"linda.kay"

The Art ~ by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day.
Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther,
losing faster:places, and names,
and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look!
my last, or next-to-last,
of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones.
And, vaster, some realms I owned,
two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-- Even losing you
(the joking voice, a gestureI love)
I shan't have lied.
It's evident the art of losing's
not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

I prefer to wake up within myself.

Some hot food, a dry place.

People are people, I know that.

How do we know who to trust?

Which being is actually my friend?

Being now wounded but with eyes open,

Shall I believe I can decipher a mans heart?

Does having my eyes open mean satisfaction?

Does satisfaction imply true love?

Question is... What is the right question?

~ Me

There is a way we all look at the world, thru our own eyes. When we look in the mirror the person we see is not who everyone else sees. Myself in the mirror is merely a reflection. It is not the real thing. What if we could see ourselves with others eyes? Who would we be then? What thing would change us so?

...there is a sadness that lives in me. A eternal feeling that I may always be alone.

Even when I find love I am alone.

Is this because I know that I will die by myself? There may be friends or a companion there when your body gives out. However, the dieing part you do all by yourself. Just like you come into the light during birth alone, you go back to the dark with death all alone.

Don't get me wrong,

I am not dwelling on something I cannot change.

Merely tossing it about.

I know life is misery and I know it is miraculous beauty.

I know there is miracle in the trees and the way the earth creates gravity.

There is miracle in cement blocks and poodles.

I enjoy being part of the miracle. Even if I don't always appreaciate it.

Maybe I need to stop and watch things again.

You know, like a child does.

Maybe this will help to fill my own void.

My own sense of fear and ever-wanting.

Walking thru life wondering what happens next.Wandering thru the twisted hallways and byways of my eyes. My only love gone. M.y.s.e.l.f. disappeared. Wishing I could go back to the childlike thinking. Knowing now that what will be, must be.And that turning the wheel only changes my direction, it doesn't change the depth of the blade in my back. Here, now, again I find myself, my true self, desperate to run. Suffer my free will to make you think I am right? Not on my watch. Not during my life. I will run. Like a gazelle. Why have you never taken a good look in the mirror? Stare at who you really are. Gaze upon your own free will and how you've used it. Then judge me as tho you are a god. Stand next to me and walk my path. Feel my rage. Drink my happiness. Admire the world then. Find no hatred in me unless it's fed by your own hatred. For there are no two people more alike in such a fashion as this. I will think it thru and consider this: that my life is grander than those who must stand beneath me in order to pull me down. As you stand there, grasping at my ankles, remember you could use my strength to help pull yourself up and out.

Selfishness

He drove himself mad with selfishness.

Doesn't even know it yet.

His friendship with me has come to a end.

Doesn't even make him want to change.

Act a fool the rest of your life.

Doesn't even matter yet.

Die alone without me by your side.

Doesn't really matter, you say?

Luckily, your true spirit showed itself.

Doesn't really matter in the end.

World Trade Center ` The movie

I was upset at first that anyone would make a movie about that day and the heartache. Trying to profit from it.

Then I went to see it, because I have seen all the other movies and just couldn't make myself stay at home. Damn glad I did, and damn glad I stayed for the whole movie. I wanted to leave several times. I can't stand to see people suffer. Yes, I know its a movie, but movies taken from real life are the hardest to endure for me.

Let me say that I cried thru the whole damn thing. It's amazing the courage and selflessness that those people showed that day. I had almost forgot the whole damn thing. I am glad I went to see it.

America and the world are better now for it I believe. I wouldn't have agreed to put anyone though that kind of test, but I am damn proud of Americans and their ability to pull together in such trying times. Like Charlie Daniels said... "We may do a little fighting amoungst ourselves, but you outsiders best leave us alone."

I am proud to be American

Heartaches Are Proof I'm Real

How much can one person take?

What can be done when it won't stop?

How long before I pull up stakes?

