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Lost about 2000 words and 4 hours worth of time. But that’s just fine. Write it shorter, write it better, write it quicker.
1,000 words in less than an hour. Now that’s something to which I can set a chime. Got it all in my mind, I do.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 07.03.2012 @ 2:10 am
Running out at 4 in the morning to take the puppy to pee in the grass so she doesn’t diddle on the rug.
It’s all chills when you feel that draft across your ass and think wryly that putting pants on probably would have helped to prevent that.
Other thoughts had at this unholy hour?
Chillaxing by the pool later will hopefully make up for this small inconvenience. I need a good lounge in the sun. It’s been a long week.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 07.01.2012 @ 2:46 am
I’ve got a key in my hand. One side says “Actualizer,” on the other side there’s a message only I can read. Behind the locked door is this future that I’m slowly building. It’s not perfect. But why should it be. It’s not like anyone else is capable of shedding all their flaws.
So, Saturday. Yep, more time will be spent whittling away at this “realizing one’s potential” thing.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.29.2012 @ 8:02 pm
It is in the heart of this writer to dwell in a sea of thoughts. Get drenched in them before trudging back to the shore to lay out in the sand. Feelings evaporate into the ether. I lazily observe as bliss joins the dust motes in shafts of sunlight, taking form, taking flight. Days turn into nights, and when I blink it’s gone. Time to dust off the mirage and go back out into the real world.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.24.2012 @ 8:11 am
Tired, but feisty. Malaise is a pit of hopelessness I cannot wallow in. I rather let my imagination soar into the stratosphere, hover for awhile before drifiting into the exosphere, and from there, who only knows where. Those hooks of ennui can’t catch me.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.20.2012 @ 8:43 am
The framework of a word from root to branch is a tricky thing when the grammarians want to police all that is said by those like them, but not quite them. Oh, how these two like-minded but unlike-minded groups tug and pull, stretching the fabric – the warp, the weave- for both the good and ill of our gypsy language.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.17.2012 @ 11:52 pm
This is the church.
This is the steeple.
Unfold your hands – hey what the hell happened to my cathedral?
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.14.2012 @ 11:16 am
Like sleep that refuses to be caught, like a woodland nymph darts through the forest, you close your eyes, nod off and are jolted from the start of slumber by a snap of a branch. In this all too brief moment between twilight consciousness and being lost to the deep, is that instant of recognition. You know that you will not slip away. You will remain awake to chase whatever thoughts are teasing you to follow. Insomnia is a temptress that lures the restless mind.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.12.2012 @ 11:31 pm
Castor and Pollux, I heard they’re both names for glowing plasma in the night, St. Elmo’s Fire or does it go by corposant, or torch, or a place where things come up sunny, or bright? Oh, fateful night, then. That which doesn’t breed discontent. Winter’s moon, I know her tune. A nest in a barren tree, lined with down, while silver beams drip upon the town. I know this trail all too well, forgive me if I should travel ’round it. My sight, all sight, is directed on the narrow. Hunting predator, seeking after prey who pray to the weakest gods to do their thinking for them. When a nest or garden of ideas should over flow the confines of such limiting lies and barriers.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.09.2012 @ 7:27 pm
Eh, you know that thing?
Sure. That thing.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.08.2012 @ 10:03 pm
Got a piano in my hand, which taps like a red head schooled in the classics; composition? I’ve heard of it, what with weeping men singing themselves to lonely, lonely sleep. Like sheep in the grinder, like coffee beans. Like loose associations dealing with electricity. Call it an eccentricity, but don’t cast a lonely eye towards me. This is my zone. And I do as I need as I see. For what will be, shall be. And right now that vision, dear reader, does not include you. Selfish, selfish, me. How dare I maintain autonomy and go over my supposed 60 second limit.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.07.2012 @ 10:17 pm
I’d like to think if we had a treaty, an accord that promises peace and harmony, that ours would take the form of a song. And with a song in my heart I would pledge to do no harm, that the bees of which I sing would never sting even if I should let them swarm.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.05.2012 @ 9:30 pm
You know it’s funny this should be the word today. As I walked through my city I wondered how many of its homeless are former convicts or pariahs, mentally ill, or just plain helpless (if not all of these in varying degrees of combination). The society I live in says it has the moral conviction to help the helpless, but when I look at the make up of most homeless populations, I see a disturbing trend. How sad this group also comprises of children. Where then, has all our compassion gone?
» Posted By HelenGrant On 06.01.2012 @ 3:54 pm
Everything about today has been a hassle. Like extra assy without the H, but with an “le” that should sound like “lei” but is pronounced like “L.”
