"Unless people take time out to examine the reasons for failures in their lives and are brave enough to take an honest inventory of themselves and their lives, they're apt to repeat patterns that often are linked to their childhood and to get locked into behavior that is destructive to them."

"I am very interested in politics and in the Women's Liberation movement. Very much so in that. And so is my husband."

"He is?" The Welcome lady looked at her.

"Yes," Joanna said. "Lots of men are."

(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm a fool for love...
(hmmm huh...)
that's true...
(sing it sister!)
I said, I said...I'm a fool for love....
(that brother ain't noooo good!)
...but in the end....
(hmmmmm huh)
I'm just a fool for you.

When we first met, I was a begger girl and you a king. The next time, a thousand lifetimes later, I was a sad girl and you were a confident man. All the same, i was afraid to know you and you were afraid to let me go.

It's so lonely out here tonight.

Boy, I really hate driving.

"Hmmm, they are comfortable", I said.
"Yes", the oh too sheek Russian girl replied, "they are the hottest shoes in New York right now!"

My physiologist, the good Dr. Henry, confirms my beliefs that I am not actually insane. Moreover, he has agreed that I have, in fact, harnessed the power of the sun. Hence my self-proclaimed title of "Sun God(dess)".

The "powers that may be" have been trying to contact me on my pink phone (vs. red) in order to come to a peaceful solution regarding my unwillingness to allow "them" to "utilize" (vs. use) my powers in the "pursuit of goodness" (their words).

In reality, I have no friends and have chosen to pick no sides. In that regard, I am like Switzerland. I like to think of myself as a rouge agent, but not the evil kind. Rather, like your free-loving hippy cousin who always brings a smile to your face when he is in town, but seems, at times, to overstay his welcome.

(thank you)

All I have to say is...

Ca Plane Pour Moi!

(thank you)

Kanji, Kanji...with the big green eyes. I still remember you even after all these years. You were sad when I met you and left me confused when you left. Those eyes, so beautiful, so sparkling, and so full of life.

Everything you say, I understand, even if it is to a lesser degree.
Phrases you speak, I know them, too, but I see no point in letting you know.
When you disappear, I know where you go, but I won't chase after you.
I won't go so far as to say I have pride, I just have better things to do.

I will say, however, that I do appreciate it when you reemerge. I even miss you at times. I think fondly of the good times we had...the good times....

I remember hatingloving you for lovinghating me.

Do you honestly believe that you are a "talented writer" because enough of your relatives told you so? Everything you write about I can recall you either saying or acting like when you were 15. Why? Because you were always a loner, an outsider, a generally depressed and more so depressing person. I still remember the time you got your mom to tell me you couldn't hang out after that little “incident” we had. Me, you, a 20-mile car chase with a soundtrack by the Descendents. Yea, punk rock baby. You could never live the life back then, why do you think it should be yours now? I find your musings remotely interesting, yet oddly boring.

Actually, I am pissed at you for something. If it weren't for you contacting me again I would have never made that "mistake". Or rather I might have done it, but your fucking story wouldn't have been a factor in it. God damn it!

Na, I am just kidding, but please don't call yourself a writer. You have a blog and have never had a job nor had anything published.

ha!

I was born angry. I am now convinced of it. I gave up drinking because it made me forget how pissed off I am.

alone

kitchen politics

Statements such as,

"I AM ECLECTIC",

are not worthy observations regarding oneself.

Aki.'s guide to bathtime!


first, light a candle & get a good book.


make sure the water isn't too hot!


survey your new surroundings!


ahhh, relax!


feel free to get more comfortable!


this is starting to get fun!


make sure not to stay in too long!

Breaking News!
kitchen disaster thwarted!

i-dating is so much fun!

ohhh I got some buns in de oven!

my virtual model

I live in a world free from idealisms of any strain.
I live in a world whose walls are white and ceiling a crystal shade of blue.
I live in a world void of any sorrows, frustrations or woes.
I live in a world where slavery, brutality, rape and murder never existed.
I live in a world where there is no original, former or current sin.
I live in a world free from "acts of God" or other unknown forces.
I live in a world where a smile can get you invited to dinner and a warm reception can have you invited back again.
I live in a world where people judged not by their size or skin, but by the openness of their hearts.
I live in a world where love plows fields, settles disputes and kisses babies.
I live in a world where honesty is the only thing people owe to each other.
I live in a world where children are encouraged to free think and elders accept suggestions with a chuckle.

