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ugh.. so instead of going to work on my days off and finishing the mound of drawings I need to have done for my deadlines, I pretty much sat on my ass or slept..

Ok, so I didn't really sit on my ass much.. and I cleaned the garage, but where will a clean garage and a mowed lawn get me if I have no money to eat or pay my bills?

Seriously, it's time for a turn around. I need to focus.

My customers probably hate me by now. I don't blame them. I'd be super irritated.. I'm not sure a discount and a smile is going to satiate those rabid beasts.

I'm not taking anymore commissions until I'm done with these twenty pieces.

And by the way, I hate Stephen King. Seriously, three chapters to describe a coffee mug that doesn't have anything to do with your story? You're kidding me. I think he needs to unlock the door to his writing room and breathe something other than his own body funk.

ok, enough stalling.

you've never been here, but I bring you with me.

Daily, we while the hours in bed
Legs braided
Knees in a delicate kiss
Feet searching for houses
Between stacks of books and atop sheets
Shifting, shifting
Marinating in last night's conversation
Without words, we dream

Our eyes open and then close
Our breasts rise and then fall
Poems weigh down our hands
And the sun keeps even measure

Your face is peering through my skin
Arms meet hips, meet napes, meet knees
Afternoon dust lays a dull bank of snow on our bodies

Our eyes close then open
Our breasts fall and then rise into eachother



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In the time between the covers and sleep
You are far away from me -
My restless tossing, feeble turning and the graceful headlights of lost cars and sleepy drivers
bring me only glimpses of you
A soft shoulder naked
A gentle caressing of thighs
Knees behind knees
Pillows pushed away like unwanted admirers
Hands slipping in dark places
My breath moves tiny hairs on your body
And you move further away from me
Closer to the edge of the matress..
Cold words for the warm bed we once made..


Blah... just go to ssssllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppp

It was so sunny and overly warm an hour ago. Now, its overcast and I'm freezing.. And honestly, this can't be good because during my brief psychotic episode I left some brocolli in the microwave so it would stay warm and... I forgot about it.

For two days.

I've been keeping the windows open and burning incense. Apparently that smell is here to stay and now I have to shut the windows because it's too cold.

I'm lame.

Curse you brocolli !!

Tonight I watched a movie without sound.. Meaning I physically muted the television and turned on the hearing impaired subtitles. It was still hard to imagine, as I could still hear the sirens, and people yelling and laughing from the street..

I wonder if it is more peaceful..

I'm guessing it's frustrating, to not hear music. That's how it seemed when the music notes were displayed on the film. I realize how music sets the scene for many films, now.

I had suspicions before, or ideas.. But this furthers them. Or is it only hard because I've always heard music? I will never know the actuality of that, I suppose.