Out-of-Body Experience, or Just a Dream?

Maybe my newfound psychologist friends will understand this better than me, but I seem to often have what I can only describe as out-of-body experiences.  Continue reading

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That is the Question

Zest
Main Entry:  zest

1 : a piece of the peel of a citrus fruit (as an orange or lemon) used as flavoring
2 : an enjoyably exciting quality : piquancy <adds zest to the performance>
3 : keen enjoyment : relish , gusto <has a zest for living>

Zest for life: founded in appreciation through curiosity and questioning?


I can’t tell you how many times I’ve rollercoasted through my life.  As I’ve mentioned to a few people, I live in stages.

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What Do I Want To Be?

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you know, I could do it too:
hair parted, to the side
long, just long enough
maybe highlighted
face airbrushed with
foundation
concealer
powder
eyebrows darkened
plucked into perfect arches
eyes lined with dark brown
not black, that’s whorish
lashes lengthened, strengthened, darkened
teeth bleached, no gaps
posture perfect
like a ballerina
simple, elegant, regal in composure
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and sometimes I want to be
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but I think of everything I’d miss
if I couldn’t touch animals because they’re dirty
if I couldn’t watch bugs because they’re creepy
if I couldn’t skip in fields because I’m an adult
if I couldn’t sing aloud because I’m mature
if I couldn’t play in the sand because I’m not a child
if I couldn’t run in the sun because I’d get tanlines
if I couldn’t be who I am because it’s not who I should be
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so I draw on my own picture a pirate’s eyepatch
a curly mustache
and a tasteful goatee
because it’s more fun
than striving for perfection
and I want people to know
that they can’t threaten me with shoulds
that people who love me
can also have fun around me
because I love when people smile
and I love even more when it’s because of me
that’s the me I want to be
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Copyright L.M. 2008.

Devil’s Enemy

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panelled paint, and
joined all on the inside
revel in, and
operate and tether
burn a long path
holding empty light
it’s a long road
just as always
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if you scream, yes
travellers will halt and
venerate, and
check the weather
what is math if
not a holy script
it’s a long road
it’s a long road
it’s a long road
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high, hold, the devil’s enemy
high, hold, the pair of pairs
high, hold, the devil’s fortune
divided into splitting hairs
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if you chant, and
levitate walls on the inside
savour in, and
generate leather
burn the longest path
grasp the something bright
it’s a long road
just as always
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high, hold, the devil’s enemy
high, hold, the pair of pairs
high, hold, the devil’s fortune
divided into splitting hairs
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it’s a long road
to follow
it’s a long road
to lead
it’s a long road
to initiate
it’s a long road
it’s always been
a long road
everyone follow
long road
longest you’ve seen
long road
to regenerate
long road
it’s always been
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Copyright L.M. 2008.

Byebye sun.

It’s starting to get dark earlier now.  I suppose it has been for a while, but now it’s becoming noticeable just how quickly the sun disappears.  I’m going to miss it.  I love the sun.  I was born in the summer and although I don’t believe in horoscopes (at all), I do think the season you’re born in has an effect on your personality, at least a little bit.  I feel I need it more than others, and get depressed when I don’t get enough of it in winter.  I probably have SAD.  Or I should just hibernate.  I need to travel.  Or live somewhere warm for a while.  Let’s hope this internship thing goes well.  My brain is having trouble functioning right now, hence the shortened sentences.  Okay, that’s it for now.