Ok well now it’s time to head the second half of this game. First two quarters were brutal, lots of tackles, takedowns and interceptions- not to mention the qb keeps bitching about his stomach.
All these things are but petty affectations
Those standards will have to be revamped
They can’t mean anything if no one cares
A blogger felt this was worthy of repost. I’m making something new even as we speak as I am stuck somewhere
Dying is ecstasy
When you feel the heat
And you start to run
I touch sky
And melt clouds
Till sunset make the colors run
And dying is such ecstasy
On a summer day
In the six o’clock heat
In the month of may
Dying is such ecstasy
I can’t wait to see you
When we get away
Peeling open and burning
Tiny pincers tearing
As tiny claws- ripping
Little crab claws
Feels like dying
Dying in the spring
Getting all pale
Is this really
The starving season?
I’m being ripped apart
And who knows why
what am I going to eat
like some turkey? Some chicken? Some beef?
hahaha roast beer.
not a solid choice
a thin ice sandwich
and no bacon burger
but really hungry nonetheless
down for some chicken, some macaroni
or like thai style stuff in curry
I’d eat that with an Oreo mcsnorio freeze
and be all fat by the next sunrise
and then thinking of breakfast….
mimosas say the least and
screwdrivers tell too much
this isn’t anything really here
if your looking to eat.
thought this was a fun one sorta with a creepy little twinge to it like minor keys at midnight 🙂
have fun and enjoy this saturday everybody.
Heavy fluttering adrenaline
Searches for an empty space
In the dark.
A title alike its name, this lune is an interpretation of anxiety, but is also inspired by the feelings I’ve had entering an audition. Excitement can be overwhelming and the first task is to find a vacant spot in the studio. Today we entered class chattering, to find a pitch black theatre, lit by a small table lamp sitting on the piano in the corner. The scene was both serene and sinister, and senses somehow both restricted and heightened, as we warmed up in hushed conversation and darkness. (Lights were turned on before we started dancing, thank goodness!)
Thanks for reading,
“We’re gonna be big big stars”
Good ole charisma
These flowers are on a tree. To shoot them I’m standing on tip-toe with the camera in my outstretched arms. There’s a running debate about whether power cables detract from the beauty of a photo, personally I don’t have a problem with them, to me they add to the photo.
I see the blooms are starting to wither a little, so probably will be seed buds soon !
I’m just the photographer, not a botanist, so no idea what species they are …
“Glorious bloomeria” probably 🙂
Taken in Thailand (c) Don Charisma