Month: April 2013

  • Learning to Fly


    They saw a big raven
    It glided down the sky
    She touched it
    Ohh...

    I try to be good, but I want to be a bird so I pretend that I can fly.  I try to follow the rules, but the world feels in slow motion and all my thoughts can catch up to me and why should it matter if they do.  There is nothing like taking hills and curves at 80, 85, 100 mph.  If I could, I would open the windows and listen to the wind blowing.  Let my arm hang out so I can feel the breeze.  However, I want to live and since my body thinks pollen is more dangerous to my body than inflammation, I breathe recycled air, I cannot.  I want to be a bird, just like the falcons and eagles that circled the sky above me.  I want to fly so arrived at my destination an hour and forty minutes early despite the fact I left later.  A bird, that's what I am and I can fly.

    Yes, sir I heard you revving your engine at me in your big truck with the Auburn vanity plates.  Don't think you intimidated me in the least.  Had I not been in a V4, I would have revved mine, too.  Had I not been in Auburn Country for civilized business, I would have smiled, flashed you, and left you in the dust.  I did leave you in the dust.  In a car with a V4 engine and if you were heading my way, I would have continued to leave you in the dust, in my V4 engine.  I may be a little bird, but I can still fly.  And oh, yes.  ROLL TIDE.

    Then there were many, many thoughts about people, places, and things I wish I could leave behind so I can't do the speed limit; not when there are hills and curves to conquer at flying speeds.

  • Kill the Sun


    I hate the sun that burns in my jealous sky.


    I hate the twisted things in my heart begging to see the light.
      
    Please take your joy somewhere else.


    I hate the hope that it brings
     

    Hope is poisonous and blinding for my soul


    and I want to go home where hope doesn't exist.

  • DOWP: Non sequitor (triggering image)

    Sweet, was her smile when she thought she had had me. It made her tears even better when her anti-cock trap didn't work like they said it would.  Poor, thing.  Pain was pain.  It could be dealt with now or later. She must have been waiting for me with great anticipation since she was wearing a trap for me.  Sometimes I think it must hurt for a woman to try to interpret things for herself without anyone there to tell her how to do it. I don't know why they do it, but women shouldn't think.  It wastes everyone's time.   She could not see the scars I bore on the inside or out, but I would become one of hers.  And this new one that she left me with would just be my red badge of courage.

    This was inspired by discussions I have had about the Rape-Axe, which for ethical reasons beyond the fact it would most likely just cause retaliation, will never be released as an actual product.  This source claims that the inventor states that she spoke with prisoners that said they would think about not doing it if a woman was wearing one.  "Think about" are the operative words lady.  Stating that they would THINK about not doing something is not the same as stating that they would be deterred. I'm going with the comments from the men that said, women have other holes, or my favorite, it can be cut off with a knife (fucking romantic).
    DOWP Non sequitor @pallidpen

    Feelin' uninspired
    Think I'll start a fire
    Everybody run
    Bobby's got a gun
    Think you're kinda neat
    Then she tells me I'm a creep
    Friends don't mean a thing
    Guess I'll leave it up to me

    Take time with a wounded hand
    'Cause it likes to heal
    Take time with a wounded hand
    Guess I like to steal
    Take time with a wounded hand
    'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal

    Creep
    Stone Temple Pilots

    At least when you cry now, he can't even hear you.

    Blood Roses
    Tori Amos