Prayer

I've just finished my third research for the month

May Mother Nature forgive me for all the trees that I've killed

May Shredding Machine forgive me for all the staples I made it swallow

Amen

Lost in the space time continuum

"Space by itself, and time by itself, are doomed to fade away into mere shadows, and only a kind union of the two will preserve an independent reality”

She said: when are we breaking the continuum of silence?
He said: what continuum?
She replied: oh sorry, I thought we were on the same space-time continuum...

Calling your bluff

Don’t dare me, I’ll do it
I’ll do it and you know it,
I’ll do it just to call your bluff,
To prove that after all you’re not that tough,
Maybe not today, and certainly not tomorrow hon,
Today I’m a little blue, and tomorrow I’m worshipping the sun,
My life is scheduled for the next 237 days
But what the hell, I may kick the bucket anyways
So don’t dare me my love, I’ll do it,
I’ll do it and you know it.



The moooooooooood:

(Pink Martini sings "Je ne veux pas travailler"..... it's the weekend okayyyy)

The color yellow

There are some things in this meaningless life
That make me happy, that make me thrive
Like the color yellow on a Dahlia flower
On Genny’s top, on a cable tower

Bright and sunny, it makes me smile
It makes me feel like a kid for a while
Oh how I love you my yellow Morningstar
You’re the apogee of my day, by far

You bring joy to my melancholic world
You make me forget that I was bored
And I remember how much I miss his presence
How I long for my continuum, my quintessence

You elated me to a realm of unspoken love
When we were together like hand and glove
When all I cared about is beating the clock,
Is reaching the office, 7:15 on the dot

He would shave his beard while I prepare breakfast
And I would wear my make up while he’s driving fast

I miss his skinny legs, his black velvet beret,
The smell of paints on his hands, drawing Dahlias in array
I miss his Zippo lighter, the scent of cigarettes on his chest,
His vintage red eyeglasses and his yellow vest

I miss him performing in front of a crowd in the club
Burning white dishes, drawing sketches with his thumb
And I dance to my inner beat with my yellow shawl
Waiting for him to come and pin me to a wall

We then trip in our rapturous delusion
To a world of yellow Dahlias, free of intrusion

Oh how I love you my yellow Morningstar
You’re the apogee of my day, really, and by far

The Pygmalion effect

“The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves but how she’s treated”

He said: Am I bothering you?
I replied: Not at all :)
- Please tell me when you’re bothered and I will stop right away
- You’re not bothering me, unless you intend too!
- NEVER
- Ok then,
- I really enjoy talking to you and I don’t want to bother you
- ….(no answer)
- Hope you are ok?? And sorry if I’m bothering you.

GOSH!!!

Your belief or expectation, whether correct or not, affects the way I will behave. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy. You’re now bothering me.

GET LOST

What ever will be will be

"The stone age didn't end because we ran out of stones"

He said: don't be a stranger

She said: que sera sera, whatever will be, will be