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Dr. Seuss was a children's author.
When I was a child I would spend hours trying to figure out what he was saying. Now that I am older, it just seems he was really high.
I can read in red. I can read in blue.
I can read in pickle color too.
I can read in bed, and in purple, and in brown.
I can read in a circle and upside down.
-I Can Read With My Eyes Shut (1978)
The illustrations as well. Wow.
I almost killed myself on Friday.
I was late for work and exiting the freeway.
I found myself fighting the urge to swerve and slam into the median.
I cut for the first time in months on Wednesday.
I broke up with my boyfriend on Thursday.
My dog won't let me sleep.
The new guy at work called me a bitch.
I realize I really am a cat person more than a dog person.
My best friend comes and goes. She is so beautiful and she has no idea. Her blue eyes melt my soul. I went to her house early one morning knowing she would still be asleep. I threw twigs i had found across her yard at her window after twenty phone calls she did not answer. When I finally got her out of bed, we curled up with her cats and smoked all day. It was a day of magic I have not felt in a long time. We sang along with George Harrison.
And life flows on within you and without you.
We were talking about the love that's gone so cold and the people,
Who gain the world and lose their soul.
What if soul mates are not necessarily lovers? Two people made for each other. One lacking what the other can provide. Completing each others sentences and incomplete when they are apart. One soul in separate bodies.
it's the caffeine, the nocotine, the milligrams of tar
it's my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, it's my car
it's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
it's the cat box it needs to be changed, it's the pain
it's women, it's the plight for power it's government
it's the way you're giving knowledge
slow with thought control and subtle hints
it's rubbing it it's itching it, it's applying cream
it's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, it's in my dreams
it's the monsters i conjure, it's the marijuana
it's embarassment, displacement, it's where i wander
it's my genre, it's madonna's videos
it's game shows, cheap liquor, blunts
and bumper stickers with rainbows
it's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils
it's the monitors, the soundman, it's the fucking mic levels
it's gas fumes, fast food, tommy hil' and mommy's pill
it's columbia house music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
it's bloods, crips, fives, six
it's stick up kids
it's christian conservative terrorists, it's porno flicks
it's the east coast, no it's the west coast
it's public schools, it's asbestos
it's mentholated, it's techno
it's sleep, life, and death
it's speed, coke, and meth
it's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
it stretches for as far as the eye can see
it's reality, fuck it, it's everything but me...
hey cameron, stop reading my blog.
ruth too.