experience in falling down: November 2010

If you write it all down it doesnt exist...
wait it's 1984 come to life
we willingly freely and almost readily provide our most inner details served fresh and with precise amounts of truth, envy, and wrath.
I lead an interesting and full life, which I purposly complicated with a family. I make 10,000 lists, stay up too late almost everynight, love NPR and W Magazine and am a lover of beautiful people...I am a lucky girl with insightful means, watch out becasue I will surely surprise you.

"We all grow up someday, we might as well know what we want" [little women]

Saturday, November 20, 2010

what feels like shit might turn in silk

An oyster creates a pearl out of a grain of sand...but that grain of sand is an irritant to the oyster, in response to the discomfort the oyster creates a smooth protective coating that encases the sand and provides relief. The result is the pearl.[from the book 'mind over matter']

I read this and thought about it for a while. Pearls are sought after, and highly elusive, yet their entire vain of existence is produced after mass hysteria in the life and heart of the oyster...so on this particularly low Saturday night, I hope that the bothersome sand in my oyster will produce a pearl and not another letdown

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

standing over water

~~can't even see the edge anymore.~~
i am standing open. with emergency pleading my ears, i am asking...

to explain away the carelessness, this cannot be fixed.
tell me something you can hear, what do you with our state, what do you with our love?
responsibility wears my look thin, and i feel dead with burden.