Heat and Community
We waded through the heat to the car, submitting to the fact that today we would understand casseroles felt as they bake. The air condition gave up as we headed North on the 405 to the Getty Center. It had been years. Years and years since the Getty opened and finally I was going to see the place. The parking garage was a sauna, but the man in the orange vest who waved us towards the empty parking spaces, smiled kindly, so much so that we wanted to tell his boss how wonderful he was. We found a space, ditched what items we didn’t need in our purses into the back seat of the car and headed towards the elevator, the tram, up the stairs, into the wonderfully air conditioned Getty Center. We pulled out the informative brochures. We noted the smoothed-line archetechure contrasted with the travertine and decided which gallery we ought to head towards. Photos and Paintings. There were communal vats of beige umbrellas one could use as she walked from building to building to protect from the sun. Many were already employing these for moments of shade, making the mulling crowds look like a Monet painting from the era of lace and parasols, or a crowded sidewalk in Manila. We reached for one of the beige umbrellas as though it was an invitation into community. The community of art and enjoyment. If the heat had not felt like an itchy wool blanket, I may have started skipping.
Enjoying Art
The exhibit we saw was Eliot Portor. The first photos were of birds. We started play again of re-naming the photos we found funny when they were supposed to be serious. The birds were eh, we decided, but as we strolled in to the room of color landscapes, the artist astounded us. His use of framing nature with nature, perspectives and an eye for finding color like a feather tickling a part of your soul that had been untouched and forgotten.
We walked from photo to photo, room to room, allowing the art to manipulate and woo us, allowing ourselves to dream and sigh with each new sight.
Wide Open spaces
My city block is very crowded: houses meant for single families have been subdivided, lawns have been paved to make more parking spaces, the single palm tree is ringed with old McDonald’s burger wrappers, thrown away couches and graffiti. The Getty is on a ridge and you can see into the distance in every direction, all the way to the Santa Monica Bay. Every direction is breathable. Wide open spaces found in the middle of Los Angeles. Being able to see so far while breathing swells up hope in me like a balloon that never reaches the point of bursting.
Looking up the skirts of flowers.
In the garden we named a few plants. Pleased to meet you, Bonnie, a belled yellow flower who wore long ballerina twirling skirts and Pleased to meet you Beethoven, a plant so pet-able and green he almost made me cry with his sincerity. We curtsied and laughed our way around the fountains and flowers.
Feasting on Friendship and Green
We had already eaten our picnic salad by the time we found the lawn, we sat none the less, by the wall that lent us shade. We volleyed thoughts in an effortless game of coversation. We people watched. We laid on our backs, putting our feet up the wall, seeing deeper and deeper into the blue. We sat in moments of silent.
I thought about praying. But realized, I had no words to say to God. My heart was already full of him. This was contentedness. Sitting here was already singing his praises. Each breath was gratitude. Peace, even though I knew the day would end. Peace, even though I knew the sun would set. Peace, even though I was sitting on hill looking down into a city full of suffering, suffering that I was a part of, suffering that I had chosen into. Peace admist the flowers, the tourists, and the heat.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Practicing Life
My head ached and throbbed from nape of neck to temples to eye sockets as I boarded the bus, dropped my coins into the apparatus at the front and found an aisle seat towards the back of the bus. Soon all the seats filled and the business people moved like seaweed to the ebb and flow of the bus, rolling in the traffic tide. Arthritic thoughts climbed in and out of my brain as I let my eyes close. This is life and I will enjoy it. I felt gravity play with my hair, the sounds of freeway hummed lullabies, my neighbor wooed his cell phone in a foreign tongue. The sunlight raced up and down the bus as we turned north and then west again. Every cell in my body was aware that we were heading west: the long shadows of the sky scrapers fell far behind us, as did the thoughts of filing, running reports and unread email. West, where the sun sets and only lengthens the shadows of sea gulls and palm trees. West, where the waves produce a constant breeze so different from the distilled air of cubicles and corner offices. West, where we remember how small we are on the edge of a continent.
