I’m skipping the poetry festival as I’m thinking I’m already feeling too poetic anyways. I may have a minor shot to catch an evening after work tomorrow but that too seems better spent round dead done errands.
I didn’t collect rocks from one significant place as it doesn’t and hasn’t existed for years and is repaved and tracked with lightrail west to golden, co. I didn’t have any place to park that wasn’t dead obvious and well…. it isn’t exactly legal nor safe from what I saw to poach anywhere near.
I got a simple phone to replace the one i still cant find as I see no reason to pay ten cents a minute and struggle to make my budget with it’s temp fill in which was re-carded half used and given to my barber. that’s one of my errands to finish which is before it’s dead to get it’s charger to him.
speaking of the barber I did also get him a please dont get yourself tossed this summer to live with me bribe his lady pal of a neato with herb vaporizing smoking device mostly for the herb lifestyle with wax and herb and blankity – blasphemy my goodness! it was double from what I remember doubled again $10 effectly for a fancy quarter ounce which for anyone who doesn’t know is moderated partaking for a silly week! holy crap that stuff went up. 40% tax sure hasn’t helped.
Igot my phone paid as I said and replaced so unfortunately I have to wait a dayish to fix the other change to my billing amount and pay the other half. my bill went down to every other month $75 ish versus the two smart phone plans at $100+ so yay there.
I stopped into the recycled paint place to put in my request for 2 gallons black as they were temporarily out today. in about 2 weeks I should have my dead black no grey satin paint for my splash wall.
target sears are paid as is my bank loan. I’m a tad closer to that eventually being done if i keep after not having so many nickler”s dimers of bs to bleed me.
its 8.01.14 the day it was obvious 3 some back that what was in the fire burnt to a cinder. swiftly after this I was very lucky to meet a couple on their way about the country meeting many even if my moment was fifteen minutes or less …if you think I’m mad I’m not, I unfortunately have a high recall of events and they all fit something into my thoughts…thus perhaps you can guess why I think I’m best served poeting alone in my thoughts and feelings this evening afterall I’ve one lime left for a couple of cuba libres ala ciet soda/rum/bitters/ice. zero it says on the cans 😉 fairly poetic 😀 ain’t it? zero liberation? I mention this as if you read the tarot I got to remind me of what I was dumb enough to ask when I always did know anyways despite trying to drown in the river denial…how come that never works?…I’m reminded of the obvious. I can want my other “half” yet that inherently means they’ve a choice too. while it’s unfortunate that lottery winnings are too few my way, it would change the point even if I stepped on a landmine rocket me ripped apart from what I’m used to to see more after that… it’s still a choice and not one wholly mine. it still requires me to give in a connecting way…let’s face it kind words only hint at the power of life not make it until one is there and BAGGAGE like other relationships aren’t neatly finished as we must take people as they are… well, I’m not keen onthe multifold risk of instant forever again and always heartache wishing after chasing after someone not done with another….too damn much risk…tear.. of the obvious without easy wads of make choices easy cash this is only me fighting for one more heartache of no, no thank you afterall. all the slights say somethings to have a nice day seem that whatevver was cooled to be what real tangible hope is there? don’t get me wrong I’m still an idiot interested in a international coffee but today right on time seems poetically timed to prove? it can be why not? but it’s a doubled risk from already a struggle to heaven or hell to keep anyone. honest appraisal says my gains wont be but a smile stolen from another to spoil what I ain’t getting. so pft. another pissed hope and struggle for love or glory seems to await the endgame of heartache.
on a light note. there is beer. I’m not dead broke and I’m clawing closer to a whole of of my little don’t matter anyways dreams come true. grand day to you.