Is a romantic gesture still a romantic gesture in this day and age?
Please, someone tell me.

So, on my way accross the world to try and win back my lover of 6 years(unsuccessful in this process).. I picked up a book in the airport. The book is called 'Helen and Desire' and although I have much enjoyed it, I keep finding all these spots through out the book. I love a used book as well as the next guy. You sort of get a story within a story there, but this staining is getting a bit redundant. It's erotic , but not a book I would/could see a man picking off the self and actually walking out of the store with. It's quite good, the book. I guess it was kind of a shock success for Alexander Trocchi seeing as how he wrote it within a week for a fundraiser and ended up being widely published for it. Anyway, I wish there was a way to know your books lives before coliding with your own. Not this book particularly, but ones before. I am also reading 'love speaks it's name' a poetry book that I am in love with and will post a piece from it in this entry.

Books and plants is all I have to post about time being. I feel like it's all I can feel something for. Plants, great. Books, great. So, in my yard I have two huge Mulberry trees. One is a boy and one is a girl. The girl is in full fruit mode this week giving me, my squirrels and my birds more than we bargained for in berries. I picked a full bowl yesterday and an even fuller bowl today. They were so beautiful and lush today with all the sun we had.
My trees are in love.

I hope the few of you who may read this enjoy as much as I did-

XXVI

The half-moon westers low, my love,
And the wind brings up the rain;
And wide apart lie we, my love,
And seas between the twain.

I know not if it rains, my love,
In the land where you do lie;
And oh, so sound you sleep, my love,
You know no more than I.



This was my day.


Also, Annalee and GoGo have a quite beautiful new set up. You're missing out f you haven't looked.
Go look<3

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
― Anaïs Nin



Look what the cat dragged in...Is anyone still out there that I might know? I see most of the girls I once knew are 'no longer active' on this site. I wish I would have found that option a little earlier, myself. Well, no bother, but I am having some major resizing issues when trying to upload my new profile picture. Any helpful hints would be nice. Maybe the site just doesn't want to give me that one back. God, I hope so. So, young. So. much. eyeliner.
I'm going to work on getting some new photos on here of Jane and Jane's artwork and anything else I can think of. It's going to be a process I'm afraid. I kind of fell off the internet for like 8 years. I hope it's as easy as falling off the wagon.
Cheers!

WOODY ALLEN: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?
GIRL IN MUSEUM: Yes it is.

WOODY ALLEN: What does it say to you?

GIRL IN MUSEUM: It restates the negativeness of the universe, the hideous lonely emptiness of existence, nothingness, the predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity, like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void, with nothing but waste, horror, and degradation, forming a useless bleak straightjacket in a black absurd cosmos.

WOODY ALLEN: What are you doing Saturday night?

GIRL IN MUSEUM: Committing suicide.

WOODY ALLEN: What about Friday night?

GIRL IN MUSEUM: [leaves silently]