"Yes, the globe is warming"*

we must love THIS EARTH.
there's only one for fuck's sake.
on this subject we should be listening to the scientist
not the politicians
dumbasses
Bush's Climate of Fear
arg to the max.

go hug a tree
thank it for your breath
ask forgiveness
we are stealing its air

http://www.pollutionprobe.org/

love your mother.

*George W. Bush, President, U.S.A.

Missy Moi: Heard this morning some smart canadian at McMaster has developed an electromagnetic gun that cures migraines instantly! Woot woot! Fingers crossed this magnificent thing will be on the market soon. :)

spin images of my head round and round 'til the earth stops moving, 'til it stops hurting ALL THE TIME.
give me lasting relief. pills don't work anymore. I am starving for a cure, or at bare minimum, a reason.

"that's just the way it is. somethings will never change"

migrains&headachesjustf'nsuck.

Time
We are obsessed,
You and me
With time.
Upset,
at the linear way it travels
Not giving us the chance
To do it over again

No regrets
Mistakes have made me who I am
No regrets
Except I forgot to ask you to stay

"I know what I know if you know what I mean."

semi-anon

emailed link

why do I
scream words

silent
on your screen

I leave you
unaware

listening
with eyes open

My gals. Halifax, St. Paddys 2006.

Coldwater

I need to walk slowly today
Looking everywhere but inside

I wonder, have you read Love in the Time of Cholera?
It is a sad love story
You know, the best kind.
Full of wanting and needing and little getting of it
Much like us
And our sad love story.


I want you to walk here with me
Slowly
And deliberately
Not giving in to clock watching or deadlines
Just walk here, beside me
In a circle for all I care.
The more I don’t have you the more I want you
An insatiable need to make up for lost time.
At least you give me a reason to write

Am I happier being miserable?
Fcuk. I am.

I’m falling for you all over again

I will pick up a piece of chocolate with the tip of my pen and write sweet words.

November of 2005.

Good Friend.
I sit with a man
Of virtue
Of character
Of personality
Of ego
And he makes me believe in real life
And in the magic found there
I will sit with him
Often
And contemplate the world
Over a cup of tea
To hot to drink
Just yet.


(She hopes you are the one.)


My dilemma
Is you
And always has been
Nice to finally know
You have a dilemma too
And it's me.

Come home
Make me whole again
Or least let me realize I’m not,
I can search for the missing piece on my own.

Well hello world!

I promise to write more later, time permitting. Job is keeping me quite busy today. And my body is protesting as I've abused it once again. But whatev, a very good night was had.

I guess blog's are used to vent and create discussion, n'est pas? So in the spirit of blogging, here's my topic for the day.

Life is simple, so why do we spend every waking hour trying our best to complicate things? Why is this? Is it that humans, built with a complex infastructure, are incapable of understanding life in it's basic form? I'm not tyring to say that we shouldn't be or feel or act with a greater, indepth understanding of our surroundings, it's just that sometimes . . . . we muddy things up in our mind, when we should listen to our heart.

Dear god - that was way to intense for a thursday afternoon. egad.

:)

ciao,

moi