Pale

I have survived.

Az was a good place to be.. even with various kinks and bumps and random annoyances. I have missed home. I still miss home, among many other things. Dammit.

We've finally stomped through the last weekend of Bristol. Yayhoorayletmegetthefuckoutofhere.

I'll miss my friends here. I will not miss the stress.

England in 9 days. Insanity I tell you.

I'll be home for Christmas. Stop singing.

Eh. Lots on the mind.. only a small amount of it is fluff. Once I work out the details perhaps I'll be more adept at writing something that makes sense.

I want to be a barnacle when I grow up. Is that so wrong?

The thought of New Orleans makes me weep.

Oh yes.. and I was stung in the belly by a wasp today. Go me and my irresistable abdomen.

I have no idea what I am doing in my life anymore. Help me out here kids.

Blargh. I'll be off now.

Begotten

When will you listen
waiting to learn
wiping this langor
with an angry return
this is not a love song
this is not a dirge
just a rambling
of petulant words
well I sleep
and I sleep well
without the silence
of this wandering shell
to hide in
crack with a hammer
back to where I was before
waiting for the words to
pour
we're not here
and I'm not more
but what I am or was
what I am or was
what I am