Day: September 1, 2009

Alphabet, Take 2

mayiwrite my life, writing ,

All
beauty
chafes.
Delight
envies
fear.
Glory
hates,
infinitely.
Joy
keels.
Love
mocks
new
opportunities.
Peace
quits.
Reason
splits
thinking.
Unified
voices
want
xenocide,
Your
zeal.

I have no one or nothing in particular in mind when these alphabet things spew from my brain. There’s a general tone or attitude and I run with it, hopefully without dropping it. Then I read back on this and must decide to try something a little more cheerful next time.

I have to wonder, though, what is riddling my subconscious?

A post that I’ve been avoiding should be coming soon. -ish.

An Indication I Don’t Spend Enough Time at My Apartment

mayiwrite friends, my life , , , ,

Dear May, I know I may not be the best roommate. I may not turn down your bed and put a mint on your pillow or serve you breakfast in bed. I may not be tall, dark and handsome and be able to spoon with you at night, but I assure you I am cool, though not as cool as you.

-Text to my phone at 11:17pm, Monday, August 31, 2009

This made me smile. No writeup in the world, no matter my imagination or how much time I have, could top this flash of genius. Also, I can’t write when I’m feeling guilty.

Check out her blog. My roommate does some pretty cool stuff. Because she’s pretty cool.

I promise to come home. You don’t have to thank me when I come into your room in the morning and start spooning you. It’s the least I can do.