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12:28 AM
Life truly is stranger than fiction.
Sweetheart rang me just to say "I don't have time to talk."
Then she bent my ear for more than an hour.
Life could be worse.
 
 
6 hours later…
6:11 AM
". . . 'cause i do it too."
Music Lover/Teacher is so real.
I am a mechanic. One gear grinds the other touching.
But Music Lover//Teacher bends that principle.
I know when she's wiping. And then call when both hands are free.
She takes that for granted by now. "Thank you for being polite."
Not my nature. Rude boy other than to Music Lover/Teacher. She deserves even better but i'm what she's got.
Her jailmate is soooo jealous. Jailmate hears M L/T venting to me. I can't stand that tone of voice but take it on the brunt.
Jailmate thinks, "lucky fucker."
I think, and say, "let it out and then, please, back to the tone that belongs on radio."
M L/T has the most mellifluous voice when calm.
Karen Carpenter barely holds a candle to Music Lover/Teacher
 
6:53 AM
Yes, M L's/T's voice is sweeter and thicker than KC's.
It's overkill.
She'd be just as beautiful without a voice that smears my ears.
That voice has me mesmeriszed for 40 years now! Most of the time that voice also makes sense.
Truly, if i bent the rules more than already i'd share a sample of the most beautiful voice.
Four of the most beautiful voices. Women sing to my face because it's full of ears.
"Sing" and "ears" are somewhat allegorical. It ain't fair!
It just ain't. Why do women throw their endowments at my 60-year-old broken face when neighbor starves for attention? I do not appear loaded.
Answer: I am lover, music or not. You can't say "hello" to me without revealing every tender secret.
Now everyone knows.
 
7:42 AM
Most broken glass is mere annoyance. After a few minutes i just pluck whatever and it's over.
Some broken glass severs arteries/veins. They get the evil eye.
Really?!
Why are [asshole] making me bleed?
The answer is "why do you go out at night without shoes?"
^ That's a reply, not an answer. The answer is "I was born without shoes."
My feet need to breathe. Blood strewn or not, they need air.
 
 
1 hour later…
8:59 AM
Paws don't fit in shoes
 
 
2 hours later…
11:08 AM
@Graylocke , you prescient again, mine are rat paws. No shoe has design for that.
I save hundred$ for shoes that try to fit. They don't. So i go barefoot and get glassed.
You haven't lived until you've looked at a foot dependent flayed like a fish.
When it occured i thought, "that tickles."
Upon closer look i truly wondered how i'd hobble home. Years later, here to tell!
Another reason it just ain't fair. I have survived injuries that should sideline most players. (Sports reference.)
(Don't) Try living through days-long comas and you might understand how this reticent humn greets daylight.
When a friend commits suicide my first thought is "so now you found peace."
My second thought is tears, for weeks.
For weeks up front. Forever behind the scenes.
My goodies! Got all of me that i could share. Wasn't enough.
Guess i'm delicious in person. Even the cat licks me clean. It ain't fair!
(Truly, two or more famous persons are on my tail as we type. WTF?! I want to hermit more than shower.)
(Carefully chosen words.)
 
 
5 hours later…
4:41 PM
Music Lover/Teacher is on a tear.
I lend her an ear and she chews it to pieces.
Someone's gotta.
I helped her through menopause decades ago. And she continues through anger fits. Perhaps i do too.
Today i woke up swearing in the old language. Felt good.
 
5:01 PM
Joo, when i edit clouds cry cream. When i speak, though, heavens shelter.
I truly know how to make pearls out of whatever comes out. When editing.
On the spot, though, i reek like hell. Give and take.
 

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