Saturday, March 6, 2010

The Old Cat Lady Sittin' In Her Underpants, Tra La La, La La...

I spent a wonderful day with myself. It was really lovely, just me myself and Adrian Grenier (Yes, I have now seen all episodes of entourage and waiting to see more). However, in retrospect I have to admit I'd rather have had a lil less tea and a bit more company. Well, it’s not that I’m such a terrible bore to hang with, quite the contrary actually, I find I am capable of amusing myself endlessly. My mind like a ping pong table is constantly throwing words and ideas back and forth, each serve reciprocated with a ralley of the choicest words, the wittiest comebacks and all in 3D psychedelia!
It’s just that, I am amusing and entertaining only with a sounding board! Alone I am like a pumpkin sitting in my underwear all day and perfectly happy like that. And that scares me. It scares me that alone I will die, like a vegetable that no one wants to dissect on their chopping boards, a rotten pumpkin. I once took a facebook test on my worst fear and the result was, “You are scared of being alone!” Well, at that time I thought it was really stupid, really. I understand now clearly what that meant. You see, I thought it was stupid because I know for a fact that wherever you leave me, in this world or another, I will definitely get by and high because I will never be alone, I will always know how to talk my walk and get my life going. But if I didn’t have that luxury of associating with all those wonderful (and some not so wonderful) people, I'd probably end up like a pumpkin or worse, like that old lady with all those cats who’s name no one remembers!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Such A Beautiful Lie~~

alone with everybody - charles bukowski

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.