Yoga is about stillness. I’m missing the chance to learn from women that understand this far better than I do. I’m staying home because the stillness of today is amazing. I’m alone. I don’t have work today. I don’t have chores. I don’t have responsibility. At least nothing pressing. The list of shoulds in my head could take over if I think too hard. So my yoga practice today is to remain still.
Eventually I’ll need food.
I got distracted and didn’t post yesterday. So as a special treat…
Blue eyes capture me
Honest
Sincere
Clearly wanting what I have
I will give it up
And then move on.
The best thing about me is honesty. It makes me a polarizing presence; basically a snake. I pretty, slow-moving and prone to attack when startled. Snakes are primal. When they look at your, they see nothing. You have to either interact or look like food to get my attention. But really my attention is of dubious value.
I’m that asshole you want to fuck.
I went out even though I’m depressed. Karaoke is harmless fun and on a Wednesday night there’s little chance it’ll be crowded. My friend came by work just to get me out. How can I refuse that? Continue reading Buck up
I missed yesterday. Overslept and worked a double. Today there are no excuses.
Imagine a world without television. Not the physical object – the collection of artistic consumer-driven expression affectionately called teevee. Hollywood used to treat weekly programs as the red-headed step child of real productions. Movies make stars and television makes ratings. The artistry of a movie is in the acting and directing. Bad writing is compensated by the other elements of production. TV shows don’t have as much wiggle room. To get viewers you must have good writing. A great cast is almost as important but I’ve seen great shows make mediocre actors into stars. Just as I’ve seen movies where excellent acting elevates a bad script.
It’s a challenge to stay fresh on a low budget. You have to have a spark of creativity fueling the fire. You must connect to basic human nature and draw fans into a world that they believe exists.
It also helps to have a hot chick.
One Two Three
Punch
Bowling into memory
Not there
Don’t remember
WHO IS THAT?
Painted whore
Valued as nothing
Given everything
Too common
To Rebel
Too sharp
To Educate
Too female
To consider an equal.
Nesting as the egg
Flying as the chicken.
Today, I slept.
I’ve felt this feeling before.
Not just lonely
Forgotten
Dead to the world
Unnoticed
A glimpse for many
Pictured in a different world.
I want more.
Rather be alone
Than tolerated.
I want respect
More than attention.
I’m depressed
Not desperate.
Do women wear less and less clothing as every festival winds down or is it just a punk thing? Clothing should never be a reason to stay home.
I want The Gloryholes to play my birthday. You think I’m kidding but I’m not. I won’t rule anything out until I actually hear the word NO.
The show at Hi Tone last night was the most fun I’ve had there this year. Pears made me wish I was young enough to be a slutty groupie again.
Resting up with my cat. Like you do.
Watching the Wheels…