my mind now - 2:22 complete

my toes are cold my heart is warm i scratch my head
it takes the form of inquisitive fingers and lips-
type fast and don't let em feel dissed/tantly
awaiting someone to bring her the answer set it before the fire
place it there by the bare assed streaking gang
under the fool moon in the vt skies when will we realize
the eye of the moon can't wait
for her is it too soon or too late
always create what you will in your realities confused
demystricized organizizized delirious from being serious
but always so oblivious in our own bubbles the boy who felt
something in the air that night with the stars so bright
wants to be the vice president oh so nice to be vice but he sees
we don't
he knows
we don't
but back to the answer, it is our own we make it known to ourselves..it is what it is and we know when its there..we can see it where we may not explain it, but don't complain. feel it. you know its true, maybe you do when you see the northern lights or feel the highest of heights underground the sound of nothing but its everything i guess that's me ambiguously philosophizing at night when i need to-

I wanted to save this

artgirlsy: and i was like yeah i need to turn off my mind
O Mr St: that's good then
artgirlsy: go with the flow right?
artgirlsy: i was reading notes i found from like high school from jenn marquis and apparently i told her that even back then
artgirlsy: so i gotta take my own advice
artgirlsy: i'm just a confused girl
O Mr St: yeah, don't overthink it
O Mr St: but don't underthink it, right?
artgirlsy: yeahp
artgirlsy: hahaaa
artgirlsy: i like that
O Mr St: just think it
artgirlsy: or not
O Mr St: exactly
artgirlsy: or not exactly?
O Mr St: hmm
artgirlsy: when i was in vt buggin out one nite
artgirlsy: i wwas like...>:oidk...it doesn't make any sense i don't make sense...
artgirlsy: and my friend eli was like YOU ARE SENSE
artgirlsy: it was the coolest...you don't make sense...you are sense
artgirlsy: now that's something that makes you go hmmm
O Mr St: haha
artgirlsy: riiiiiight
artgirlsy: here's how it started, just an example of how anotha brotha gets trampled...
artgirlsy: hahaheehhooooo!

the life of a wonderer

I wonder who wrote the book of love? I wonder if my best friend will write it. I wonder why I am such an open book sometimes...telling people too much, giving out too much information, perhaps like I did on that last blog? An online journal is a free page of my brain. But it's like, I can't write exactly what I'd write in my own personal journals, I've got to save a little of that stuff for myself and remain somewhat mysterious, even for me. However, is that not what our thoughts are for? For sharing with people..talking through them seeing who else may have known the same ones and elaborate upon them. I'm not as historical or political or philosophical as some of my fellow bloggamers...but I do wonder about these theorists too. I don't even know yet how to formulate a reply to JTR's "Philosophy" post...I believe he said that "truth does not transcend time" and I wondered about that. I would beg to differ, but I need to ponder it some more before I do. I hope that truth transcends time.
What is time...when is it...its always a moment never taken aback often shown the light of the dark like a smack in the stomach, I once wrote to someone i was lovesick over..time does not exist when I am with you..its without you that it does.... The truth of my love had transcended time and still does. What about that term "tried and true"?? This idea that JTR has brought about in his writing could be wondered about and pondered over for some time...time that goes by faster as I grow older. I hope I have brought about some questions in the mind like my friend did for me when he wrote that.

lovelorn

Do all people want to hear about real feelings and emotions exactly when they are felt at that time? Or is that just a me thing..? I know that I like when people tell me how they feel and I find the need to tell people how I feel...especially those that I love..or the one I love. I am known for telling it like it is. I don't front. Sometimes though, I fear that I talk too much. (I know that I analyze too much.) Is there such a thing as too much talking? Too much talking about emotion? Do people get sick of that? Lovesick? Or is it all a personal preference as to how much nonsensical lovesense one can stomach?

A bloggy day

I guess I just haven't the bloggiest, technology can make the foggiest even fuzzier...I am now in the game..will I continue to go insane in this blog box brain or maybe get up and take the train out to NYc so you won't see me no mo..one two-three-four- poof! I'm so aloof and flighty...maybe i'll fly away to Calie Calie sittin in a cafe somewhere
someday I will be outta this place
hope to see my face in the lights bright but dimn whatever
creative space or place I'm in, I don't care bout no fame, I just wanna entertain
me myself and yous so I can color up the greys and blues
confuse me and get free be myself noself no matter
what you will find your shadows strut becomes more strideuless fabulous
mr.gagnificent taught me bout symmetry hasn't he instilled in me a love of art now i might push a cart but at least i'll be makin the dough and the cash thats gonna get me the flow eventually so I will be able to see the rest of the country..oh so lovishly

Merry-men meant for merriment

Yoooooo....I meant to make the merriment entitlement here...in this one. As for so-called "Scotty B" yea, I guess I am fearin the blog game if you will, but only b/c I don't think I'm one prankster in the way that you boys do. I'm in my own comedy league, not one of balls to break, but maybe to pass back and forth, ping pong perhaps... I may keep up in rhymes of creative writing and the like so like maybe I'll write maybe no but definitly maybe