here's what i got for you:

1)something that is a recurring event in my life...diarrhea. and yes i would totally rather have zero control over bodily functions and glands than zero control over my joints...sorry i am just reaffirming my conclusion over a conversation Zak, her companion, my companion, and i had earlier.

2)i may evaporate soon.

3) a poem i wrote (it is not finished yet):

Ode to The Squirrel

Your sweet innocence henceforth raped
Left whirling about the asphalt in pain
Not a breath wasted in all that gaped
You panic for safety in complete vain

They whom harmed the precious hair
Drove far beyond without any care
You, tender squirrel with my heart
Sink slowly into the deepest part

Of my soul where screams are voiceless
I had seen your demise and called out
For justice, heavenly hands gentle caress
No more for you horrid, the evil doubt

You belong with all that is Grace
And in mine eyes you will forever
Hold love and the warmest place
You little treasure, in good weather.


4) another poem i wrote that is not finished and has been edited by the wonderful Huck it's a "glosa" or "glose":

Living As One Lives

Somnolent through landscapes and by trees
nondescript, almost anonymous,
they alter as they enter foreign cities-
the terrible tourists with their empty eyes
longing to be filled with monuments.

The Permanent Tourists, P.K. Page

They have come to visit again,
craving, from me, what they lack.
Like flies to shit, and always plain;
fleeting, fallacious words full of crack,
leaving me to all that I am: mundane.

Here in photographs and moments still
smiling as idle and pathetic twits,
praying for the movement of my twill,
I utter not a word for such pretty knits
holding me long atop your sill.

And when you grow tired,
where is it I will be?
Left to wither, silently expired
or evaporated with the last sip of tea.
Whom was it you admired?
It certainly
was not me.

(and again the penultimate idea does not work on here either)


5) i had a good time.