some times yes it's very painful
to live to the worst and I was so afraid it would happen
and I was stabbed and bitten mercilessly almost
but here I am still alive and
I won't let those fuckers run my life no matter how hard they try
love can be bittersweet like an apple
woman as she is and love as it is
oh to be released to leave to love to accept to feel to not feel this
right and left and up and down
love and hate
how much water is on the moon? WHAT is on the moon?
love and hate the same person
desire to forgive desire for revenge
want to own want to let go
self love self annihilation
life and death
need to break free of this torture of endless here and there
so is it that simple? maybe it is
this is the thirteenth moon, at the end of the year. That explains 2009.
And I'm not dead.
Crucified dead and buried. I think I was all three.
But I came back.
Laura Laurel Sunday's Child
Now....what will I do this thirteenth moon night?
I will make some fucking dough, that's what.
I will increase the love. The lust. The red dust. The green. The water. Up. Up. Up.
I got a new bike. I ride the love, the streaks of light. The life.
Up and down.
Love and hate.
White and black.