If you have any intention of scaring people, or being secretive or more ninja like, you should get a unitard.

It could change your life.

When I did have them filled in, I noticed that I always got food stuck in them, whereas normally and still today, I don't.

Slowly but surely, my fillings broke and came out. No bother.

I would file them down, if I was ignorant to how much that would hurt. The thought of hitting a nerve with a file makes me cringe.

The dentist that filled my teeth was a good man. I understand now that he is a roadie dentist. Going town to town in his VW filling peoples teeth in here and making kids smile there.

I don't remember him having bad breathe, as it is something I remember in a lot of other dentists or doctors.

He would be happy to know that I am sure.

I like silouettes against an evening sky. The beauty of someone outlined. It is magical and mysterious.

I hope you find beauty in your night sky.

But if you ever have the opprotunity to sit and quietly witness, the people that don't play the parts well are very transparent. They put aside all their true loves...that passing song that might have made them tap their toe, oh watch out...don't do that, it ain't cool babe!  The friendship that could have been...

I was in a group of people, and someone needed a cell phone....everyone laughed. Who, here, would have a cell phone? I won't ever own a cell phone, they call out... That is when I mention, well, I have a cell phone, but it is at my home. I am certainly not bound to my phone, but when I need it, I am pratically happy that I have it.

No one else pitched up, so it was assumed that no one else had phone.  But, later, in a dark corner, a pale, thin lipped female quickly text messaged a friend, and I felt a pity for her that I feel for people trapped, prisoners..

I guess to sum up what I am trying to express, which is hard to express, I don't have time for these fucking idiots.

The following evening, I was gallavanting with a gang of people who are really living life, are tasting all parts of life, they are not constrainted to a certain culture, or image ..... because they like costume parties perhaps.....but I said to them, thank you all for being so awesome and real and genuine.

I leave my weekend, with the thought of my quest in life.  Regardless of backgrounds,  I will revel in the company of all.  It opens your world up for a better perspective, and leaves you with the company of your own true choices and desires.  I get so much out of life from the people around me.  The more you roll in it, the more you see and know what you want.....

So, please, go kindly into this brutal world. Welcome new people into the room, make eye contact with strangers and walk tall my friends...

My pants now stand in my yard. Sometimes I miss wearing them, but really I am just annoyed because I have had to move my line to another area in the yard, and that was the best spot.

But I just can't be brought to taking my pants down.

Oh, the ocean....

When the sun comes you will see him anew
you will love him as if he has never left you.
He will craddle you in his arms, oh so right,
all day until the early evening light.

He will leave you for days on end,
up until then he seemd like a really good friend.
You thought he loved you, he'd kept you oh so warm,
only to leave you in a wicked, wicked storm.

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Do any of you wonder what my voice sounds like?

I wonder what my voice sounds like in your head.

They came at night, after a day which burned and bruised. They spoke french and spoke openly and lovingly.

Cool breezes kissed my face this weekend and made me want to move to Istanbul.

They came in music, they twirled me on a dance floor which was pounded by love and lust.

Cool breezes came out of pop up books and mystery.  They were dressed in drag, they were disgusting and beautiful.

                         Cool breezes are liberating me.  I  hope that you are kissed.  

                                                                         x o

The sun beat down on me like some fathers do to their families. I have red sun burns on my chest and left shoulder, but the burning sensation reminds me that I am sensitive, but still strong.

When your neighbor massages your burned shoulders, and is innocently rubbing your hair on it to cause awful friction, but you don't ask him to stop, means that you do need to take the time to get a professional massage.

I need a sponsor.

I want to ride on someones coat tails, meanwhile bringing them joy through my own joy and love and art and friendship.  But it is inevitable that I would leave that person, but it would be mutual. No feelings hurt and no promises made. Just fun!

I danced the Salsa and Pachada in cowgirl boots and felt a little out of place. So, next week I think I will wear a track suit and have a fake boner the whole time, becuase I seen that once, and I still talk about it. It was embarrassing. I couldn't stop staring at him and his tent.

I imagined camping there, and if it would have been a full moon, the tent would have had a nice glow. But since it was a cresent moon, I passed up the opprotunity.

Go shake it everyone. Shake your soul.

you will go to him.

When the Sun comes,

you will go to him.

When the Sun comes,

you will follow him.

When the Sun comes,

you will whorship him.

Everybody does.

Everybody does.