I could disappear to all these people I know.

Wishes never come true, it's all a fairytale.

Fairtales are never what they seem.

I know I can't just forget so easily.

No matter the cost.

It's my loss and I welcome it.

Go now, selfish little boy.

Leave me alone, to suffer more.

I, unlike you, will grow.

Heartaches are real.

Therefore I know I am alive.

Waking Up Slow

I had been dreaming of wrestling with a man.
Along comes a child with a feast on a tray.
We stopped our playful game and ate with glee.
Three of us there talking, laughing and enjoying
Each of us happy for our own reasons
To be near the other
Suddenly I begin to get restless on my pillow
My dream eyes begin to open
Something is pulling me away from outdoor lunch
I can't stay with the guys any longer
When coming out of my slumber this day
I miss them dearly
I cannot imagine what they must think
I just vanished without a trace
It was all so different less than 15 minutes ago.

Pen on Paper

I've heard it said that I shouldn't leave anything in writing.
Don't disclose my desires or misgivings in ink to be felt by anyone.
Someone might pick up my unorthodoxed writings,
mistakeing my meanderings for something of a worthwhile read.
I, however disagree.
Everyone should leave something of their thoughts behind.
It should be discovered before your final destination is set in stone,
buried away in some out of the way forest of marble and angels.
My story consists of let downs and triumphs.
Although it is seldom the glory stories that cause me to put pen on paper.

~Don Juan

Death is our eternal companion. It is always to our left, at an arms length. It has always been watching you. It always will until the day it taps you.

The thing to do when you're impatient is... to turn to your left and ask advice from your death. An immense amount of pettiness is dropped if your death makes a gesture to you, or if you catch a glimpse of it, or if you just catch the feeling that your companion is there watching you.

a work in progress

Oceans have waves booming pounding beating out their path where Known waves glide. It's headed this way, tearing, foaming. Bound for the shore, the beach where happiness plays.

Texas vs. California

From CALIFORNIA:

- I can wear sandals all year long

- I go to the Beach - not "down to the shore"

-Our chicks are WAYYYY hotter than yours. Well...Miami can hang.

- I say "like" and "for sure" and "right on" and "dude" and "totally" and "peace out" and "chill" and "tight" and "bro" and I say them often

- I know what real cheese & avocados taste like


-Everyone smokes weed and its no big fucking deal

-We'll roll up 40 deep when something goes down.

-I live next door to Mexicans, but we call them American's!

-All the porn you watch is made here, cause we fuck better and thats how it is

- I don't get snowdays off because theres only snow in Mammoth, Tahoe, Shasta, and Big Bear

- I know 65 mph really means 100

- When someone cuts me off, they get the horn and the finger and high speed chase cuz we dont fuck around on the road

- The drinking age is 21 but everyone starts at 14 (legally 18 if you live close enough to the border)

- My governor can kick your governors ass

- I can go out at midnight

-You judge people based on what area code they live in, and when asked where you're from, you give your area code

- I might get looked at funny by locals when I'm on vacation in their state, but when they find out I'm from California I turn into a Greek GOD

- We don't stop at stop signs... we do a "california roll"
No cop no stop baby!

- I can get fresh and REAL Mexican food 24 hours a day

- All the TV shows you "other" states watch get filmed here

- We're the Golden State. Not the Cheese State. Not the Garden State.....GOLDEN!!!

- We have In-N-Out (Arizona and Vegas are lucky we share that with them)

- I have the most representation in the House of Representatives, which means MY opinion means more than yours, which means I'm better than you [geez.... hahaha]

- The best athletes come from here

*******IF YOU'RE FROM CALIFORNIA, REPOST THIS*******
******IF YOU'RE NOT, GO SIT IN A CORNER AND CRY******

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From TEXAS:


Ahem... So.. Um.. yeah... I read this, and thought I would reply...


Hey... California listen up... Texas is where its at!

