Cherished Misery, Inc.: I did not die

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

I did not die

I did however start the day at the bus stop watching the mangiest squirrel eat a cherry off the ground and it was SO EFFING cute...with his little hands and little mouth...munching on it...I took a grape out of my lunch and threw it at him...he picked it right up and munched on it...I truly though I would die from the cuteness.
Then when he discarded the grape he just stared at me - willing me to throw more food at him...the never-ending stare. It worked. I will take peanuts tomorrow morning.

Work was long, hot and draggy as fuck as I am half speed and sloth-like right now...but it is what it is...only 2 more days til the weekend!

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My Beloved Henry Rollins

"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."