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There is no purpose of this blog. I can't even spell the word blog and the verb form 'blogging' makes me throw up, just a little, in my mouth. Go find something more interesting. Life is short... no no wait, come back!

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

The Flood of 2008



Has this ever happened to you? You spend months without any attention from the opposite sex. You're looking, searching, hunting for some sort of significant connection with another member of your species. But you're coming up dry. You start to resent those happy couples you see kissing in public. That shodenfreuda green covetous angst gets to be too much. But then, without any warning, something in the universe switches. . .
And here come the rain clouds.
I call it a 'flood' and it can be just as devastating and life shattering as a drought. All of a sudden the options start to multiply, and you have countless different suitors coming at you from different angles. 
My normal defenses of logic are powerless against the multitude of different factors. Each suitor or "fan", as someone described it to me recently, has their own timeline, attraction level, benefits and pitfalls. And as torrents of emotion pull you two directions at once, down falls a wave that carries you yet a new direction. 
Oh, the Flood of 2008. Right now it seems that as one wave dissipates, the next one 
levitates, making this water ride less arduous that floods of the past.  But i'm still terrible confused on any given day. My world is upside down. But at least I can enjoy the ride. 















but it's not this bad... yet               

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Singleness: the poem


Singleness

Single's something sorta special.
sedan sideswipes like a senior
just a sojourn to the solstice
Full of options for it's failure

An open meadow, when the herd is through
moist with dung, and selfdeception
things might grow
but smell alone can stun the soul

It is freedom from compassion
with a sprinkle of seduction
strapless slashes, in stilettos
arms length distance, served with smiles

And we're out of stock
of strapping strangers
but we still have slews of stalkers
any studs
were nipped by girls when they were buds

It's the story of a lifetime
simmered down now to synopsis
superficial, skim the surface
siphon full of scum and psychos

sudden spasmodic
where once there was sex
subtle smite from the almighty
yet more fun
than being stuck to only one

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