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[thedarksiren2]

in another life I see you
as an angel flying high
and the hands of time will free you
you will cast your chains aside
and the dawn will come and kiss away
every tear that's ever fallen from your eyes...

I've worn dirty socks for days
because I've had no time to do laundry
no time to sort through the mess I knew would ensue

Maybe that was my problem
I anticipated too much

Maybe I just need to observe
no reaction
no action
but watching.

Leaves me quiet longer.

dancing in the garden
are you there?
are you there?

I am always quiet.
in that noisy kinda way.

Abe Lincoln said something about men who stay silent when they should protest are cowards.

No, not so many words.
Much more elegant. much much more.

heh
I've lost my elegance.
Should I put up signs on bar walls that ask, "have you seen me?"


I wonder what my elegance would look like on posterboard.


wukkah-wukkah dryer, yay...clean socks and undies.
No worries, those have been clean.
Just not the *sexy* ones.

And what makes us sexy?
Is it our curves
our shaven legs
our stubble
our filth
our cleanliness?

Is it our way of expressing what makes us tick
or tock?

Is it merely our strength
or our frailty?

Butthead thinks I am sexy in my velvet house-pants and Pink Floyd t-shirt
with big fuzzy black slippers
no make-up
and a black sweater.

How do i know my bird thinks I am sexy, you wonder?

cuz he is cat-calling at me.

what a fucked-up phrase for a bird...

it's you...