A Journal of Sorts
"she comes in colors" ~ Rolling Stones ~ oh one of two oh three ummm, and a one and a two and a three? noting the numeric structure of dates that will never come again on this calendar in this liftime unless this body lives another hundred years... good grief, I better start taking better care of it, huh?... noting some signs of sleep deprivation... curious how that sneaks up on me after a few weeks... a shower would help... a hot shower I hope, it's cold (I'm at Florey and Mina's... at least I'm still good for moral support these days... don't know where the energy comes from, but as long as it's inside I'll share it... anyway, there's no heat and it dropped into the 40s here last night... they'll need to get the air conditioner situation fixed before it gets too hot again cuz they're really going to need it... this has been an exceptionally cold winter for Florida, but usually it's not a challenge to get away without heat around here... we'll see how much I can pull out of my budget next month... if anything... don't count chickens before they hatch and all)... it's time for a plug... yeah, rare of me, huh?... well, one of my favorite online journal people deserves the award she's up for, so go say hello and see if you enjoy her as much as I do... she's consumably delicious... lickable dream oh tangerine words won't tell you how you amuse me see what I mean shows in your eyes between the lines doesn't refuse me doesn't confuse me how you amuse me wish you would chose me wish you would use me I'll be your friend when all the others fade away when it seems too hard to get anyone to stay I'll be for you no matter what you go for when nobody believes you I'll believe even more consumable dream oh tangerine take these few words for what they're worth see what I mean glints in your eyes and in the spaces width and the girth how deep your dirth I feel your mirth cheer for your birth more is your worth to me I'll be your friend... see what just a few words can do?... go ahead, read the inspiration... she deserves better, but my fingers are cold and I'm kinda groggy and sitting awkwardly and I'll have my list of excuses updated and postmarked by Friday... I trust she'll understand... she writes, after all... uses words, even J maybe to be polite I should change lickable to literary? what can I say?... sometimes someone comes along and expresses in words a personality that is at once beautiful and inspiring... adorable exhuberance and slices of pathos blended gently and served with simplicity and a smile... kind of the opposite of my heavy to digest ramblings here in some ways... I mean, she's a neatly structured artistically designed visually beautiful tapestry of words and images and I am just a big blob of babble slapped onto each page... and yet, I see more similarities than differences between the lines (maybe cuz I want to, but why doesn't matter when it is)... so today's journal is a mini-tribute to a tangerine... a tangerine girl, that is... long may she ripen J |
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