I have CO-Q-10 and a Funny Feeling About this Week

I wrote a short essay yesterday morning as part of my writing discipline.
Jeremy and I spoke about this briefly before I left South Florida and he gave me a very professional -looking, well crafted, homemade journal.
There are two kittens in my house right now. They don't like me. but they have accepted my presence here, much like, I imagine orphans would accept a new boarder at the orphanage. I know that sounds backwards, since, I was here first, but for sake of detailed description, I give you my impression of their vibe toward me.
My life is not hard right now and I know it. My happiness hinges on one thing I have complete faith in. This one thing is like that grain of sand in the palm of the queen's hand at the end of the Never Ending Story. I have complete faith in applying that formula to the panel hanging from the hinge. At some places, the panel is made of wood, silk ribbon, chiffon, cement, (even, perhaps ), the skin of an earlobe, canary bird's eyebrows, pigeon wings. My life hinges on a delicate, yet unbreakable THING. And this thing cannot be discussed. It is my best friend. It is the brake fluid in my car. It is jet engine fuel, essential oil, herbal tea, and starbucks coffee. It is the vapor that comes from my mouth when I breath outside in the cold or when I pretend to smoke a cigarette.
It is in every 'Of Course,' and it is in every 'Perhaps' and likewise all declarative statements; All answers and all questions. It is plasma. It is tissue. It is molecule, cell, electron, mitochondria.
Back to the Co-Q-10, I imagine this supplement helps my mitos' and my heart, but only at very high doses.

A Little Distracted and Lots to Do

I look for paintings of candy.
I will paint some gummy sharks tomorrow.
I study other artists.
I come across many things, all of which had meaning
to someone at some time.
I find it hard to be interested in their interests,
when everything I am interested in is so interesting,
perhaps inter-arresting to me right now.

It is a day of wonder.

Yeah, yeah. I know.

A marvelous, yet uneventful day today.
I woke, went back to sleep after feeling truly charmed, of course.
The friend in the west has irksome admirers.
Another friend told me I am not spiritual enough ( and this is caused by or a result of my smoking, the language is not clear. I should eat apples. Go back to basics. )
The basics are there. I do almost everything I can do, so like, why attempt a guilt trip.

I know I know I know.

Waifs for Dinner?

I only had dreams of war.
And I was awoken by a koala-like man who seemed to be running in his sleep, gently, although not disturbing, until a sneeze prompted an "O.M.F.G." from his lips. And then I knew someone had a little too much internet coursing through his veins.

Double that with a quad mocha and you too can experience the magic.
Rather, the Magi.
I've got my eye on you, but only my third eye, because watching these days is lame. I want to experience and interact.
I had a lovely, and I mean lovely, drag queen over for dinner tonight.
We had leftover fesenjan while my mother did her laundry. It was a strange turn of events, but it's all in a day for a girl like me.
Yes, I am still a girl at heart.
My job is to paint and write poems and read books and host with sparkle.

I did my job well. But, now I need to lose five pounds.
The only worse thing than being cold, is being fat and cold. So, there. And, maybe it's the other way around, you know? Sitting around and eating comfort food will have to turn into running around on a hunger strike soon, or else, you know? Of course you do.

Sleep Again, Now

Be here now again.

That's a book about Ram Das or something.
He was old.

My house is old. That's why there's noises.
I get it during the day, but at night it can be unnerving.

I gravitate toward the light.
My fan sounds like a lawn mower outside.
I can pretend I live near a condo-complex where they do yard work for you.
He asked why I don't do some gardening.
I don't have an answer.

The horoscope says I have a green thumb, so I could.
I have been known to talk to flowers when no one is around.
And I do like potato bugs.
And having dirty arms.
Usually it's from painting that I get messed up with color on my forearms.

Dirt will do.

Tomorrow is tuition day. I fight. I plead a case, return a paper, get ready for school.
Art supplies take the place of books this January.
It will be a month to remember.

( parties for sure ensue )

Earplugs are Safe

It's a safe bet to keep earplugs around.
Except when you want to hear everything.

Since I was a child, I have had troubles of the ear-variety.
I had surgeries. And now and then, if I go to the doctor, they will
pull aside an intern to see what a 'perforation' looks like.

I don't know if it was my club days or all the childhood earaches, but I can't hear.
I am like an old person, "what?"

( no, no, I am not questioning what you said, i just didn't hear you )

Repeat.
Repeat.
Please, just one more time.
Just say the last part, not the whole sentence...
the part that sounded confusing to me.

I guess I guess a lot about what people intend to say.
It's not
that I am not listening,
and although, sometimes, I might not care,
I definitely can't hear you.

So, please repeat what you said:

Your vote doesn't really count?

How many billion dollars do you give to fund wars?

Hold on. I really need you to say that again. Just the last part.

First

I woke up and spun around in circles this morning looking for James.
He cleaned my house, but he wasn't around.
Everything was in order except my feet and my thoughts because I was looking for him in the basement again, but he was on the highway.
I watched current events on the internet and I was scared.
My friend from Bermuda called from Florida.
My friend from school called from downtown.

Bermuda is as corrupt as downtown. That's how it is.
I have countries battling in my head.
I see hip hop lyricists battling on a video stream sitting on my lap.

The white box tells me everything I need to know.
I wonder if I will lose my social skills. I wonder where I will be living one year from today.

.....It will be a place with a courtyard or at least a yard with a table and chairs.
There will be a flowering tree there nearby.
There will be cats outside. There won't be too many children around.
( I be the star child. You be the sun. )
I will be able to walk to work or ride my bike if I want.
I will feel safe when I walk around the block and it will be warm weather almost all the time.
The rooms at my house will not feel confining......

That's boring stuff, though.