, no, no
Lisa says, hey, don't you be a little baby
Lisa says, oh, no
Lisa says

Why am I so shy
Why am I so shy, Gee, you know those
good good times, they just seem to pass me by
Why am I so shy

First time I saw you I was talking to myself
I said, hey, you got such pretty, pretty eyes
(that pretty eyes)

Now that you're next to me I just get so upset
And Lisa, will you tell me, why am I so shy

Why am I so shy
Why am I so shy, well, you know that those
good, good times, they just seem to pass me by
Why am I so shy

And Lisa says, on a night like this
it'd be so nice if you gave me a great big kiss
And Lisa says, honey, for just one little smile
I'll sing and play for you for the longest while

Lisa says, oh, no, now
Lisa says, hey don't you be a little baby
Lisa says, oh, no
Lisa says

astral

Nothing, not even the thought of nuclear holocaust, makes me more depressed than thinking of all of the books I will never get around to reading.

My ability to write is subject to mood swings. One minute it's like, "Yeah! You CAN write! And you should! Here is a shit ton of inspiration!" And the next minute it's all, "alkdlkjxcvoew dk asdk kvjlkzdfo pgpob.lkao." Well, goodness.

So how do I let others take care of me? If you have any ideas, suggestions, or warnings, throw them my way. And by "throw" I mean "gently toss." I have never been the best at catching things.

Everything has been and always will be delicate. Everything is resting on a breath, on a branch.

Me, currently.