I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

Can I get control?
Do you like me vulnerable?
I'm armed and I'm equal.
More fun for the people.

dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I know I contradicted myself, look I don't need that now.

ICEANGEL3911 (12:11:17 AM): AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYFCKYESYEWAHAHBDYEAHEYAHEAYHEAYHEAYHAYHEAYAYAYAYAAYAYAYAYAYFUCUUUUUKSHITYEAH

ICEANGEL3911 (12:12:10 AM): philly just got more beautiful.


LONG STORY SHORT,
I'M BACK IN PHILADELPHIA
FOR THE WEEK

I got my mom & my dog, my michelle, my 268 biddies,

& a million other little happy things.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

today in Hindi a random man walked into our classroom. people began inquiring of him, in Hindi; he looked a little mischievous, a little confused, a little lost but purposeful, like he was trying not to laugh. he walked up to probably the most awkward-looking guy in our class and handed him a big box, and then walked out. everyone stared at him and then at the guy who now had a box in front of him. "do you know him??" "... no." he opened the box. on the bottom it said:
IF IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
IF NOT, OH WELL.


today was a good day. I'm going to see how long it takes me to write 750 words on male vs female hormonal birth control (hopefully less than 6 hours, since that's all I have). I'm going home in a week, right down to the minute... where I will see my loves, eat, sleep, get pierced & shop. I started work & figured out next semester (looks like: hindi, plants, writing, & urban education! hollar) AND i have hot chocolate.

BOMB DIGGITY

They didn't play the Requiem Mass, pie jesu domine... not at my dad's funeral.
there's no choir here and certainly no organ. besides it would have infuriated him to hear about Jesus on his last day as a whole body.

They played Bob Marley.
No Woman No Cry.

When my mom went under for surgery, this is also what she asked the doctors to play.


(Difference between a piano and an organ:
a piano is technically a stringed instrument;
an organ forces air through pipes. Not to mention,
it sounds a lot eerier [despite the fact that we had an organ
at my house for many years I never knew what the difference was]
[of course, there are
electronic versions of each.])


basic instructions before leaving earth
life is a test, may we quest the universe
and through my research I felt the joy and the hurt
the first shall be last and the last shall be first

DerekT (2:47:35 PM): i think you're really an asian, but are pretending to be "mixed"
DerekT (2:47:50 PM): an illegal chinagirl


DerekT (2:50:30 PM): what you 2 going to do?
Kimmuh (2:50:58 PM): take over the world
DerekT (2:52:10 PM): true ambitions of a china girl