I arrived at the jazz club where I would meet my family, spoke softly of the maze of pain my thoughts were wandering. My mother offered aspirin and red wine in a glass so fragile and large, I forgot the sweat, my unkempt curls, and my bra straps that showed from beneath my tank top, as I shed a layer of business casual. My family trickled in between throbs, menus opened, and chatter whirred about the table as waiters poured water, wine and coca cola. The wine seeped into my bloodstream, allowing thoughts to ease through my brain.
The jazz musicians began to play, tending a garden of musical tendrils and vines, growing and spiraling and flowering from the stage. Pressing into the ears, the minds, the heartbeats, the smiles, the foot taps, the breath of the audience.
I arrived at the jazz club where I would meet my family, spoke softly of the maze of pain my thoughts were wandering. My mother offered aspirin and red wine in a glass so fragile and large, I forgot the sweat, my unkempt curls, and my bra straps that showed from beneath my tank top, as I shed a layer of business casual. My family trickled in between throbs, menus opened, and chatter whirred about the table as waiters poured water, wine and coca cola. The wine seeped into my bloodstream, allowing thoughts to ease through my brain.
The jazz musicians began to play, tending a garden of musical tendrils and vines, growing and spiraling and flowering from the stage. Pressing into the ears, the minds, the heartbeats, the smiles, the foot taps, the breath of the audience.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Half Done
In the inner city, people have thoughts that they only get half way out thier mouths.
A helicopter, car horn, ice cream truck, tamales vender are apt to interupt.
One day I came home and my landlords 20 year old daughter was on the set of stairs to our apartment. A grocery bag tied around her hair. A bottle of spray paint in each hand. She painted every other step blue and the ones inbetween green. Got half way up and ran out of paint, now half of our stairs are painted and the other half is not. She actually ran out of paint in the middle of a stair so one is only half painted. This was 4 weeks ago.
2.5 weeks ago, our water heater threw up, exploded, experienced an incontinence problem. The next day i left a note for our landlords, i came home from work, our water heater was on the lawn, a new one, still in the box, was in our living room. The day after that they cleaned out the water heater closet (a big job) and put the water heater in the closet. The next week, they installed the vent. It is a nice shiny water heater, but three weeks later we are still showering with cold water. Luckily, its been a heat wave.
The blockbuster, on western and slauson, exists, with the big blue and yellow blockbuster sign. But then you open the door, and you find yourself in the smallest neighborhoood video rental stand. they don't have the movie you want, so you end up getting that one thats okay, but doesnt quite hit the spot.
The mail service. Maria, Ellen, and Joe still get mail here. Although, they can not have lived here in over a year, but probably longer because I doubt Maria Lopez lived with Ellen Lawson. My sister's valentines day card, which she sent a week BEFORE valentines day, arrived 3 week late. My first paycheck got lost in the mail. A box was delivered after it had been chewed on and retaped with USPS tape. Mail with the correct address 1101 1/2 is delivered to 1103 1/2. Whenever, i need to send mail, i take it to work.
Please add your own half-done experiences.
p.s. sometimes, when i want to take a warm shower, i ask myself, why i am living here? since i dont need to be. But then I remember, jesus also lived in less than luxurious circumstances. I also have a lot of affection for this place too.
A helicopter, car horn, ice cream truck, tamales vender are apt to interupt.
One day I came home and my landlords 20 year old daughter was on the set of stairs to our apartment. A grocery bag tied around her hair. A bottle of spray paint in each hand. She painted every other step blue and the ones inbetween green. Got half way up and ran out of paint, now half of our stairs are painted and the other half is not. She actually ran out of paint in the middle of a stair so one is only half painted. This was 4 weeks ago.
2.5 weeks ago, our water heater threw up, exploded, experienced an incontinence problem. The next day i left a note for our landlords, i came home from work, our water heater was on the lawn, a new one, still in the box, was in our living room. The day after that they cleaned out the water heater closet (a big job) and put the water heater in the closet. The next week, they installed the vent. It is a nice shiny water heater, but three weeks later we are still showering with cold water. Luckily, its been a heat wave.
