Hercules, Hercules

This is Hercules. He lives by the flood lights outside my back door. I heart him. He keeps all the mosquitoes away. Thus insuring I will not get malaria while I am sucking on a cancer stick.

Inferior

Blocked. Not that it matters. There seems to be no painting, no words, nothing coming out. And even if they did, they go to the home of all my other cerebral meanderings. Into one of the notebooks or boxes, or found receptacles of not good enough art. Nearly two years at this blogging thing, and almost nothing shared. I don't know what I was thinking. That there was going to be some miracle in blogger that would quell the self loathing, or feeling of being inferior? That after a lifetime of poems that aren't good enough, or books that are half written, or sketchbooks that none but my eyes have seen, I would suddenly put it all out there. Well it didn't quite happen like that, in fact I've learned that I am quite the procrastinator since starting this. Right now, I am frantically searching for something I wrote 2 years ago, called "Thief's Lament". I don't think anything else I ever produced came close describing me as well as it did.

Happy Birthday Juan!

I hope you are doing well! You're cookies will be in the mail tomorrow! Miss you!

His name started with a C.

The dreams keep coming, but not that one. I don't remember much except that I told myself to wake up and write the name down. I followed that with don't worry, you can wake up in the morning and write it down. I did wake up in the morning with the intention of doing so, but of course by then, I'd forgotten the name to write down. As if it isn't hard enough for me to find sleep, now I find myself waiting for this dream to come back. I'll help you Senor C., as soon as I figure out how.

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The twinkle in my eye, is nothing more than the reflection of unshed tears

Good Night Washington

Hmmm.

Wednesday morning I failed to notice that something had spilled on the stove burner the night before. Of course this is the burner I used to boil my water for tea. It didn't take long for the fire alarm to start blaring. But it's okay Mike, don't bother to get up or anything, it was a false alarm!

Good Morning Washington

Sometime in June?

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