moment no. 3098

. . . the eager anticipation of inebriation, coupled with the long-standing fixation on copulation . . . .

pure-bred daytime elation.

thought no. 9099

I'm through being full on appetizers; let's get to the main course already.

thought no. 487

what the fuck is her problem?

The Contender

predator and prey . . . predator and prey . . . .

must i really play the part of the defeated? can't i just let you know that i'm free? that i won't put up a fight if you ask me nicely?

won't you give me a decent reception without the guise of my weakness?

. . .

fingers crossed . . . or rather a dream deferred.

from the mouths of babes

"Did you know that you can only grow as much as you love?"

- uttered by a two-year old over breakfast one morning

A Many Splendored Thing

All hail the divorcee! I don't know how to sum it up altogether, but like, for real, divorced women are my heroes. When I meet a woman and she tells me in the course of conversation (rather than as some overly-dramatic, painfully transparent announcement, revealing more than I care to know about the nature of her intimate relationships) that she's been married and divorced, I bet you almost anything that if you look into my eyes at that moment they get really glossy and round.

I just get so star-struck by these women (Oh! And let them have multiple divorces under their belt - watch out! cause I'm about to be a fanatic . . . . )!

Somewhere inside of me the over-grown 5 year old who won't let go of 'happily ever after' sees these women as the ultimate romantics.

It makes complete sense!

They fell in love so deeply that they believed it would be forever. But it wasn't . . . and that's alright.

For me, that's the whole thing about these women in particular, versus the 'I need therapy let me tell you how fucked up my marriage was' types - They're doing just fine! They're not beaten down, they're not defeated, and most importantly they're not sorry! They're ready to love all over again!

Can you imagine?!

Swoon . . . !!!

moment no. 8681

Sometimes I'm grateful to realize that the world doesn't have to boil down to pushing and shoving . . . but at the same time, I take pains to remember that inertia builds upon existing force - that of the mind most notably.

FYI

As a gentle reminder to all of the men who care: So long as you continue to fall short of your potential and behave as though the world does not continually travel through time and space, I will eventually come to a place where I will have lost all interest in the possibility of a union between our genitalia.

I'm just sayin' . . . .

After all, why should I pasture on barren fields when the Universe is so abundant and love is so Universal?

. . .

So if that day comes when you see me hand in hand with another, and that other looks a lot like me, don't be surprised. Instead, you should point at us and say out loud to anyone willing to hear, "I did that."

That's right fella - own it.

yoga gem no. 86 (aka Own It)

You are not the body, but the embodiment.

You are not the thought, but the thinker.

You are not the breath, but the breather.

curiouser and curiouser

Literally at the end of my block, not quite 200 feet from my house, there's a rather stately-looking nursing home. Is there a PC term for nursing home or is that it?

So how come I never see any of the residents? Not even in the windows? I get the impression that the ambulances coming are bringing in new arrivals and those going are taking away recent departures, but that's not really what I'm talking about.

I wonder what 'they' would say if walked up one day and said I wanted to come in and pay a visit.

I think I have to do it now.

Stay tuned.