The blockbuster, on western and slauson, exists, with the big blue and yellow blockbuster sign. But then you open the door, and you find yourself in the smallest neighborhoood video rental stand. they don't have the movie you want, so you end up getting that one thats okay, but doesnt quite hit the spot.
The mail service. Maria, Ellen, and Joe still get mail here. Although, they can not have lived here in over a year, but probably longer because I doubt Maria Lopez lived with Ellen Lawson. My sister's valentines day card, which she sent a week BEFORE valentines day, arrived 3 week late. My first paycheck got lost in the mail. A box was delivered after it had been chewed on and retaped with USPS tape. Mail with the correct address 1101 1/2 is delivered to 1103 1/2. Whenever, i need to send mail, i take it to work.
Please add your own half-done experiences.
p.s. sometimes, when i want to take a warm shower, i ask myself, why i am living here? since i dont need to be. But then I remember, jesus also lived in less than luxurious circumstances. I also have a lot of affection for this place too.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Where its winter everyday
The AC broke, now it’s fixed.
Words are cotton socks in my mouth.
Out the window I see eye to eye with layers of smog.
A badly frosted cake.
Words are cotton socks in my mouth.
Out the window I see eye to eye with layers of smog.
A badly frosted cake.
Dream On
I had a dream last night about your dog. A sweet and soft, golden thing that jumped up on me to give me sweet and soft kisses and then returned to nuzzle with you. I was going to go to take your dog to the vet to get her barking abilities removed. I don’t remember why, she was not much of a barker, but it was something we had to do.
The infamous “they” say, that you are really every character in your dreams. So the dog was sweet and loving, something I strive for sometimes and fail at. Her love was surprisingly soft like her fur. She was a completely happy dog. Who did not know she would have her barking abilities to remove. I think even after her barking would be no longer a part of her, it would not stop her from loving, she was that happy of a dog. But I don’t know cuz I never got to that part of the dream.
I had a dream the other night, and among other things, I was on the beach and it was getting late. I was with a group of people. Helicopters came down from the sky. The sea started getting stormy and they landed (on the waves!) next to what looked like a surfer in the water. I wanted to know what was going on but it was too far away. I wanted to be able to see, and suddenly I blinked and I could. My eye has a telescopic lens experience and I could see. A great white shark jumped out of the water. O, I thought, the helicopters are rescuing the surfer from the shark. It now made sense why the helicopters landed.
In my life, I have had many dreams about sharks. But usually I am the surfer, with no way out. I can not swim away (the shark is a good swimmer). So this was a different kind of dream. Sharks are scary things that emerge from the depths of the unseen, with great power as they are in their element and I am in their element too. But this dream helicopters came to create an escape. I wonder if while was I was dreaming helicopters were really circling my block. (this is a very common thing in my neighborhood). I will never know, as I was asleep. Anyway, it is an interesting dream to me because I have been thinking much about vision (especially after my dentist experience (see post one down 364 to go).
So anyway, its 8:04 AM and I am now on company time so goodbye.
The infamous “they” say, that you are really every character in your dreams. So the dog was sweet and loving, something I strive for sometimes and fail at. Her love was surprisingly soft like her fur. She was a completely happy dog. Who did not know she would have her barking abilities to remove. I think even after her barking would be no longer a part of her, it would not stop her from loving, she was that happy of a dog. But I don’t know cuz I never got to that part of the dream.
I had a dream the other night, and among other things, I was on the beach and it was getting late. I was with a group of people. Helicopters came down from the sky. The sea started getting stormy and they landed (on the waves!) next to what looked like a surfer in the water. I wanted to know what was going on but it was too far away. I wanted to be able to see, and suddenly I blinked and I could. My eye has a telescopic lens experience and I could see. A great white shark jumped out of the water. O, I thought, the helicopters are rescuing the surfer from the shark. It now made sense why the helicopters landed.
