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Diary
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I lost my visions
fell out of a worn pocket razed with threads.. the dazzle of the ride had wounded my pride the fear blazing anger...that chill inside.. dinner..a gathering of the mighty women. not all getting along..but along..enough four of them...a friend who stays close and thats family too.......
painting sent out on bus..slept long today needed it...ate well....coffee..cigarettes. we sat outside and talked..inside for dinner the old roadsters...and the hip new and sleek finding their way...all hard knock school... though I try to keep the young in the good light my want of that.....The Horror..The Horror otherwise.. how it is...how we are blind and want to be that way... such is life.. stress gone... get to ride it to christmas and its rush..its madness but how i love the snowflakes and cold... must have a hat this year and mitts..did all this with no hat and no mitts alternating hand in pockets or groceries home with gnarled fingers frozen and hurting... pain... listening to Chelsea Wolfe over and over now shes beautiful I think her voice.. I didnt listen to her then in the time of that twenty eleven.. hard run times. I Let Love In by Nick Cave even his version is great!! love the darkness that fuzz amp the beat... its me!!!
10:00 a.m. - 2014-10-14
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