That said, I received sympathy from someone without kids on how hard it is to raise them. Tis true. That said, they’re so ridiculous you just have to laugh. So then in turn, it all starts to feel like less of a hassle. Although…to be fair, there are some antics that cannot be tolerated. Each varies in degree of severity.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 05.31.2012 @ 3:56 pm
We shake hands and take our seats. He’s wary. But that’s fine as I can work with that, I always do. He doesn’t need to know I’m an introvert masquerading as an extrovert, as long as we hit upon a common interest quickly. I’ve developed a skill set to ease things along such as a well-timed laugh, astute perception, or even a gasp. I do my research, but never reveal just how much I know in my line of questioning. A nod of the head or even bright eyes with an expectant pause of silence will often do the trick. Soon were talking like old friends. Secrets spill, yet I only plan to reveal what is necessary, what can be verified or attributed to a source. The rest? I treat it as if it were meant for my ears only. Call it a perk.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 05.30.2012 @ 8:04 pm
I once took this Meyers-Briggs test that said my personality type was akin to the “architect” in the bevy of “personality archetypes.” So whatever that means. I don’t design buildings for a living and I’m not always extremely introverted, even so I do construct teams and projects. I’d like to say the personality assessment was wrong in a lot of ways, but it’s kind humbling to realize that time and time again there are certain markers that all these years later still hold true – as if all our personalities can be easily deconstructed into a few key words.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 05.29.2012 @ 9:10 pm
“I don’t get it Becky, why is his hair all big like that?”
“I don’t Dinah, perhaps he is leading. Flammable rats nest, Lycra and all.”
» Posted By HelenGrant On 05.25.2012 @ 9:55 pm
It’s getting to be that time of year again. When the steak of pink fades to a base of pale blonde. What color shall I pick next? Violet, lilac, or lavender?
» Posted By HelenGrant On 05.18.2012 @ 10:28 pm
That frozen moment in time, when all agreed what was lent would return. If only were so easy to lend, therefore I never find myself lending. Experience has taught me to be extra picky.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 05.12.2012 @ 4:55 pm
Shorthand, a lesson I never bothered to learn. Kind of like praying. That said, I’m about to listen to a record and take notes. But instead of pen to paper, this shit is going to be done by typing. And I happen to do that pretty fast, mostly. Depends on the mood. Too bad I’ve been tired lately.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 05.08.2012 @ 8:59 pm
Astute bitterness is the venom with which lesser minds poison the ambitious optimism of larger ones. I imagine tasting the former would be like sampling vicious bile, but the latter? Maybe it has more of an acidic nature given how ambition dissolves those connections which do not serve its goals, yet it is somehow mitigated by hope and generosity, the sweetness if you will, of unfettered optimism. I have no idea if all those flavors combined would make for very good chewing gum, however. I’d like to think it’d all balance out in the end. To the point where it all became moot, if moot were to taste like bland.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 05.08.2012 @ 8:25 am
I like the weight of sound in my ears. The trills, the twangs, and the cosmic wonder of echoes and reverb, the coalescing so many dissonant elements until a fuzzy melody emerges from the background noise…and it all just makes sense.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 05.06.2012 @ 2:09 pm
Learn to separate fact from fiction.
Friends from enemies.
Lovers from haters.
And then grow all that much stronger for recognizing the distinction between that which is important that which is triviality.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 05.02.2012 @ 9:32 am
Each of these fatal lullabies may be my last when I pull down that mask. Such are the songs sung to champions by way of cheers and chants. Steady. Steady. Steady. The buzz on the breeze, so sickly, so sweet. Beat. Beat. Beat. Oh, uncertainty, the illusion is security which is quickly dashed by the glint of metal to flesh. Fleet. Fleet. Fleet. Cradle this one now with gentle deceit, the sun in the skies and the specter of a lesser man’s death hovers near the back of my eyes. Mercy, mercy, mercy, me.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 04.25.2012 @ 9:39 pm
I read a book today. It triggered a few memories. Like how much I miss the sound of his voice and that look in his eyes when I can tell he is bullshitting even though the rest of him is trying so hard to put on a bold face lie and how his hands even blush when he’s been caught in a situation that makes him feel nervous. I know it’s only a matter of time before I see him again, but that doesn’t make the constant gnaw of wanting ache any less.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 04.21.2012 @ 5:28 pm
I never understood the spanking fetish. A tilt of the ass and that look of mock naughtiness. It’s meant to serve as symbolic gesture of giving up something, only for the life of me I can’t figure out what. It just looks like this ridculous and ritualistic dance between submission and dominance, as of offering up one’s back side is a perfectl form of penance for some real or imagined slight.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 04.19.2012 @ 10:26 pm
For the price of a headache, hours spent researching, and very little in the way of making a difference – a set of earrings were the last thing on my mind. “Retail therapy” who the hell coined such a phrase anyway?
» Posted By HelenGrant On 04.17.2012 @ 3:25 pm
We’d fashioned it into an altar where we sacrificed many hours in the service of the master. And into his hands we delivered the poison of our minds.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 04.15.2012 @ 7:28 pm
Enticed they were, and that was nice for the lice who liked to eat their host with twice the spice. Although eventually they’d cry for ice, thrice, before changing their minds and switching to rice.
Actually, I’m not at all enticed by this situation. Lice are gross. Some people I know remind me of them too – like they make you want to pull your hair out that’s how irritating they are.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 04.14.2012 @ 11:52 pm
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My creative fairy has bitten off more than she can chew, metaphorically speaking. She was always a vicious twit when it came to motivating me to move. Poke, prod, drag along, it’s as though she brandishes a net and trident. But I’ve always been good at self-sabotage. Hit the snooze button, stretch, nod off again. Repeat. Or use the creativity against her. Although it can’t last forever and then it’s off to the shower to start the day.
– maybe I needed just two more minutes.
» Posted By HelenGrant On 04.12.2012 @ 6:42 am