constantly a windy tornado kinetic

something i wrote last year, still like it. i still like music too.

metaphorically a song popular
imbedded with an permanent stamp
a thumbprint trip
an old jazz song keeps on creeping back
my favorite track
with that familiar click
that record pop
keeps on spinnin back around
an instantanious eye sight
within the soul so clear
feels like you are hear...

but back to that birdland
of head trips
how else can i say obsession magnetic-
constantly a windy tornado kinetic.

her amazingmind is here amazing mind is

as i sit down, happiness. my reply to this feeling: "that makes me want to touch my breasts." So, the right thing to do, commence, yes, in the middle of hyde park Echo. cow barbecue, pickles, fries, side of glier's goetta, what more perfection could life throw up into my friday face? this shit is awesome! so greatness, i want to touch them again.
*touching breasts now*
days full of this will make my weekendless. i love to eat with family and friends. (but the side o' goetta costs $3.75)

i am inside tonight, but this is not something i am forced to do, i have a yittle three year old who is a colorful time and we will have many fun things tonight together, books, watercolors, magic phones, pink pleather boots with velcro straps. she makes me so happy and amazed, thankful beyond comprehension. the yittle one who smiles and lllllaughs all de time wif her mommie.

she has a my little kitty pink lips case. this is the thing she wants to take to show and share every friday at her pre-school. the call it 'show and share' now, not 'show and tell.'

everyday when she leaves, she gives a hug to all the teachers and her friends, telling them goodbye. her preschool is great and i love all the adults who run it. nurturing love is flowing and has helped my yittle one grow and flourish, all to the tune of a wide variety of teacup train mountain Bonnie spider songs jumping on the bed, yittle bunny fu fu out in the field gets lots of mention on the way home as well. wow, and i can't forget the twinkle twinkle abc star zydeco.

and she just informed me two seconds ago, "mom, i am taking my beby to school."

she sets up here yittle yellow chairs in a row (the car) and puts here baby in the back chair.

bye bye zyah, i'll see you on the flip side.

she makes me flip out all the time, her amazingmind is.

what is this think on my breath?

overall, i had a lovely time that day. hung out with someone very greatness cool, smiles, random conversations and scenes with colorful thoughts, laughing, stories, lakes, gravy cheese, wanderings and wondering whens by the amazing squirrel tree and the white grave stone rock. looking away to not let the other one see it, yet knowing he could, driving the words away to some other place far away but still in the back yard of where the drive came from, fun although.

i tripped in a cemetery and messed up my toe, coldness, jackets, scarves, piggy back rides. purple and blue bursa joint tie dye stained, pain pills, limps, hops, and imaginary yells under my breath: i make it through another day at the job place, in a haze, not sure still if it really happened, if i am still here or there, or if i am about to wake up on thursday morning still last friday night's dream, (!) who are all these people? and why am i here, what is this think on my breath? why do i do this? what is that in front of my nose, since when have i been wearing glasses, who just said my name...?

THIS WILL BE A NIGHT TO REMEMBER! (or not...

i helped throw a party, it was fun, everybody had fun. the first people to grace the front door were ordered to shoot a sip of Petrone...
there was great food
music
drunken people
cool chicks
cool dudes
lots of alcohol
coffee table herbs
sweet conversation
Pfizer and Roche visited as well, good times.

i said as the night began, "This will be a night to remember... or not...
let's get drunk!"

two music nazis, (TWO), blurred eyeball pictures, fuzzy goodbyes and wishes, strawberry cream cheese nilla wafers, my brother and his "yo! occupado, man!" in the dark bathroom, empty bottle of whiskey with a question and empty looks, tight pants, smiles gleaming while eyes tear up with laughter, smoke, more smoke, more smoke, pink hair, laughter, back yard tree houses, baby jesus, joseph, and mary holding the fort down out back, christmas lights, a cool cane, excited conversations aimed at tearing it all down, people i have known for 22 years, wow, an overall great time. and even though i do not remember the night for the most part, i do know i had a ton of fun, and i also know i will do it again...