Something

Torso disconnected
Like a web that's hardly spun
No counters rest your head and
Life is crawling on

Last night I finished watching Hot Rod. Here are my thoughts:
It's an incredibly silly movie. Every single part of the movie flows from one silly idea STRAIGHT into the next. It's phenomitastic. It's truly a work of art. Everything that happens is something unexpected, something so unusual to the "normal" human function. I feel that way too many movies these days are too predictable. I know exactly what is going to happen next.
B-O-R-I-N-G. Hot Rod is the exact opposite, its' unexpected twists and turns are pleasing the the mind. I Loved it. If you watch it and don't love it, you're only seeing surface level.

Open Your Mind, Quaid! *wiggly fingers at YOU*

This bit was supposed to be posted yesterday, but failed.
To your left we have the bath house, and here we have the candy factory, and over there is where the beagles live. If you'd like a tour of the stadium, I'd be happy to oblige.

We closed our eyes to let the colors form, and they started stacking like a mad game of Tetris. A hybrid male began to form, a one hand clutch to the rain-stopper which carried his wind upwards. We glanced down, the bricks that made his feet were drizzling a mess of XX. Something to transfix our attention on. Panic frenzy, gasp for air. The mud below was stretching upwards. But despite the spit that ran leashless down her throat, no screams could be mustered. So mustard came and saved the day. The mud went away. And the tomato garden melted, causing the boy to yell "Catch up!!"

That's it for today. Goodbye loves.
Sophia

ir, a startle, and an exhale of easy content. Whisper soft, delicate. Brava, mi amore. Snore, sleep, sweet.

Her form barely creases the sheets, her lips curl, her eyes flicker. I wonder what she sees. The distant hum of a plane is over bearing to her ears. A st

Tension, Intention, Attention

It's that time of heart
When the deceptive
Come out to play

They with cruelty
Seem to always have
Their way

Minds shouting against
But hearts burn logic
For heat

I'd clear myself
Of this nonsense
Mind and heart Agreed

Life Asphyxiation

Over the course of the last 168 hours, I've had a grotesque abundance of suffocation. It would be nice to write a note and take holiday for a while. I'd like to take me and the little one to San Fran. We would sit in a park and I would make her a flower necklace.

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It's nice to pull my head out of the clouds. But reality is surely a sting. It's not a great feeling to realize you've been spinning your tires and not getting anywhere but further into the ground. I let myself get all sorts of tangled up, holding onto false hope/expectations. I need to stop diluting myself. I have so much more to live for that is solid, true, and wonderful. Like yesterday, an amazing day.

Until then,
Sophia

Yay!

The only way I can explain my day is to simply say, yay yay YAY! (I'm simply happy, let me be, you have no idea how great it is to be me) So my weekend was splendid, how was yours? I had some fun, I did some chores. My rhyming is so simple and clean, my day is glittery, so pristine.

The ocean was like an endless supply of sparkling champagne; bubbly, energetic, and wonderful. The waves were rough, and to frolic amongst them was as if you were riding a mechanical bull. The water, cold cold cold. Approximately 10 degrees above an ice cube. But a pure joy it was to conquer the fear and stand strong against the blast of cold water upon your skin. The sand was gritty, course, and abrasively found it's way into every nook and cranny of your body. It's nature's finest exfoliating treatment. You go in rough, get tumbled in the elements, and come out smooth and polished. For free! Hollywood's million dollar treatments can't even begin to compare.

The ocean is my weakness, love is my drug, and life is a trip.

With admiration,
Sophia