the colors race by
the stars overhead
the wind pushes on
the shadows tag along
each new streetlight
gives birth to a silhouette
a darker, shallower me
following alongside
as her head turns to the sky
i see the stars
as her hair blows back
it whips my face
they will do anything to keep up,
the driver and she
scaling speed bumps and curbs
and neighboring lanes
disappearing into the pavement
they taper into nothingness.
when the streets are dark
they are gone
The whole fam at Skye's 12th birthday celebration. "Happy Birthday Homegirl! From Sapporo."
This video makes me happy. Thanks to Krysta for introducing me to it.
I have a genie lamp and everything, but my genie has yet to appear. All I can do is dream of three wishes I would bestow upon the mythical creature. So whether they be selfish, charitable, medical, physical, emotional, mental, social, anything at all, what would your three wishes be?
< "Three Wishes" by Heidi Hayes
Mick Jagger cracks me up. Here's a clip from 1989 -- the year my parents married. Needless to say, dear Mick hadn't yet reached the doddering level seen at Superbowl XL.
Start Me Up
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Next cyberspace question: Now that I know how to insert a link (thanks go out to Jad once more), how would I go about inserting a Youtube video?
Thank you in advance, blog veterans,
for entertaining these bouts of oblivion.
I was wrapped tightly in a ball, my head down, arms around my knees. This fetal position had become very familiar to me. I floated up and up and up, blindly and without a sense of direction. Suddenly I stopped and felt a presence. He watched me and waited. I lifted my chin and glared sorrowfully.
"Take me back," I pleaded.
He gathered me in his palm and watched knowingly, patiently perhaps. Slowly he pushed me back down to Earth with his index finger. The sheer force unfurled my body's tight form.
I landed feet first and looked to the sky for remnants of this encounter. There were none.
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A cancerous spirit began to leave its body. It passed through the Holy Spirit and continued to rise, newly healed. Suddenly the spirit was brought back into its body by an unseen power, powerfully enough for onlookers to credit... gravity? or a black hole?
The spirit was rejuvenated, left to live the rest of its healthy life.
This mother's body's doctors were dumbfounded. To no avail, they attempted to attribute the miracle to scientific probability.
I take my Spanish final tomorrow. I don't really care how I do. I want to get the heck out of there.
No finals Friday!
I am FREE FREE FREE. I can now spend my time reading, writing, painting, room refurbishing, sleeping, rehearsing...all the best of summer.
(The main difference between school and summer is that I can perform all of the above without feeling guilty about choosing such activities over school-related ones. Awesome.)
