everybody's gotta live

with captions

dem bones

beautiful morning

how does one know if she has forgiven?

"You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to remember to say about it at all. You understand the suffering that drove the offense to begin with. You prefer to remain outside the milieu. You are not waiting for anything. You are not wanting anything. There is no lariat snare around your ankle stretching from way back there to here. You are free to go. It may not have turned out to be a happily ever after, but most certainly there is now a fresh Once upon a time waiting for you from this day forward."

i hate mondays

This happened while I was in class last night:

Laura: "I watched in horror as a woman with her two children took pictures of her dog killing a neighborhood cat. As I was screaming at her she said,'Bitch, mind your business and get back in your house before I kick your ass.' I called the police who were not really interested, but it made the girls run away. I got Nancy and we buried the cat in the back yard."

I got home, exhausted, after my class and Mom told me about it. I cried. Lots.

I'm trying to shake it off this morning.

Shit.

miel de luna

i don't know if this is funny or sad, probably both

friday evening, back porch, drinking kung fu girl

ragefulness is next to godliness

32 flavors

ani

squint your eyes and look closer
i'm not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you're going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said

both my parents taught me about good will
and i have done well by their names
just the kindness i've lavished on strangers
is more than i can explain
still there's many who've turned out their porch lights
just so i would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
till i'd passed and left them alone

and god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying past

i'm not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and i would like to state for the record
i did everything that i could do
i'm not saying that i'm a saint
i just don't want to live that way
no, i will never be a saint
but i will always say

squint your eyes and look closer
i'm not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you might find you're starving
and eating all of the words you said