- I too can wear sandals all year long... plus I can put on boots to stomp your toes and I won't even stick out.

- You may be able to go to the "beach" instead of the "shore"... but can you go to the drive thru "Beer Barn?" What now surfer boy?

- You're chicks aren't way hotter than ours... they are almost equal... and thats only due to silicone, saline, botox, lasers and hair dye... We have the real ones and they can beat yours up.

- We're taught to say "Yes Sir" and "Yes Ma'am" and respect our elders because of it. We also say "Howdy" and "fixin" and "Yall" are pretty much recognized right away anywhere in the world :) We're famous

- You may know what real cheese and avocados taste like... but I know what 100% Grade A Angus Beef tastes like. Who wants avocados and cheese when you can have steak and potatoes?

- Haha... who do you think grows the weed and sells it to you?

- Why roll 40 deep when something goes down if 5 corn fed country boys can get the job done...

- I live next door to americans, but we call them mexicans

- About your Porn.... 3 words... "Debbie Does Dallas"... You can brag about it now, but we started it (imitation is the sincerest form of flattery... you guys know you love us)

- Why would you brag about not getting snow days off?

- I'm smart enought to know 65mph means 65, but our speed limit is 70.

- - When someone cuts me off, they get run the fuck over by my big ass truck, then I give them the finger and tell them to go back to california.

- The drinking age is 21, but if you aren't chasin the beer by 1 yr old... you're behind.

- Yeah, Well my governor became the President of the United States... yours isn't even eligible.

- You can go out at midnight? Thats nice, I haven't even come home by then.

- Ok... you said,"You judge people based on what area code they live in, and when asked where you're from, you give your area code" and as hard as I try I have no idea what you're talking about... I think you're watching too much tv.

- Yeah, you'll definitely get looked funny when you come to visit but we have another name for you pretty boys, and its not greek, its french.

- Of course you don't stop at stop signs... none of you can drive.

- You can pick up Real mexican food 24 hours a day huh... well I can swing by home depot and pick up 24 Real mexicans anytime of day. Can you say catering?

- All the tv shows get filmed there... but where does your favorite poker game from? Texas Hold'em anyone?

- You can keep your golden state... We're the Lone Star State...

- Do I have to remind you about the drive thru Beer Barn again? Does In-N-Out serve alcohol? (Oh and did I mention Dr. Pepper was created in Texas?)

- You guys have the best athletes huh?... Two words... Lance Armstrong


Though I could mention MICHAEL JOHNSON - Olympic Sprinter, World record holder in 200m and 400m, 5 Olympic Gold metals, 9 time World Champion (born Dallas, Tx)

- Texas is the only state that can legally fly its flag side by side with the U.S. flag at the same height.

- Football is a religion, not a sport

- In Texas, football means football, not soccer.

- 90% of football "movies" you guys are making are about Texas Football.

- Texas is the only state that can still separate to become its own country. The only way California's gonna accomplish that is if another earthquake comes along and you guys sink into the ocean. Can you say Atlantis.... hahaha

Come on Texans Show Your Colors! Repost!

And as the Great Sam Houston once said "Texas could survive without the United States, but the United States could not survive without TEXAS!"

Consider This, Anna Nalick

I've tripped again and things are starting to get interesting
Don't give me choices cause I can't decide
My mind is soaked in words
I've come to terms with all my insecurities
And purity's no friend of mine

And dreaming doesn't do no good
Cause I don't wanna lie
That I'm okay and I'm alright
I'd rather take it and forget it
Consider this a warning
Cause I'll start another fight
And you'll say its all alright
I'll wait for the day when you find I'm too much for you, baby
So lay your hands over me
And feel what you only see
But don't bother wasting your time if you're trying to change me

You're kinda cool but I know better than to break the rules
Of messin' with a lesson that I'll never learn
I'll go from bad to worse and later back to better
But I'll never better bridges that I'm bent to burn

