Month: November 2003

1. What food do you like that most people hate?

Eggplants, sticky beans, spinach soup, green beans,… you name it, I eat it.

2. What food do you hate that most people love?

Water, water, water, water, water. Ewww!!!

3. What famous person, whom many people may find attractive, is most unappealing to you?

Practically all famous people are unappealing to me.

4. What famous person, whom many people may find unappealing, do you find

attractive?

Hmmmm… none. I tend to think of a famous person as attractive in a certain context, but suddenly they change a bit and they look horrible!!!

5. What popular trend baffles you?

Most of them… I’m not really a trend person. Oh you know what? Really really really low pants are terrible! When the girl who wears them gets up or sits down, EVERYONE can get a good view of her butt. It’s disgusting!

Darkness

A sea of liquid taffeta

Dancing into the winds

Of an ammonia storm

A clot

Of that which we ignore

Of closed mouth and of esophagus

Of buried blood

An eye

Blinking furiously

Staring in utmost idiocy

Into sparks of purple and gold

Darkness

A sea of hands gone astray

Of cold breath behind one’s neck

Like an ammonia storm

They are moaning, singing about the love that’s never been. They long for a triumphal appearance, where are you, I haven’t seen you, and they cry when they’re drunk and they laugh when they’re sober. Where is the love, where is the love, all of them sharing their wish. Someday a single beautiful eye will catch their heart, and its gaze will hypnotize them. Heartache will be all they know, and they will cry when they’re drunk and sigh when they’re sober, longing for that eye, that eye, that eye, an eye that never looks at them but looks at the world instead.

This is a comforable blog. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I’m not happy with the template, but when I write here I don’t feel lonely, the way I feel when I’m in Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.