Maimed for Life

Who will save or maim me? 

Who is the deliverer of Soul?

In what time is there a need for salvation? Is there some time or place in which we are already saved? Are there some times and places in which we need suffer, as a part of our purpose?

Time has its own purpose, does it not?

Does a place not have its own purpose?

Time and places do not exist to serve me, do they?

Time, time never stops...but places can change.

...and we, we can change.

don't come to my door

most times i want to be alone
i want to know that i have that choice
without having to explain myself to anyone
without having to smile at you or talk to you

stop talking to me, for goodness' sake!
why are you standing that close to me?
why do you need to keep moving your lips
and release so many annoying, raking sounds from them?

just SHUT UP, PLEASE.

brilliant thoughts from composers of word gardens

my sweater

i didn't find my sweater because i wasn't looking for my sweater; i had only been trying to remember where i had seen it last.

then, later that day, when i saw my sweater again--it was where i had not remembered i'd seen it last--i realized i no longer needed it because i had opted, instead, to use a better sweater.

i wish my name were john denver

then i wouldn't have to apologize for crying at the sight of sunshine

oh, brother...oh, mother

you are the perfect example of someone who doesn't love me at all.  ...and that's why i hate you so very much.  worse than not loving me is that you are indifferent toward me. 

i can't be ignored.  how could you ignore me?  how could you not notice me?  how could you treat me like i'm not important?  how could you be so...sleepy?

i NEEDED you.  ...and you weren't there for me.  you failed me...you failed me in so many ways.

i was supposed to be the most important thing in your life...and you let me die.  ...and that's why i hate you so very much.

bullshit

i am here for bullshit.

i have no purpose in this box...i forgot what i wanted to write about...i got lost in petty, petty thoughts, and lost the perfectly remarkable ones.

i am wearing a red top, and denim pants.  my socks are navy blue.  my cat, sasha, is in the room with me.  she is relaxing.  i am typing, enjoying the sound and feeling of my finger tips clicking on the keyboard.

you are bullshit, too.  when you don't love me you are a waste of my time.  i am amazing.