Ow, god OW!!
Holy heck that hurt!! I did my pinky left foot finger in!!
::wimpers::
It hurts....Its all purplelish and I can't stand on it..and OW--hurts.
I have Arabian Class tomorrow and I can't stand on it:S
Bugger, it really does hurt plus it added sooo many extra minutes to my time table(minutes I don't have) I spend all day hobbling around::wimpers::
Its all swollen and ugly....
Me, need this week over---NOW!
Monday, March 30
Thursday, March 19
5/11 and 27/04
Hey. So usually I just don't want to bother--anyone. Not today. Its been 10 years(well last November) I don't celebrate the anniversary.
10 years..sill haven't found the words. There is nothing right or wrong to by said. Except "look around" there are people that care. About you
It was something they had to do. Not because of you or me. Or to spite us. It was their choice and ultimate their lives. There is no one to blame, takes years to accept that. Can't blame our self only celebrate the moments we had. Cherish the moments we shared.
It is so hard to let go. Not to second guess every word and action we made. They left. Not us.
I wont say "Pick up the pieces or move on" Just...different path not walked roads.
Do not look back and cry.
Find your glass and raise a toast. Celebrate. You meet that bright light. One soul per human. One heart per body.
Their choice.
No more crying.
Jamie P. Blaze--Still here
JR(1958-1998) and CCR (1968-2003)
Still in our thoughts, still in our hearts.
Jamie P Blaze Find
So now you can find me on Skype as: Jamiepblaze
On facebook: as jamiepblaze
On insane journal as: jamiepblaze.insanejournal.com
And on livejournal under luxluthor until I change!
Oh, email is jamiepblaze@gmail.com
Lets see if it works
On facebook: as jamiepblaze
On insane journal as: jamiepblaze.insanejournal.com
And on livejournal under luxluthor until I change!
Oh, email is jamiepblaze@gmail.com
Lets see if it works
My love
This is my favority passage/poem what ever.
Bejamin on Angelus Novus(painting of Palu Klee)
"An angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread.
This is how one pictures the angel of history.
His face is turned toward the past.
Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet.
The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grow skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”
If I where to write every hour of every day on any time, I could not achieve a gram of his in site here. So cherish I shall.
Bejamin on Angelus Novus(painting of Palu Klee)
"An angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread.
This is how one pictures the angel of history.
His face is turned toward the past.
Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet.
The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grow skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”
If I where to write every hour of every day on any time, I could not achieve a gram of his in site here. So cherish I shall.
Wednesday, March 18
Sho bunny sho
Marriot Blanche and Chester Adams. Gay couple stuck in the bible belt after avalanche.
Under the advise of their couples therapist. They had each tried to be in each others shoes. Marriot tried golf and schmoozing ended up with a broken leg. Chester tries to use his granddads journal to write a book of memoirs after a trip down the stairs. They are force to go on a vacation that breaks their mold. Lack of communication puts them on a coach train to the south.
After many stumbles and near disasters, they realised they are happy together. As workaholics who bulldoze anyone who gets in the way. They like wining and dining and staying in high class hotels, fighting is part of their day. No need for a pre bake relationship with the stamp of approval.
The moral is that Chester and Marriot realised, you can be happy being just you. Having a partner doesn't slow you down and there are things you do for are loves one on the day to day bases that have more value that a Tiffany cast off. Be true to yourself and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
I'm not writing this. I'm really really not--even If if I just did nearly 4k of it. I'm not. This was a plot make believe for and his com. Not doing it...
Maybe a few more words wont hurt...
Under the advise of their couples therapist. They had each tried to be in each others shoes. Marriot tried golf and schmoozing ended up with a broken leg. Chester tries to use his granddads journal to write a book of memoirs after a trip down the stairs. They are force to go on a vacation that breaks their mold. Lack of communication puts them on a coach train to the south.
After many stumbles and near disasters, they realised they are happy together. As workaholics who bulldoze anyone who gets in the way. They like wining and dining and staying in high class hotels, fighting is part of their day. No need for a pre bake relationship with the stamp of approval.
The moral is that Chester and Marriot realised, you can be happy being just you. Having a partner doesn't slow you down and there are things you do for are loves one on the day to day bases that have more value that a Tiffany cast off. Be true to yourself and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
I'm not writing this. I'm really really not--even If if I just did nearly 4k of it. I'm not. This was a plot make believe for
Maybe a few more words wont hurt...
I looked upon a mirrow
Once upon a time
we made love grow with us.
We stood upon the mountain of time and laugh at fools sorrow.
Arrogance temper our decisions and prioritize our choices.
We made love
Found happiness beyond all dreams.
Human error showed us our faults.
Once upon a time, we fell out of the tomorrow train.
Check out brought our bags weight down my arrogance.
We stood on a pile of nothingness.
Proclaim ourselves to be kings,
a castle of dreams..no more offers from time.
Rulers of Nothing Hill.
More than one wrong choice...Human nature.
Arrogance undiluted.
JamieP.
we made love grow with us.
We stood upon the mountain of time and laugh at fools sorrow.
Arrogance temper our decisions and prioritize our choices.
We made love
Found happiness beyond all dreams.
Human error showed us our faults.
Once upon a time, we fell out of the tomorrow train.
Check out brought our bags weight down my arrogance.
We stood on a pile of nothingness.
Proclaim ourselves to be kings,
a castle of dreams..no more offers from time.
Rulers of Nothing Hill.
More than one wrong choice...Human nature.
Arrogance undiluted.
JamieP.
Sunday, March 1
Piece of time
Grains of skin,
piece of time.
Leaves keep turning,
sand washes sand.
Confidence in our stones,
no worries until dawn.
Dead vegetation surrounds,
pastel animals rumble.
Traveling dessert streets,
memory of ancient knowledge,
bloodline eaten by time.
Grain of sand keeps shifting
confidence in the sun, dawn.
Worried for the leaves,
dead animals linger in the air.
Humans struggle,
they survive.
Sand washes sand.
Grains of time.
JamieP.
piece of time.
Leaves keep turning,
sand washes sand.
Confidence in our stones,
no worries until dawn.
Dead vegetation surrounds,
pastel animals rumble.
Traveling dessert streets,
memory of ancient knowledge,
bloodline eaten by time.
Grain of sand keeps shifting
confidence in the sun, dawn.
Worried for the leaves,
dead animals linger in the air.
Humans struggle,
they survive.
Sand washes sand.
Grains of time.
JamieP.
A summer Breeze
Now spots darken the sky,
strips of me float in the wind.
The deep gashes and sores mare my skin,
pain, wish for a never never chance.
No clouds in the sky,
the pain of humankind lingers on the breeze.
Floating the scream of the damned,
Pondering our penance, the dark spots we can't hide.
Wishes are like clouds, obfuscating any chance to worship the sky.
Strips of skin,
pounds of tears,
river of blood adorn the streets.
Shame of humanity lingers on the world.
The voice of the damned demand the free sky.
Lingering in the breeze,
crying in the sun.
No clouds,
no spots,
free sky.
JamieP.
strips of me float in the wind.
The deep gashes and sores mare my skin,
pain, wish for a never never chance.
No clouds in the sky,
the pain of humankind lingers on the breeze.
Floating the scream of the damned,
Pondering our penance, the dark spots we can't hide.
Wishes are like clouds, obfuscating any chance to worship the sky.
Strips of skin,
pounds of tears,
river of blood adorn the streets.
Shame of humanity lingers on the world.
The voice of the damned demand the free sky.
Lingering in the breeze,
crying in the sun.
No clouds,
no spots,
free sky.
JamieP.
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