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Salt

strangeination — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 17:58:11 +0000

I awoke this morning with the taste of salt still heavy on my lips. The amber glow and early morning mist still hung in the sky. I peeked out the screen window and saw you standing in the sand. Your silouette was unfamiliar but so much more comforting than I would have previously imagined. The tide was low and calm, reflecting my demeanor on this serene start.

Real Shit

strangeination — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 13:10:59 +0000

I am a Farce.

A Fraud.

A Ball of pretentious emotion

And bottled up rage

Bubbling over

And corroding your counter tops.

I fill in the cracks

And seethe through your silent reading.

I disrupt your train of thought

With my melancholy enchantment.

I am a Farce.

A fanatically inclined

Judgmental narcissist

Neurotic and alone.

I will devour your calm demeanor

And use your playfully chosen words

Against you.

I am not a dream.

I am not a fantasy.

I am a Farce.

The Trees

strangeination — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 18:55:15 +0000

How long has it been

My mind tends to forget.

It’s constantly recycling

Remember and regret.

I’ve felt the way you look at me

I’ve seen the way you taste

I’ve heard all of your subtleness

I’ve seen all of your waste

Bowling and other Sports

strangeination — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 20:59:17 +0000

When it comes to Monday morning, you need to have a story. Weather it’s about a football game, hike, or trip to the beach that you took, it needs to be soemthing. People always want to know what you did with your weekend, Monday morning standing around waiting for the coffee to brew.

I love u Kanye

strangeination — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 13:40:52 +0000

I’ve always been a fan of music in the workplace. Good music, fast music, just about any music…. except country. The best music, space out. The kind that you don’t actually have to listen to. The kind of music that envokes feelings you didn’t know you had or forgot about. Something that takes your mind off of the clickety clack of the keyboard and the hum of florescent lights. I’m prone to Massive Attack and Tricky, and most recently Kanye West and his latest saga of emotion. Poetic in the most depressing way. I’m pretty sure I have been guilty of singing along without a voice thingy. I love it.

So why the long rant on your love of Kanye? You ask…. Cause I don’t have any fucking speakers. They’re in a box and far from bringing me the pleasure that I deserve. Oh how i hate moving. Did I actually hear myself bragging about my new “office”? Maybe. It’s bigger and it has a view, but still no door. The elusive office with a door I have yet to attain. And do i really want it. Do i want to be stuck in an office with a door for the rest of my life? Closing me into a career and keeping me locked out of my dreams. It’s a trap….RUN.

seems like streetlights glowing
happened to be just like moments
passing, in front of me so
i hopped in, the cab and
i paid my fair, see
i know my, destination
but im just not there (Kayne West, Streetlights)

Sex and Stealing

strangeination — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 15:36:13 +0000

It is a fact that 4 out of 5 people you work with have either stolen money from your company, or are actively engaged in having sex with someone else you work with. The longer i work at this soul sucking job, the more dirt i find out about my co-worker. People who i would have thought were modest citizens turn out to be theiving whores. Who can blame them though really. Sex and money rule the world.

Moving Day

strangeination — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 14:50:31 +0000

It’s moving day today. So we must pack up our tiny spaces and move them to new enclosed places. We took a tour of our new home away from home, and although it was newly painted a neutral shade of tan, the carpet was blue and slightly sparkly, and there were actual walls, it looks the same. And i felt the same. Trapped.

So now we are packing and everyone is franic, as if valuable information could be lost in the process of transitioning from one side of the building to the other. The delicate balance of actual work and play time is the only thing being interrupted for me. With so many big wigs in the area, checking our status, over our shoulders, fake smiling and making small talk, I haven’t had a chance to check MySpace, my bank account, or IM that cute guy in IT.

Wasted

strangeination — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:55:51 +0000

I feel stagnate and stale

My potential is drifting away like chunks of ice from a glacier.

My keystrokes increase and my creativity dwindles

I’m lifeless, floating from one task to another

And never discovering my voice.

Satin

strangeination — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:01:19 +0000

I can’t see because I’m blinded,

By the light, and by the shine.

Can’t see cause I’m reminded,

Of the passion at the time.

The fluffy feathered pillows.

The satin sheet and quilt.

They’re covered in our moisture.

They’re covered in my guilt.

The Chase

strangeination — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 14:47:54 +0000

I smiled at you slightly

–You’re eyes burst into flame.

I managed to hold off a bit, before I spoke your name.

I whispered and you heard me

The recognition– turned to fame.

I’m getting very old you know, too late to play this game.