In my life, I have had many dreams about sharks. But usually I am the surfer, with no way out. I can not swim away (the shark is a good swimmer). So this was a different kind of dream. Sharks are scary things that emerge from the depths of the unseen, with great power as they are in their element and I am in their element too. But this dream helicopters came to create an escape. I wonder if while was I was dreaming helicopters were really circling my block. (this is a very common thing in my neighborhood). I will never know, as I was asleep. Anyway, it is an interesting dream to me because I have been thinking much about vision (especially after my dentist experience (see post one down 364 to go).
So anyway, its 8:04 AM and I am now on company time so goodbye.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
I finally understand the cliche
who died and made you king?...
Cuz I am pretty sure God is still alive
And yet these fools strut around making everyone bend towards them.
There is no middle ground. We must meet them where they at.
Even if where they at is confusion island, decorated with out-of-date-procedure palms, and you-figure-out-I’m-in-a-meeting perfume.
Surprisingly, I am not a mind reader.
But of course these fools are well dressed; they smile, and have a strong handshakes.
They drive the BMW, the Lexus, the Mercedes, so they think the road was paved for them.
Before they knew how to tie their shoes, before they hair-grabbed and pinched their way into the corner offices,
The offices existed and someone else with the same bad-attitude hair style sat in that rolling chair, chewing on pens, making deals,
Do we allow them to be stubborn and bossy and unkind and shady, because we hope to one day be on the other side of the desk,
And we want to stubborn and bossy and unkind? Is it us who gave these fool’s permission to be king?
But whatever, I don’t care, I won’t hate you. I am going to try my darndest not to hate you.
I will not envy you. I will just stand here and smile and try to do my job.
I will put the numbers you hand in the boxes where they go and if you tell me 2+2 = 5 that’s what I will put, but I won’t believe you.
If you have any questions, please let me know. Thank you!
Cuz I am pretty sure God is still alive
And yet these fools strut around making everyone bend towards them.
There is no middle ground. We must meet them where they at.
Even if where they at is confusion island, decorated with out-of-date-procedure palms, and you-figure-out-I’m-in-a-meeting perfume.
Surprisingly, I am not a mind reader.
But of course these fools are well dressed; they smile, and have a strong handshakes.
They drive the BMW, the Lexus, the Mercedes, so they think the road was paved for them.
Before they knew how to tie their shoes, before they hair-grabbed and pinched their way into the corner offices,
The offices existed and someone else with the same bad-attitude hair style sat in that rolling chair, chewing on pens, making deals,
Do we allow them to be stubborn and bossy and unkind and shady, because we hope to one day be on the other side of the desk,
And we want to stubborn and bossy and unkind? Is it us who gave these fool’s permission to be king?
But whatever, I don’t care, I won’t hate you. I am going to try my darndest not to hate you.
I will not envy you. I will just stand here and smile and try to do my job.
I will put the numbers you hand in the boxes where they go and if you tell me 2+2 = 5 that’s what I will put, but I won’t believe you.
If you have any questions, please let me know. Thank you!
Monday, July 17, 2006
One Down 364 to go
So I go to the dentist today and he numbs my gums according to where I need fillings (1.5 cavities). “Are you okay?” the dentist asks. “No my eyes feels funny.” I look up and there is two of him. “I cant see right, I have double vision.” I start shaking and crying. They ask me questions and tell me to relax. I ask if this has happened before and he said no. “I am parked at a meter” they say they will put more money it in for me. I pray, because I can’t open my eyes. I realize I am still shaking and I pray. I tell God that I don’t want to go blind. I feel like this is information he wants to know. I feel like this is a fine time for praying. I tell God I am sorry for all the bad thoughts I had thought that day. Its funny how out of your control situations bring you to repent, to see yourself a bit more clearly, a little less worthy of all the things you usually take for granted. I ask God to make it go away. I am no longer crying or shaking. I try to enjoy this leather recliner, this early morning break to sit back and pray. I pray for JCL at LAUP, I pray for GM in Peru, for RT in Cambodia, For everyone else at LAUP. I listen to K-Earth 101 as it is playing in the front office. I hear the weather report.