And dreaming doesn't do no good
Cause I don't wanna lie
That I'm okay and I'm alright
I'd rather take it and forget it
Consider this a warning
Cause I'll start another fight
And you'll say its all alright
I'll wait for the day when you find I'm too much for you, baby
So lay your hands over me
And feel what you only see
But don't bother wasting your time if you're trying to change me

This is a warning
This is a warning
This is a warning

And dreaming doesn't do no good
Cause I don't wanna lie
That I'm okay and I'm alright
I'd rather take it and forget it
Consider this a warning
Cause I'll start another fight
And you'll say its all alright
I'll wait for the day when you find I'm too much for you, baby
So lay your hands over me
And feel what you only see
But don't bother wasting your time if you're trying to change me
If you're trying to change me

~~~~~This is what song writing is all about~~~~~

To Me Be True

Life has its ways of turning things around.
My blood runs thin, my temper tested.
Alas, my anger holds up and my chest is calm.
Breathing is easy now, away from the heat.
My thoughts are clearer now, resting peacefully.
I am hoping for a change of attitude.
Another chance to be the fool I am.
A veil to cover my misguided dreams.
Dreams that certainly will be true.
Heartbreakers cannot help but make me.
Earthshakers will be joyful to break in.
Most of all... Linda to me will be true ^.~

I'm Not Ready to Make Nice

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting

I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting

~ Dixie Chicks

Life
is an adventure in forgiveness.

No Music Tonight

I don't have the music playing. I got some shit on my mind and music will only eat away at it now.

Tell me something important. How manys times does a person have to get fucked over before they should go ahead, get mad, reach out, and bitch slap someone who deserves it? Not just any bitch slap either... It should sting one's very existance. But... petty little games will get you nowhere. Life is better if remembered this way.

Okay..no bitch slapping happened here. Never found out who put the Kyro Syrup in my gas tank, but thus is life. I got over it. Everyone thinks I should bow down, forgive and forget. Okay.. this time its done. Poof!

Every Delightful Drop

If only I could remember every word you've ever said to me.
If I could recall them each I would repeat them constantly.
I would tattoo my body with your thoughts, and be covered.

I have drowned in your voice, and it saved me from death.
I taste your energy, I feel no hunger.
The touch of your honest soul has purified my core.

If I could remember every word you've said to me,
I would crawl into my head just to hear it all again.

Tied and bound, gagged and choked, shaking and scared.
I have given you my soul, my insides, without guilt.
You hold my life in your hands and I will die without you.
I will know what purity is with a wicked, torn soul.
I will die like a virgin floating on her own orgasm.

You have devoured my tears and made them wine.
There is only your love to control my chaos.
Only your laughter to lull me from my endless sleep.

Oh, if only I could remember all those words.

To: Him, to You, to Us, to Me.

Being Me Again...

Been in this small town. Simple people with simple ways.
People judging others for what they wish they were brave enough to be.

Changing for others is not being true to me.

I was encircled by darkness, eager to find light.

Forever trying to find me.

All along I was in the wrong place at the right time.

Two years past and lessons learned.

Dropped it that day.

Dancing in circles without music.

Many men gone thru. Many tears fall off swollen cheeks.
Energy wasted on what was never meant to be.

Torn in pieces for the last time.

Love given without regard to the art of soulmates.

Stolen memories that should have never been.

Healthy burdens make it alright.
Much too bright~eyed for these simple souls.

Dark angels hanging from the ceiling lighting my way to the darkness.

Horses thundered above.

No more suffering in this realm.
Gonna find a love thats gonna last.
Going to grow my hair down to my knees.

Gonna sing at my lungs full capacity.
Gonna get off the ground and fly.

Gonna dance with the music full blast.

Can you hear me growing?

