this morning...

I woke up with a fantastic sense of refreshment. Unexplainable and citrusy after my shower and I feel full of energy. I can't recall just about the last time I woke up in this much of a good and positive mood. I'm ready to go and do things! I'M NOT EVEN HUNG OVER. Heavens bless fine wine, complex cheeses and good times.

And to relieve more of the previous stump I found myself in:

"Face it, feelings are mutable, and an emotion that seems permanent one minute could be a distant memory the next. Instead of focusing on what could be, figure out what really is and then make your move with haste."

Keeping the negative at bay. :)

you should step out of the room...

and start thinking about what you tell, me you understand me?
i am far beyond you. ahead of what your galaxy would every think it
though it was at,at, narrow that down,
its far too elaborate and i need to disconnect,
apart from you, and here, and shit...
do you remember structure?

we would go ahead and kill all units
unless the money came through bits.

what? assign? no, as much as I want to..

Its ok, battery is low, talk to you--yes, yes, bye!

mas vale que no tengas que eligir...

dejame quererte, dejame quererte.


it's similar to an admiring hate or to the most hateful of which you cannot place your eyes on this, eat it .Es lo que quieres.

que te puede decic? que te voy a contar?


you're a fucking dumbass.

I've been thinking a lot of writing. Ideas that surface from the backs of my brain in the most unexpected moments. Last night at my nephews showcase, I found myself scribbling on the back of the program. INSPIRATION IS EVERYWHERE! A notebook is what I need to lodge around with me where ever I go. Maybe even a tape recorder or something along the lines.

The theater smelled like old leather shoes. These high curtains could distract you, they play off the same color lipstick you love so much on me. They look as if they would feel thick, like your lashes or your hair when it's wet; velvet.

The creative drip-drop faucet in the back of my mind cannot form a pool nor pond and much less a river or any larger body of water. If at any point in time it begins to flow much more than this, I'll be back here, to the drawing board, my portal, my canvas, my blog.