I live in a world where honesty, openness and acceptance has replaced genocide, warfare and general sorrow.

I live in a world void of loneliness and contempt.

I live in a world where there is no need to be bitter--everyone understands that what they are given is correct and that all each shall have what is intended.

.........

you won't admit you love me.
and so how am i ever to know?
you only tell me
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.


a million times i ask you,
and then i ask you over again.
you only answer
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.


if you can't make your mind up,
we'll never get started.
and i don't wanna wind up
being parted, broken-hearted.
so if you really love me,
say yes.
but if you don't, dear, confess.
and please don't tell me
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.


if you can't make your mind up,
we'll never get started.
and i don't wanna wind up
being parted, broken-hearted.
so if you really love me,
say yes.
but if you don't, dear, confess.
and please don't tell me
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

This bed is on fire
With passion and love
The neighbors complain about the noises above
But she only cums when she's on top

My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no
Ah, you think you're so pretty

Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the drawer
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in womens clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Line my eyes and call me pretty

Moved out of the house, so you moved next door
I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall
I find you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone
You're driving me crazy, when are you coming home?

consumerism @ work!
(is this really what it amounts to?)

Momma whats wrong with me, I've got a lovely family and friends
And thats enough to make ends meet fuck dividends
But I be livin' in a lonely ass world
Searchin' for the perfect woman, not a little girl
See, they be dressin' all trashy actin' sassy
Spreadin' em for flashy fast talkers with the cash, me
I can't compete with that
I use a beat and raps, to fill the gap within my soul
But thats gettin' old
And I be gettin' told told to spit game man
But to me that shits lame, I use my mind not a pick-up line
It's sick how quick they find comfort in a one night sin
I might end up celibate for the hell of it
And tell a grip of stories, 'bout how I want a wife
How they be lookin' nice, but dont be actin' right
And if you slackin' they might lead you to debt
Take your last givin(?) penny, the thought makes me stress
Unless, I find a woman with a strong sense of self respect
I'll be alone, feending cause I felt neglect


How can something so good be so evil?
Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust into people
But I cant so I speak with my song

How can something so good be so evil?

Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust into people
But I cant so I speak with my songs

The golden grove has shed the conversation
of its green tongue, and quelled its birchen call.
Autumnal cranes in grave peregrination
no longer cry for anyone at all.
Who's there to cry for? Is not each man a wanderer,
arriving seldom and departing soon,
whom dreamy hempflields will alone remember
with a blue pond lit broadly by the moon?

Alone, alone amid a naked flatland
I watch the cranes wax distant in the wind.
There's nothing I regret, however haunted
by thoughts of youthful merriment, my mind.

There is no point lamenting squandered years
or the soul's lilac blossoms, swiftly gone.
In orchards, rowan trees have lit their bonfires -
the flames are bright, but they can warm no one.

Bunched rowanberries blaze, but not to cinders,
and grasses will survive their yellow death.
As branches, leaf by leaf, give up their glories,
so pensive words stream freely from my mouth,

and if one day time's windy broom decided
to sweep them all into a useless ball,
you'd simply say, The golden grove is silent
of lovely toungue, and mute its birchen call.

Piggy Wiggy

I wouldn't go so far as to say I wasn't angry lately (citing my lack of posts). I wasn't even happy. I wasn't even content. I was just...just...just...here. Anyway, does it really matter after all? Sometimes I wish you would apologise, but in reality there is nothing to say. I can't imagine ever seeing you again. I wouldn't know how to react or what to say. Doesn't matter. I can just pray that never happens. I don't want to regret you, but it is starting to feel that way.

Actually it is more like....well...that part of time I have almost forgotten. I am good at that: remembering what I want and forgetting the rest. PERCEPTION!

Ginger Bath
use fresh grated ginger, run into hot water, soak for 45 mins., emerge relaxed & renewed!

Not for me! Made them for some people I know. It was fun though.

"If truth makes love last longer, why do lies make my love stronger?"

GHOST TOWN

my rides through chernobyl area


beginning of a story about a town where one can ride through with no stoplights, no police, no danger of hitting any the living thing...


A truely amazing website.

dinner tonight.

I may be blind, but I create truths.