They leave me alone in the room and bring me a Dixie cup of water. I imagine that he is calling is dad who must also be dentist or looking in thick textbooks, somehow doing research. He comes back in the room and explains what must have happened. “Nerves come in bundles, everyone is different and its just bad luck that I hit a nerve that is connected to your eye. We won’t do any work today. But you will probably have to sit here for an hour to an hour and a half for the numbness to wear off. So that you can drive.” He sits on my right side as he tells me this. I cover my right eye, so that I can see only one of him.
A couple days earlier, I had been telling Anna that sight is my favorite sense. My two fears as a kid were losing my imagination and going blind. The night before I had been describing how I have been feeling like I need to hold things loosely, because whose to say tomorrow the world wont explode. These are my thoughts sometimes and they help me take the unimportant parts of my life (like my job) less seriously.
I tell my mom and my sister what happened via text message. They both call me concerned and ask me who my dentist is. The funny thing is I still trust him. I trust more than the other dentist I’ve been to. I wonder if I should not, if I should find a new dentist. It was hard enough finding his office, now I know where Dr. Yamamoto works. I know his number.As any American would, I ask “Why is this happening to me?” Not so much because I feel sorry for myself (though afterwards, I was tempted to buy myself a sweet roll in consolation), but because I want to know what I am supposed to learn from this peculiar way of starting a Monday morning.
Possible lessons:
- I am not in control
- Maybe I was supposed to pray right then. As I was praying for GM and JCL I got this picture of God reaching his hand on their hearts; doing a little CPR action.
- Something about seeing and vision.
- Dr. Yamamoto don’t know what he’s doing.
- Even when I arrive early and feel on top of my game; the game may start on the basketball court, but end up on a golf course.
Any ideas...
Friday, July 14, 2006
My heart beats to the same rhythm
Pigeons are rats with wings.
This one walks towards me,
It’s a rhythm with an off beat.
He’s been in a fight,
caught on a fence,
attacked by a cat.
He limps not seeing me,
pecks the ground for crumbs.
There is something oddly familiar about this pigeon.
a wink to Chanell
This one walks towards me,
It’s a rhythm with an off beat.
He’s been in a fight,
caught on a fence,
attacked by a cat.
He limps not seeing me,
pecks the ground for crumbs.
There is something oddly familiar about this pigeon.
a wink to Chanell
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Independence Day
Surviving the fourth of July. Fireworks are not beautiful, they are
carnivorous and desperate cries. The inner city erupts like the
middle child throwing a temper tantrum. I exist, I exist. Like
sending flare out into the night sky. SOS. A boat drowning in the
ocean of Los Angeles. Everyone, including the police in their
uniforms, sits back and enjoys the show. The pretty colors.
Surviving the fourth of July. Fireworks are not beautiful, they are
boastful and foolish cries. The inner city erupts and no one minds
because the noises and blasts that scare the dogs into howling are
only noises and blasts and not gone shots. Someone gave south
central an inch and they blew it up into a million pieces and
colors. Everyone sits back and enjoys, but we have our hoses running
to keep the roofs and lawns from burning.
Surviving the fourth of July. Fireworks are beautiful shadows of
war, eyefuls of color and man-made thunder. For one day of the year
the inner city decorates appropriately. It is a war, but for today
we can laugh about it, lean back around the bbq and enjoy this war
torn place with a beer in hand.
carnivorous and desperate cries. The inner city erupts like the
middle child throwing a temper tantrum. I exist, I exist. Like
sending flare out into the night sky. SOS. A boat drowning in the
ocean of Los Angeles. Everyone, including the police in their
uniforms, sits back and enjoys the show. The pretty colors.
Surviving the fourth of July. Fireworks are not beautiful, they are
boastful and foolish cries. The inner city erupts and no one minds
because the noises and blasts that scare the dogs into howling are
only noises and blasts and not gone shots. Someone gave south
central an inch and they blew it up into a million pieces and
colors. Everyone sits back and enjoys, but we have our hoses running
to keep the roofs and lawns from burning.