Leaving your simplicities behind, I won't forget the glare in your eyes.
Write my life story. Write about my tears and breakdowns.

Leave out the small town villians? Not a chance.

Goodbye to this life.

You have created a monster who is able to leave it all behind.
Thank you simple minded people in this simple town.

Thanks for reminding to be me again.

Magicians and their Bears....

Movin. Headed to the desert. What will they all say? Nevermind what they all say they think. What do you really think. lol. Don't bullshit yourself into thinking I am laughing. It's not a laughing matter.

I heard I am moving, climbing, loving again. I'd be in seizures for you. Only my distance from you will be reclaimed. Horses haunt my rejections. Black and white ones glaring into my flesh from the inside. It's familiar, like singing while thinking of you. Happy.

Hopefilled. Maybe thats all it takes. Hope. Sky blue drops of eyes, your eyes witness that my life is worthy. It needs observation, this thing.

I let go and forgive...

...Undeniably Forgiveable.
What was I thinkin'

Standin in line waitin

Waitin for some boots to lick.

I live for the nightmares

Opinionless and breathin shallow

As I fell there I ruptured myself so easily clinging, stretching, stuck and consumed by your darkness. Once upon a time scared, not tonight, not here, not ashamed lips are willing to spill juices upon dark colored sheets.

So there it was all along

Consuming ~ in past times ~ teaching a lost one

Threathened only by suggestion of no

Hearing voices tremble for me

Singing at the top of my lungs.

Screaming my name out to you.

Footsteps

I don't really know where I am headed.
I see a distant crossroads sign up ahead.
Which way does one travel when you've
never made that decision before?
How do you know it's time to move on?
How do you understand that maybe the
crossroad will lead you back to the roads
you traveled long ago?
It seems to me a change is needed.
Yet change is the one constant in my life.
Have I become stagnate?
Have I become to fragile for adventure?
Have I allowed myself to grow complacent?
Lazy? Tired? Lonely? Helpless?
And if I chose a different life... will it be a
better life?
Which way do I go? How do you know?

Hurt

It's been a year or more since last we met.
It looks to me you're still my perfect fit.
Times were hurtful back then, I remember.
Nevermind how you treated my faithfulness.
Nevermind how you offended my love.
I was good to you and you threw it away.
But I will not hurt forever. I shall not hurt long.
I have moved on. And he is waiting to be loved.
Never again will you, my love, make me hurt.

I am Watching You and...

...My eyes are open wide now.

They may not have been before.

Learning who I am not.
Day one at a time,
Day two left behind.

Delusions of splendor and peacefulness

are comfortable and ever so needed.

This hour is my happiness.

You cannot destroy me.

I know this because my eyes are open wide now.

I LOVE this....

Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise
From outward things, whate're you may believe.
There is an inmost center in us all,
Where truth abides in fullness; and around,
Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in,
This perfect, clear perception – which is truth.
A battling and perverting carnal mesh
Binds it, and makes all error:
and, to KNOW, Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendor may escape,
Than in effecting an entry for a light
Supposed to be without…

'Tis time
New hopes should animate the world,
New light
Should dawn from new revealings…


From "Paracelsus"
Robert Browning

Where is That Someone Special?

If I met a man... would he be so together and kind... softspoken and beautiful.

Would he worship me for being me... fucked up me.

No false compliments, no lies.

Would he not be jealous or overbearing. Maybe he wouldn't freak cause other men talk to me.

Would he not flirt around. Maybe he'd see no point in it.

Did I mention he's a beautiful person? Eyes even the stars worship.

I

Will

Trust

This

Man

with everything and all of me. With all my d.i.r.t.y. secrets.

It's nice to know he'll never use them against me.

Is it that there are people in this world like him?

How is it that there aren't more?

Someone special for me? All mine?

Love Music Uncontrolled

You see we are like everything calm
