cuz it's Shabbos!

and this is my erev shabbos song.

fat kids hiding sandwiches in their socks

Ohhh, the spontaneity of this wonderful life. smoke pray fish. eat travel watch.
tu vivi!

Fire!

to have sung and danced under the stars sipping, flowing, through the fire, bongo, guitar, toasts to Shamayim,
in midtown Manhattan.

oh...deja vu of clear nights

chag sameach!

you infiltrated my music diary

You stole everything. My heart, my music, my music. Not just one or two artists; every single melody, intro and bridge, is you. So I turn off shuffle and change my album selection on I-tunes and I wait for solace to kick in. My music. And all I hear is you.

bang bang Choo-Choo

I'm not a girl who misses much; I just wanted to meditate and clear my mind, but they screamed that I needed a fix or I'd go down. I knew that they were lying with their eyes but it was as if they were pulsing with warm blood, down, down, with no life, no love, no pen, no gun, like a lizard on a window pane. No warm blood shall flow through me! -I fought. I gasped- Happiness- they screaaaamed louder and louder, they threatened and yelled and protested- is a warm gun... And they swore at me, begging me to succumb, until I couldn't take it anymore, so I ripped the warm gun out of their happy hands and I shot Mother Superior down (down to the bits that I left uptown). Bang, bang, shoot, shoot; doodododododoo.

last night's dreams

If we pay close attention
we will come to realize that
no day is the same as another.
Every morning brings
with it a hidden blessing.
(Unpublished)

"...b'chlal darf men zehn az der morgen zol zain ah sach shener vi der haint.."

hehe, mmm.. sleep tight

to night's a downer

be my witness..

'nacht

it was so weird how I killed Peggy.

cuz he was the middle of walking around the placemat. through rivers and grasses and white mountainous hills.
He was really red; the color practically consumed his whole body, or at least all of it that I was able to see. He won the Battle of the Rubberband, broke free and strode right up, over the wall. He was smart and determined. A fighter, he was.
It was so weird how I killed Peggy because I didn't mean to at all. I moved my glass cup and it was all over.
He stayed with us in the form of a tiny red dot on the white tablecloth.
You did good fighting mate. :( I'm sorry.