Pixel Imperfect

I wrote this when I was still Rhapsody, still using geocities to try and make websites. Before I found Blogger... About four years ago :-) I'm putting a star next to things that have changed and putting the changes in (parentheses) 1. I have at least four aliases that I use on a regular basis* (I have very few aliases these days) 2. You will never know all of them 3. I am in love constantly 4. I like getting snazzied up to go out 5. I enjoy walking around small amounts of clothings 6. I am most happy in a tank top and barefoot 7. I love the fact that I can wear my sisters old jeans 8. I cherish conversations that last for hours 9. I can loose myself in music 10. Art is one of the most important things to me 11. I love to forget myself in dance 12. I love to show off my poetry 13. I want to spend at least 3 months wandering around Europe 14. I think I'm creative 15. I love making collages, both word or image, from random magazines 16. I have been told I'm facinating 17. I th...

The Mississippi Squirrel Revival Well, when I was a kid I'd take a trip every summer down the Mississippi To visit my granny in her antebellum world I'd run barefooted all day long climbin' trees free as a song And one day I happened to catch myself a squirrel Well, I stuffed him down in an old shoe box, punched a couple of holes in the top And when Sunday came I snuck him into Church I was sittin' way back in the very last pew showin' him to my good buddy Hugh When that squirrel got loose and went totally berserk Well, what happened next is hard to tell Some thought it was heaven others thought it was hell But the fact that something was among us was plain to see As the choir sang "I Surrender All" the squirrel ran up Harv Newlan's coveralls Harv leaped to his feet and said, "Somethin's got a hold on me", Yeow! Chorus The day the squirrel went berserk In the First Self-Righteous Church In the sleepy little town of Pascagoula It was ...

Thursday Thirteen Okay, this is my very first T13. I haven't joined the blogroll yet, because I am not sure I'll keep it up every week. Anyway, here's my first Thursday 13 1) I'm trying to learn Korean. It's not going well. 2) I'm involved in an awesome martial art (Kuk Sool Won) which is why I want to learn Korean. 3) I work at a sushi bar (sushi restaurant/martini bar/sports bar... kinda crazy) 4) I LOVE my job! 5) I would quit school if I could make good money right now. Or if I won the lottery. 6) I would then start back at school so I could get my biology degree. 7) I think bacteria is SUPER COOL! 8) I would like to write more often 9) I love the series Firefly and the film Serenity 10) I am also in love with Simon Tam. His hoof-in-mouth syndrome is endearing. 11) I am really in love with Jeff. He is so amazing and patient. 12) I am not nearly a good enough girlfriend for Jeff. 13) I wish I was a part of something much much bigger.

We lie in bed, still making spoons. I love to make spoons. I snuggle deeper under the down comforter. Sigh happily. My eyes would rather be shut lest the light pierce my eyes and burn my retina. Still we spoon. Sunrise couldn't tempt us if it tried. I'm afraid to hum, because it might wake him. If he wakes things will not go so well. Things will be less than green, not very green at all. Perhaps yellow. He will leave. He will get out of bed and leave. Off to a different world. It boggles the mind how he can switch so quickly. I might cry. I try to still myself, my mind, my thoughts. They are so loud in my head. How he can sleep through such a racket, I haven't the foggiest. His arm snakes around my middle, pulling me closer. He's dreaming. Perhaps about her. Who is she? Is she pretty? Prettier than I am, sure. Sure. I will let him dream. Just for a little bit longer. Go off and be with those men; those low men. I shake my head just thinking about it. My hair brushes his...

whence comes the time that our sweet shall not be mine?

dreaming... Simon.. Walter. Yes, Walter grabs my hand. Where are we going. Not for you to know. You'll see. I'm lost in these woods. And then I see it. The tree. I used to come here to air out the thoughts in my tangled mind. They ran through the woods holding hands until they reached a secret grove of trees. "I come here sometimes," she sighed. Soft pink petals carressed her face and rested on her shoulder. He noticed she hadn't dropped his hand. "It's quiet. Very peaceful," he replied. She turned to face him, her features bright in the cool bath of moonlight. She squeezed his hand. He hesitated, but leaned down slowly. Nervous and scared. She closed her eyes and their lips pressed together. Her hand found its way to his neck and his arms were wrapped around her back. Their lips opened and their tongues mingled sweetly. He wrapped his arms around her tighter and she seems to melt in her embrace. I blink and shake my head. Mei-mei? Walter calls What ...

dreaming... I keep calling you Jason, then Simon. But you're name is Walter. And I don't want to call you Walter because you are nothing like the Walter I know. You make me think of Simon, though you are no doctor, as far as I know. No surgeon. And you take me away as far as eye can see. I may never know where we're going, but I know that you'll be there for me. You'll take care of me.