Surviving the fourth of July. Fireworks are beautiful shadows of
war, eyefuls of color and man-made thunder. For one day of the year
the inner city decorates appropriately. It is a war, but for today
we can laugh about it, lean back around the bbq and enjoy this war
torn place with a beer in hand.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Dusty Feet
While the earth dust was on his feet, he saw the centurion fall to his knees for the sake of his slave to be healed; But the Roman empire did not yet kneel.
While the earth dust churned with each step, he saw the temple tables overturned; But the most of the temple rulers only spurned his teaching of loved that conquered death.
But what you saw with your eyes was not all you knew to be true: The empire would fall, as the hypocritical temple did too.
Jesus, you see the eternal in every action and reaction, from the widow and her two coins given in faith, to the apostle who for 30 silver coins gave up his place.
It is my prayer to have a fraction of your perspective, a slice of your vision, in my life and the world where i live. For the patience to walk, with the dust on my feet, hope in my eyes.
While the earth dust churned with each step, he saw the temple tables overturned; But the most of the temple rulers only spurned his teaching of loved that conquered death.
But what you saw with your eyes was not all you knew to be true: The empire would fall, as the hypocritical temple did too.
Jesus, you see the eternal in every action and reaction, from the widow and her two coins given in faith, to the apostle who for 30 silver coins gave up his place.
It is my prayer to have a fraction of your perspective, a slice of your vision, in my life and the world where i live. For the patience to walk, with the dust on my feet, hope in my eyes.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Texting Poet
Hi
Hello
What u doin
Writing an essay. V fun havent written essay in long time.
OMG how fun. Are u excited? New gig n all
:) re essay. not re work. will survive and learn alot.
But survival is not the stuf of dreams
Amen. Building character whilst i dream so that i am able to survive my dreams.
Hello
What u doin
Writing an essay. V fun havent written essay in long time.
OMG how fun. Are u excited? New gig n all
:) re essay. not re work. will survive and learn alot.
But survival is not the stuf of dreams
Amen. Building character whilst i dream so that i am able to survive my dreams.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
"_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ "
The words crouched behind my teeth.
My tongue swatted them down & I swallowed.
They climb my throat like vomit;
I find their punctuation jammed between my molars.
What would my breath smell like now if I had let the words
escape?
My tongue swatted them down & I swallowed.
They climb my throat like vomit;
I find their punctuation jammed between my molars.
What would my breath smell like now if I had let the words
escape?
Monday, July 03, 2006
Take This. Where its Green Sho is Green. Cut it out
My heart could not be but I wanted to say straw that broke the camels. But I apologized and is done with.
Where its Green it meant to be trees clawing at the ground and twisted with the winds sunlight, crawling towards the stream. Green and green singing, singing I am determined me oh my heart, sing the art, sing for the Beast is the beast is what I am. See my shaped eyes. Touch my soft from my calves to cheeks, hardly beating, see my throat see my shoulder sharp as especially not your worried head. walking, but instead of carefully haphazardly follows you.
These that all things are possible.. I can still say.. blessed with each heart beat
sadder. That is not true it. Her words were the back and I was the she forgave me and that sho’ is green
Southern CA is desert for now. There are thirsting for a drink sprawling and famines, crawling toward the Gnarled survivors, digging deep, Green I will survive with Diana with the gospel churches. Oh for the beauty, sing for life you have been given.
Beauty name of the fairytale.
Beauty in found.
Beauty on the beast is romantic curls. See my almond skin. See my curves see my heart, cold and stuffed like a storm drain, a blade, lay nothing here,
Traipsing is like tight rope following the rope, the rope trees in the California deserts that in the desert place... be your name.
TAKE TWO
My heart could not say done with.
Where its Green clawing towards the stream. Green am the Beast is the See cheeks, hardly beating, see sharp carefully haphazardly follows you. are sadder. That is not the sho’ is green
Southern CA are Gnarled survivors, digging deep, Diana life you have been in skin. See my
Traipsing is like tight rope be your name.
Sweating camels. But I apologized and twisted with the winds sunlight, heart, sing the art, sing my soft from my calves worried head. walking, but instead say.. blessed with each heart the she forgave me and sprawling and famines, crawling toward Oh for the beauty, sing romantic curls. See my drain, a blade, lay nothing deserts that in the desert be but I wanted to mean trees and green singing, singing beast is what I am. my throat see my shoulder
Her words were desert for now. There Green I will survive with given.
