I finally found a song that sums up a lot about my trip to waco back in the day. good closure.
"Don't Know Why I Didn't Come" by Norah Jones
I waited 'til I saw the sun I don't know why I didn't come I left you by the house of fun I don't know why I didn't come I don't know why I didn't come
When I saw the break of day I wished that I could fly away Instead of kneeling in the sand Catching teardrops in my hand
My heart is drenched in wine But you'll be on my mind Forever
Out across the endless sea I would die in ecstasy But I'll be a bag of bones Driving down the road alone
My heart is drenched in wine But you'll be on my mind Forever
Something has to make you run I don't know why I didn't come I feel as empty as a drum I don't know why I didn't come I don't know why I didn't come
dammit sometimes don't you just want to run through a sunny field and find yourself in the middle procrastinating and slightly hay-fevery so you can just give yourself a gigantic hug?
i don't want to walk alone girl i don't want to walk alone i wanna walk alone with you -- "goodbye street" by hepcat
so i can't measure the amount of joy i got driving back and forth along the 60 mile Avon Breast Cancer walk honking like an idiot. and maybe that joy could only be topped off by the nappi-ness of my hair from all the dust and grit that flew into it. ick.
still i stop by the camp after the first night and notice two small glowing orange cigarettes way off in the distance. that type of irony knocked me on my ass for a while.
not that i'm a do-gooder, and i do know the craving of puffin' on something after a long day outdoors, but. . .this time i felt an ounce or two of junior high rebelious behavior.
it was like the last week or so was a dream in my head right now. the luna bar key lime pie flavor is par excellence even if it might make my estrogen counts high. i'm hungry for garlic and toast. i need to move with my grove. it's time to tend to buddies j and maybe others.
so the weekend was swell. It seems like a million things happen and all I can say is that I may just may have gotten over a complex or two. . . like getting over my irrational fear of asparagus piss to name one. sheesh is like a million well-behavin' puppies all cuddling me at the same time without throwing up/pissing/shite all over me. par excellence.
i feel like i accomplished a lot even though i spent most of my time at home <----- sleeze bucket. (and proud of it)
i saw two leopard slugs take part in coitus. i've never seen something so beautiful that made me want to upchuck giant cubed chunks. it was inspiring in that "extend blue glowy goop out of the side of my head to wrap around and share juices" way
either that or my head grew. i feel that i scratch it alot without thinking about it. perhaps i'm scratching and my head is like poison ivy. . . constantly spreading in mass. rar.
i could use a dose of calamine for the noodle cos' I'm friggin the cat in the liederhosen hat.
impressed
napoleonherself
sad