The mind, a dormant stone

You heard me right...all I know is Black... I am trying to imagine my wedding. It's not so much a fantasy as it's coming down the trail in November. I don't want it to hit me on my ass while I'm unprepared. So that's the problem. How do I prepare? I don't even know my budget. I know what would be nice... but maybe all that should be let go to a Carpe Diem attitude... or more C'est La Vie, which is not easy for a control freak, Alpha femme like myself. Shit. What do I do?

Jim and I... we met, we posed...it's love.

So... here we are, it's hailing in Los Angeles and now I hear there is a rainbow overhead. Mother Nature is just about as contradictory as I am... I love it, but I hate it...It tastes good, but I'll gain weight... I'm broke, but doing it anyway. Yeah... So, here, my good friends, is a piece of paper I used to Poet around back a generation ago. I hope it still holds some value to the eyes... The Concepts of Glass and Silk Fingers dipped in liquid wax protrude beneath the ridges of a caramel silk. They find their way to slide along the mounts of your skin. The touch shakes up the spirits you are holding, as you are stunned silent by glass eyes. Green silver-lined specs of glass, hardened by self-satisfaction. -Jessica M. Wilson 9/27/1999, 7:18pm Monday Here I was a bit...um excited about stuff... The dynamics of wood... sharpens steadily, able to push off the ground without reaching a limit, colorful, strains to show any idea conceived. Strictly pauses for seconds, compatib...

So, I am a wanted woman. I think I've always known this...but have been hiding from the fuzz, head burrowed safely into the ground like my fine-quilled friend, the ostrich. The buzz in my head has kept me from sleeping, so I have decided to pull my head out and analyze the situation. All this noise. Any suggestions? Anyone want to claim my fame? :) Maybe I will just plug my skills here for some freelance work... - Karaoke songstress (deep notes only, sorry...no Mariah skill here) - Accomplished unpublished Poetess - Avid reader of ___ - Technology enthusiast - Shameless plug-ger girl - I will promote the hell outta you! - I can make you a website! :D - I can probably stand on my head too, only if a wall is present So, I do have skills. Sure I do... so who wants to pay me? Even then, will any fundage make a dent in this price on my head? Probably not :( ... so then what? Live today like there is no tomorrow, and face tomorrow with no amenities for the day. Yeah, I'll die a paupe...

ArtWalk 2010 - Los Angeles, CA... walking roaming...bepopping as it may have been...my fella and I and the streets, find in LA the broadening spectrum of art, perception, and delivery. Along the one way, except for peds, road, we find a band comprised of brass instruments and an accordian. I may have even seen a laundry lookin scratchy thing :) Among the masses indulging in 1920s polka punk sound, we find Mike H. A band buddy and infamous famous person settling into the mounds of 4th street. After the meet and greet and hug and shrug, we set off...now a group of 5, to find the perfect spot in this downtown square to use the facilities. You know what I mean... After many stall-outs due to over-crowding, or bad presentation...or NO presentation, we found ourselves at the same theater company I sat in before...that prior Wednesday. Inside the LATC we quickly moved past all the bodies and headed for the elevator - 5th floor, as it was. Only we knew that because the floor was empty. Bonus ...

Salutations from a portal overlooking Los Angeles. The winking light from passing cars reminds me that I am not just a spectator, but a spectacle; though my vantage point be unpinned. The grid was originally an idea passed down from Rome as battlefields marched along the red stains of feat and pride. We adopt their ways as an homage to bravery. Where do we flank? What caution is truly exercised when entering this stretch of thinned out rock and painted lines? Upon my watch I will initiate -- bird soaring under weather, winding ruefully to greet the nests.