Tuesday, December 1, 2009

"A Watched Pot Never Boils"

PART ONE: White Light/White Heat

but its true though, isnt it? when youre waiting for something to HAPPEN ..(i wish i was the 60's i wish i could be happy i wish i wish i wish that something would happen...) but then when youre not expecting it WHOOSH! theres the action! the chance encounters, the memories that you can FEEL being burned into your brain..like a stamp or a brand. water scalding your skin. every second is there....the ebb and flow.. the current...the waves.... those songs come on and thats how you know this time the waters hot.

its movin and shakin, dancin and laughin...boiling to the surface just like you wanted!!!

a red stripe, a glass of milk, a twirling language of laughter.


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the light was turning but we ran anyway...a mimosa made me brave, i threw caution to the wind... hello. how are you?

makes you wonder about all the other chances you can take. the people you can meet. the times you wont forget. the perfect timing of it all..the cheers! of the glass, the blaring perfection of "Dont Stop Till You Get Enough," the water changing its molecular makeup..

rumbling and rolling.....steam rising...and then it evaporates.




so then..you go to work, you sing in the car, you make a phone call, you smoke a cigarette, you see your friends, you go for a run...its all the same.. but its not.. somethings changed. the molecules have shifted. you know what its like to boil. to evaporate into nothingness...and now, what it is to be patient . and how to appreciate the waiting.. and the heat.. and the rest.


PART TWO: Tuesday's Gone With the Wind





i was driving so fast it was like the wind turbines were carrying me on and on...music full blast, hair all about.

(cut to): quentin tarantino was RIGHT FUCKING THERE .. he was everything i thought he would be, although his belly took me by surprise..("it was rap but it wasnt rap, it was poetry but it wasnt poetry, it was love but it wasnt love")




{Whaaaaa?? Thanksgiving already?!?! well, bon appetit!}

EPILOGUE: The Gift of Gab

then youre off to this event, and that party, and wearing a dress, and wrapping it up, saying congratulations, and goodbye, and i love you...

and it starts all over.. the wind, the rain, the heat...the waiting.. the patience...

and seriously you guys... i fucking love this shit right here: xoxoxo