Run in circles. Live in cycles. Acting out in manic paranoia. Live. Breath. Maybe not. Maybe next time.

No need to panic.

Today I am thankful for collard greens, the begining of fall, my beautiful and brilliant friends, relaxing in spite of it all and sandwiches.

Yes.

I am happy right now. Sometimes I feel the need to document it.

"A Crazed Girl"
That crazed girl improvising her music ,
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling she knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautifuly lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound
Wound, wound, and she made her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved hungry sea.'


"The Cat and the Moon"
The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top.
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.

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"I'm just an ass in the crack of humanity. I'm just a huge manatee."

"sovereign/feminine wisdom/
equalize/destroy to rebuild/
consummate/gorgon sisterhood/
covenant of cursed seed//
to bleed without/pain or wound/
in harmony/with tide and moon//
invoken the power of fertility/
cyclical/from womb to tomb//
by the moon/over land and the sea/beauty in sorrow//
by the sun/light a fire in the sky/beauty is melancholy//
this reverence of sacred beauty/elicits a vile betrayal//
usurper of purity/(the sanctity/the banishment) of this form so frail//
awaken pariah/into this solitude/
shrouded in a halo/of spiraling serpentine//
towering black mountains/devour the dying sun//
down into the depths/of the forgotten abyss//
the pale light of the waning moon/
clings to the hanging fog//
a call echos out/on cascading cliffs//
and on the horizon/a lone silhouette//
the traveler has come/to ease my pain//
my final vision/shown in mirrored glass/
the forgotten beauty/and the cold sting of perseus’ blade//
barren horizon/eclipsing sun/internal isolation"

I read way too much nonfiction. Any recommendations for some quality fiction?

Europe is great. Guiness is vegan. Dublin is awesome. Onward!

HERBAL REMEDIES WORKSHOP 6PM @ The Black Box Collective
Come out and learn about the benefits of natural medicine over
pharmacuticals. Learn basic herbal preparations for common ailments. Heal yourself and your friends without all of the bullshit! Hands on activity included.


TELL YOUR FRIENDS!

Listen, I'm planning on moving within the year and I don't want to regret not hanging out with anyone enough before I leave. So, let's hang out.

i am sam. i left my livejournal open at work and now my best friend( best person in the world) is going to make a post that makes no sense.

hail satan.

and 23.

but mainly 23, cause pyramids rule.

I'm just waiting to wake up and realize that I have completely lost my fucking mind.

I don't know how to communicate.

1. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
2. I will then tell what band reminds me of you.
3. Next, I will tell you what food you remind me of.
4. Last, i will try to name a single word that best describes you.
5. Put this in your journal.

Here we go.