http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee Un visage de serpent met su visage sur mon visage...you damn sheepie-piggy! Tue, 30 Dec 2008 11:20:17 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en to run away from everything all at once. I want to disappear and never need to think of some things again. I want to mourn a loss with someone who is unreachable. http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee/2008/12/30/i-want/ This is the kind of thing that makes the guilt and regret crop up...the time of year when perhaps it is appropriate to examine all motives, past actions, intentions and outcomes. So then the issue here is weather or not to do anything about the items of contemplation. Perhaps these ... http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee/2008/12/24/12232008/ raindrop straight between naked scapulae lips never touch there body parts and architecture 5, 5, 5, 5, 12 down the corridor, hide in the precipice walls on both sides, then a vertical drop, suspension flanks stuck to the coping sheer fabric clings to thighs grenades on the acropolis xiphoid process heavy and knotted you in the ambulatory, I have my ... http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee/2008/11/03/body-parts-and-architecture/ I wonder if it's wrong to reject someone if you don't find them funny. One consistent judgement I have towards others is weather or not their sense of humor matches mine, especially if they seem underwhelmed by the inane and often lewd, sometimes non sequitur instances and thoughts I am ... http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee/2008/09/04/anatomy-trains-thought-trains-and-train-tracks/ On saturday I slept next to the ocean. The waves pounded on my brain as I fell asleep and gave me the kind of calm and understanding that is ultimately elusive. I understood right then. I understood that I had been dishonest, that I had held my deepest, most essential ... http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee/2008/06/13/these-days/ You are lying on a bare floor. Black floor, black walls, gray ceiling. It is dark and you can only see the slight outlines of shadows. The air is acrid and sticks in your nostrils as you inhale. your face is looking up into the darkness and you knees are bent. ... http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee/2008/05/23/147/ she's sitting on the floor with her knees in her hand lining up glass bottles filled with salt water and sand she wants to take the blue out of his eyes use it as charcoal to paint on the sky feel your breath as it runs down the line feel the longing sift down the ... http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee/2008/05/12/glass-bottles/ Like Pavlov's dog, she still jumps, whimpers, and barks whenever she hears the phone ring. She expects that he is coming to pick her up. She expects this after nearly 3 weeks since his disappearance. I wonder as I watch her this morning, fretting for the umpteenth time that her ... http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee/2008/05/05/pavlova/ February to April 16th so this is what you gave, security and comfort while you please and grief that brings me to my knees. For years you held me in trust, acted as humans should; caring for each other and putting aside their selfishness when they are needed. And then when I ... http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee/2008/04/27/an-over-due-rant/ I am fucking flipping out. I want to cry on my friends, scream at them, tell them how mad I am. I want to flee, I want to get away from all of this uncertainty and insecurity. I feel so rageful from the gesture that was small and insignificant, but ... http://www.webweavingherbals.com/netneynee/2008/03/29/i-am-fucking-flipping-out/