sitting in the bathroom.........as i am surrounded by Dolphins upon Dolphins.......my feet lay on a bed of deep ocean blue synthetic rug.......it's already been a rough day tho see........so then suddenly from beneath the blue abyss of the floor i hear Joan Jett singing in the basement........how on earth did she make her way into my already - sort of - strangely overwhelming Dolphin sensation - but then she makes her way into my part of the sea......so what, we all had a crush on you - i was like 10 so what......you dont need to swim up on my private space....if i wanna meet up with you i'll go up into the main current, but until then keep your mouth off of my husband's radio so that i don't have to experience this again.......

you know,...it's fun to "southernize" names.....yeah it's kinda funny but spoken with a soft and slow tongue, many southerny type names are quite beautiful....like take you for your name for example, lets southernize it.....Joan....Joanie...Jolie...Jolene.....yes that's it.....actually i'm quite partial to the name Jolene.....it's beautiful....... Now see, i'm a Southern Girl myself so of course being exposed to country and western music in my formative years (actually this particular song was Olivia Newton John's fault) did draw my attention to a song in particular that i think may apply here......you know the whole thing yes i know...but just a few key notes i want to point out in a few lyrics:::::::
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And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don't know what he means to me, jolene...Please don't take him just because you can.....


mmm....sad song really.

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it is my prayer, it is my sin,..... it is my crime, it is my punishment,........ my penance? as with so many things i do ripple upon those around me, i can't help but see Dolores's demise as a trumpet call of what i do not know yet. Dolores, you died new years....what does this mean.....? i will bury you under a rose bush variety named Blue Moon.....magnificent beautiful blue.......gentle friend.....spark sister......i will miss you and your love. i am so very, very sorry.
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casualties of war

thumb and blood.......back and hip..........that's what happens to both of us when my emotions slip.

Texas....electric-less summers - oh how i loathe/love them

in my memories.....summers so thick and firey you think you may just die in your sleep - as the deafening serenade of the cicadas lul you off to sleepy worlds enhanced my your, warmer than normal, brain and the sweat drenched body and bed you find yourself in upon waking from unspeakable nightmares or unspeakable pleasure throughout the nite...and the day ....there is no escape from that heat.....you must submit to it to survive....let it enter you and become it's lover....you must give yourself to the heat...for you cannot beat it....no matter how much electricity, how many fans or A/C units you install, you still have to face it sooner or later and let it take you....we are both a slave and lover to mother nature and father universe.....to fight the elements is to commit rape upon yourself....unknowingly.

still air, so still you think it's death's shroud roasting everything you see and smell, touch and taste. heat that i release from my body that i disipate into the air is only to be met with another shroud of heat.

i can't imagine anyplace hotter on earth than standing a 150 yr old house with no electricity, in Texas, in august....but i'm sure that hotter must exist.....gotta get worse.

de colores?

just a whole lot of colors.....like, colors i've never seen before.....shades of red that arent really red at all........colors revealing the interweavings of fabric space time physical matrix perhaps. colors moving into colors forming veins of colors all interwoven within, outside of and inbetween dimintions.....the formation of physical matter..........on the most minute level- of thought becoming form. am i watching frequency within myself?