We talk and it plays like uncontrolled love
It sounds of love and has no boundries
Walking with you would be life
A beautiful colorful notion unseen till now
A notion of being there with cellos playing
A ballad all our own... a hint of peacefulness
Peaceful whirlpools of new music
It would be like the sounds of love

Once Again

Once again we speak
Once again my heart beats
Can't believe it's been so long
How did it happen? What went wrong?
Your voice like a old friend
Never forgotten, always helps me mend
I feel better today than before
Your friendship my faith restored
Thanks for being you
Once again.

Density Forsaken

Aware of nothing and no one
Dreaming vivid colors that transend playfulness
Holding strong thoughts with suspended joy
Fields of stained and shattered musings
Calendars of harvest leave such frightful normal days
Healthy only because of an insane innocence
Tripping on thoughts of you, dependent on u
Breathing, clinging, wanting u
Knowing nothing of you.

It was a Sweet Touch Nonetheless

Recovering from long ago spent nights with you
I look back now and realize what's been missing.
The touch of the fire that consumed us.
The smell of those delicious human givings.
I long for that embrace that sets me free again.

Now gone it hurts.
Left alone without your aroma lingering
It hurts, It hurts, It hurts

A gift from Him

I can't get enough of your eyes
and I can feel the soft skin of your inner thighs on my cheeks
this is lovely, purely lovely
A woman so oceanic, moonpulled and tidal
sometimes softly laps at my shoreline, sometimes tears at it
with raked fingernails
Always, always, always
to moisten me
and to draw my mountains into the depth of her bosom
the earth levels out like that
in perfect symmetry

The way I cum...

...that fluid.......is called Amrita........sanskrit for Goddess Water

Summer Time Blues

Rustic chairs with patina throws
Country charm with velvet ropes
Giant mirrors boldly displayed
Farm house tables equal many feasts
Pastel colors make it sophisicated
French wallpaper make it alive
Seersucker drapes add the privacy
Triple layers of tablecloths
100 year old plates hang on the walls
Scented candles add the flavor
I see everything as whimsical,
Everything as a perfect summer retreat

Rachael said....

yea sleep...
didn't sleep well last night...
my lover is .....

(she wipes a dramatic tear from her dramatic face)

my lover is a blanket hog.
yea my toes and ta ta are still defrosting...
you could have cut diamonds with my nipples at around 5:30 this morning

I Do Not Love You

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,
"So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.

-Pablo Neruda

Bah!

That's all i wanted to say.

Stupid Me...

...I want to be mad, I want to hate life.
I want to adore you, and still end up loving you.
I want to feel pain, and know it ends.
I want to extract blood, taste it.
I want to scream in such a fashion someone would listen.
I want to worship a man.
I want to be wanted for being me, fucked up me.
I want to write poetry, that people will get.
I want to touch you and you trust me.
I want to dance on the beach.
I want to know what true love feels like.

This is...

...my nest of written footsteps. Mostly off the hip... Always from the heart.

Talk to me

Lies Unfold

Each word spills as hearts die
t.r.u.t.h. is done
Aching to know even with the hurting,
knowing without comprehending
The earth moves my hand to strike.
The pain my voice spits.
Serpent tongue with sweet drippings.
Designed to fulfill envious yearnings.

Today I Breathe...

Today started like any other
Didn't want to get up
But needed to pee
Roll around in bed
With muted speech
Damn dogs won't shut up
Awake I am without meaning
But breathing

Peaceful Life

I worry not about tomorrow anymore...
Too much trouble.
I like the quiet of solitude.
I love the peacefulness of doing it my way.
Catching fireflies alone in the dark...
Makes me understand the beauty of life.
Alone I walk, without thee...
Breathing...
Alone and Right, like a Peaceful Life.

you!

more like they fall out.
Hungry eyes rarely whisper

Eye Sore Sighted...

I can't get enough of it.

Swarms of pointless gestures.

Caught standing upside down.

Accepting nothing, holding it all.

P.e.a.c.e. will forever feel like prison.

Shoulders hurt.

I can't get enough.