B is for Stealing

i stay silent. as a means to return to the realm of myth... i stay silent. hidden from view, hidden from you hidden from all things that connect to us-ward because that would cause me to daydream like a girl in summer sucking a lolly in the sun and she was five and free and innocent. but innocence is not with me - sadly it's on vacation went away last year - right about the time i let go of some fears and embraced new ones these fears... smelled good. spoke well and well... boys without brain fall into pain much pain and boys with brain let it fly away just to grasp a cloud no grasping allowed. no more touching. no more lusting. don't touch. let's be friends the end anyways, i stay silent because i need to because i should absolve myself from YOU speak the truth... shame the devil of course he's not alone is he? half baked rain clouds say he's fighting with his lady... at least he has one crap! ramblings. this is what happens in silen...

am i the bad man? i wonder.

In the quiet of the Church... Priest: How long since your last confession? Hero: I've... never had one. Priest: You are not Catholic? Hero: No. I'm not Priest: That's ok. Nobody's perfect chuckle, chuckle between the grate. Priest: Why are you here? Hero: To be honest, I'm not 100% sure. pause. Priest: Let me tell you why you are here. anonymity. No one knows you, so no one can judge you. You come here to speak your true mind and not what you think you should say. pause. Hero: Yes. Priest: Then speak. Speak my son. Hero: I... Priest: Speak your true mind... pause Hero: Forgive me Father, for I am stupid [ what came before ]

me: ideally speaking, every woman should be woken up by the moist tongue gently kissing the curves of her body. but this isn't an ideal world... texts end up cutting it. have a good one. a blessed day. pax. - may 20th, 2009 [06:33:10 am] her: ideally, a man ought to be awakened by the curves of a woman nestled closely to his body, or in the event of her absence, breakfast. after which she returns to her rightful place by his side so that she can feed him. but this isn't a perfect world. so suck it up and have a great day! - may 27th, 2009 [05:29:50 am]

recently (ok, today) i returned from the land of Vacation . vacation was nice. it lasted a week and a day. i fasted, i read a book (a whole book) and i watched Samurai Jack. I will do this again but for two weeks this time. this morning i stepped out of Vacation and returned to a place called Reality reality is defined as loud noises and weird looking people playing strange music like Movado (she back it up on me!) nargh! why toto why! i know i can't stay in Kansas but couldn't we transplant some of the air... at least still i trod on through the familiar lands of Reality where bills are present and a paycheck is still forthcoming... and various clients want the world and a cupcake too. i'm complaining - Lord i'm sorry... B is [indeed] for Reality. but whose? hence the question mark (?)

"you are afraid" - villain "i... am not afraid to die!" - hero "i never said you were afraid to die. but you are afraid. you are afraid to kill me. you are afraid you may like it... you are afraid of what you may become ...." - villain smiles

sometimes i wonder usually when my mind wanders and while i'm wondering i wonder... "what the heck am i wondering about? is this thought really worth my time?" and so my brain runs fast. sometimes faster than my mouth which mumbles and fumbles and... stutters some leaving me wonder... why can't i say what i say when my mind is wondering and wandering...?