as the bewitching hour draws nigh

three days left....it's close now. as i prepare to use this opportunity to turn over a new leaf (of sorts), i'm enjoying the last of the sweet grit left on this old one. it is the decay of the old from which the new springs forth anyway. in the face of oncoming responsibility i am care free. safely sensory driven. want to see/hear/smell/touch/taste,taste,taste all that i will be leaving behind. let it seep into my pores. run through my veins. mix with my blood. fill me up until it lifts me off the ground. and while i will be reborn (to a degree) in kc i want to take this with me. this intensity of life and all of its facets; so good that it's teetering on bad but one can't tell cause there's smiling on either side. and why not?.... when will she write again? what will she write when she does? if she does? why wouldn't she? .... was listening to this poet's cd at my homegirls' house yesterday. his name is talaam acey. known him for years - a gifted cat. he spits mostly about sex and social issues. both hot buttons, but very different buttons indeed. and this is his living. poetry and slamming and traveling and performing and writing about that of which he is certain and insecure. tapping into the vulnerability of his audience to cause riots and orgasms - sometimes simultaneously (that's why they call him the good deacon). he mentions in one of his pieces that his messages come from a place much older that him. he is basically a conduit for the ancestors. but aren't we all? we all? we all?....we all are personas that we would never admit to being. something a little darker and shadowy and uninhibited. and if this not you, that's fine. i was speaking in the monarchal plural anyway.... i have to work on this laptop situaiton asap (asap, asap, a....) because things may get really interesting sooner than i think. wait. am i calling on the universe to entertain and enlighten me with peculiar circumstances in a new city? why no! i am just saying that should they occur, i won't be mad ;).... being a little rebel-rouser today, i feel. a little catalyst. a little troublemaker, but good trouble though. good trouble. don't know why. maybe it's the side of the bed i woke up on this mor....afternoon. [aside: is was requested of me to please use paragraphs because i just go on and on and it's hard to read, but i forgot today, so the best i can do right now is different colors. i'll try, but if i break it up, will it be a blog? won't it just be blips?]

until next time....