whiskey sermons/tequila psalms

magnet speak random thoughts:

-do you enjoy hot cherry tongue kisses while your faithful swing crush craves withdrawal or love or understanding?

-broken girls dance my soul complete because i am just like them.

-cosmic betrayal of clueless things



of course the resolutions:

1. quit smoking as a habit.

2. workout more than "occasionally".

3. make new and interesting friends.

4. stay true to my girls

5. really live for the 1st time.

6. finish a novel or two.

7. collect more tattoos and maybe a new piercing or two.



and since it is past midnight and i'm alone and the kids are asleep...

the tats i want (and, yes, i'm in love with words/language)

"para los locos y los angeles"

"vous etez l'air je respire quand j'obstrue" (saw this somewhere and love it)

"break the sun" a philosophy and hopefully a spine tat.

"baby-o, i can show you enough to love to break your heart forever"



all these are words i have kept tight in my soul that speak the world to me. hope everyone had a happy new year and may the next bring beauty and wonder and somekind of peace.

(copied from myspace blog. too many damn blogs. seriously. over there under "breakthesun", btw. heh.)

ws22:1 how many fucking secrets am i going to have to keep? honesty is bullshit.


ws43:7 Forever echoes. it's been forever since i last held you. so long, yet the echoes feel fresh.


tp vxi:111 slip down past disbelief and just accept it. nothing else to do really.

tp xiv angels only fall cuz they jump. think on that. messiah tinged whiskey whispers. there's a flash of faith, a glimmer of divine and it gets all dirty and don't come out anywhere near right.

tp xvii slip slide over whiskey tequila tongue messiah lips all glorious and divine truth scented sex.

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no sermon. just an observation:

there comes a point when it is time to dream other dreams. when what was once important in life, those goals you strived so long and so hard to obtain... just kinda fade back, ya know? dream other dreams. life takes on new meaning and you realize you've spent so long chasing shangri-la that you're not even sure what you've missed along the way. and you realize you won't catch it. not because you can't, but because it is no longer worth it to you. there are more important things. like life. like living and being here. like showing beautiful little gypsy girls the world. as a great beat woman once said:

"i can show you enough to love
to break your heart forever."

goddamn right, baby-o. goddamn right.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

9:1 that emotion got so big, there wasn't no place to put it anymore.

11:6 slip down past disbelief and just accept it. nothing else to do really.

ws#4: Catch a fire and let it burn yearn for the moment. let forever slip away. let it all not matter for a little bit.

maybe, just maybe, you'll catch a little of that peace, that divine that peeks out from deep deep down past all the smoke and mirrors. maybe we can find that in each other. only problem is, you gotta try. ain't nothin ever come from letting life pass. gotta grab hold. gotta rage through. gotta rave on, baby-o. no excuses. no bullshit.

ws#5: you ever come down out of fast forward and just look around?

you might have forever. then again, you might not. always dream like you have a million tomorrows and live like you have only today. be a james dean or a marlon brando or a roxy. never let a day go by that you forget to live.

link to a poem i'd forgotton i'd written. i kinda like it better now thank when it was new. odd, that. heh.

http://divineanimal.com/marchedition/dead_language.htm

heh. life got a bit busy. moving, sick kids (tis the season), work workwork. yeah. new place rocks. huge, beautiful (normally not two adjectives i put together). has a fireplace that really works. and free heat (well, no gas bill anyway. living above buisnesses has its advantages). and hopefully internet access soon. then maybe i can actually keep this damn thing updated. i have some more sermons and psalms to post, just haven't had the time.

Sometimes there's too much life getting in the way of living.


When you realize no one is really in charge. There are no answers for everything. You become the adult. How fucked up is that? Nihilism anyone?


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running through life all acapella, raging out through a monologue.

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New places, new faces, yet the passions stay the same. friends sneak in and steal up close and before you realize it, you're holding on tight and hoping the ride lasts. falling into a life and discovering that you have control, that you actually get to - have to - make the fucking choices... nothing like freedom to wake one up, eh?

certain people spin all lazy languid through life. some blast through like a shooting star. some just have no fucking clue. not a single flickering, misfired synapse worth of wonder. and it's all about the wonder, ain't it? being reduced to insignificance by it all and loving til it hurts. anykind of wonder. those people, the ones who see with eyes wide open and rave on anyway. that kind of passion. that kind of wonder. goddamn yeah, man.

that. and the hip thing.

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A laugh gone all quiet giddy.

"We're playing around each other like somekind of school children," comes out an almost whisper.


- from "conversations" (real... but, that's all there really is, eh?)