Beauty name of the fairytale. Beauty curves see my heart, cold rope following the rope, the pennies straw that broke at the ground and crawling determined me oh my for my shaped eyes. Touch to as especially not your of possible.. I can still beat back and I was that thirsting for a drink the with the gospel churches. for found.
Beauty on the beast almond stuffed like a storm here, trees in the California place...
TAKE THREE
could be That straw and was camel. I CA it a for trees famines, sunlight, stream. deep, and churches. me sing the sing fairytale.
Beauty the is on beast soft my from calves see shoulder as blade, nothing the haphazardly you.
These that blessed
Sweating with heart that the back I the done its sho’ green
Southern is clawing the thirsting a twisted digging Green green green I heart, for beauty, for art, the in what found.
Beauty the skin. See curves to see drain, my sharp a lay but rope, follows
Where is at ground for and winds singing with I determined the sing the you and of what my curls. my shaped my see throat like storm especially your walking, instead carefully things possible.. in desert I am not sadder. true I. But apologized she me that meant be desert now. are the and crawling the Gnarled Diana singing gospel Oh for life given.
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If you made it this far:
you get to know a secret.
words are just things much like machines.
Where its Green it meant to be trees clawing at the ground and twisted with the winds sunlight, crawling towards the stream. Green and green singing, singing I am determined me oh my heart, sing the art, sing for the Beast is the beast is what I am. See my shaped eyes. Touch my soft from my calves to cheeks, hardly beating, see my throat see my shoulder sharp as especially not your worried head. walking, but instead of carefully haphazardly follows you.
These that all things are possible.. I can still say.. blessed with each heart beat
sadder. That is not true it. Her words were the back and I was the she forgave me and that sho’ is green
Southern CA is desert for now. There are thirsting for a drink sprawling and famines, crawling toward the Gnarled survivors, digging deep, Green I will survive with Diana with the gospel churches. Oh for the beauty, sing for life you have been given.
Beauty name of the fairytale.
Beauty in found.
Beauty on the beast is romantic curls. See my almond skin. See my curves see my heart, cold and stuffed like a storm drain, a blade, lay nothing here,
Traipsing is like tight rope following the rope, the rope trees in the California deserts that in the desert place... be your name.
TAKE TWO
My heart could not say done with.
Where its Green clawing towards the stream. Green am the Beast is the See cheeks, hardly beating, see sharp carefully haphazardly follows you. are sadder. That is not the sho’ is green
Southern CA are Gnarled survivors, digging deep, Diana life you have been in skin. See my
Traipsing is like tight rope be your name.
Sweating camels. But I apologized and twisted with the winds sunlight, heart, sing the art, sing my soft from my calves worried head. walking, but instead say.. blessed with each heart the she forgave me and sprawling and famines, crawling toward Oh for the beauty, sing romantic curls. See my drain, a blade, lay nothing deserts that in the desert be but I wanted to mean trees and green singing, singing beast is what I am. my throat see my shoulder
Her words were desert for now. There Green I will survive with given.
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Beauty on the beast almond stuffed like a storm here, trees in the California place...
TAKE THREE
could be That straw and was camel. I CA it a for trees famines, sunlight, stream. deep, and churches. me sing the sing fairytale.
Beauty the is on beast soft my from calves see shoulder as blade, nothing the haphazardly you.
These that blessed
Sweating with heart that the back I the done its sho’ green
Southern is clawing the thirsting a twisted digging Green green green I heart, for beauty, for art, the in what found.
Beauty the skin. See curves to see drain, my sharp a lay but rope, follows
Where is at ground for and winds singing with I determined the sing the you and of what my curls. my shaped my see throat like storm especially your walking, instead carefully things possible.. in desert I am not sadder. true I. But apologized she me that meant be desert now. are the and crawling the Gnarled Diana singing gospel Oh for life given.
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If you made it this far:
you get to know a secret.
words are just things much like machines.
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