the countdown, or touchless carwash and withdrawals

karalarma is the result of many deprecating thoughts imposed on car alarms and their conspirators.
instant karalarma is the same, only there is no delay.

a cycle is nearing completion. where are you now and how much closer does it feel?  a struggle with physical and temporal distance. wrangling with it like stones chained to me, gritting my teeth; that pierced by amusing lovely beloved lovable thoughts, the scent of eucalyptus jasmine magnolia cut cedar, and chuckles about burning bridge metaphors.

don't go chasing waterfalls

just remembered why i have so much song inside me: i was raised with sound. my home was full of music.

my young wise beautiful friend said why are you so cool in your mid forties? i said, 'cause it's all i got. 

rhye: stay open.

gratitude in every cell, like the warm sun. 

god doesn't steer my car

but sometimes i wonder if he messes with the clutch

justice. little by little.

i can do titles. this one deserves developing.

terms of endearment

poopie
fool
mother fucker
dood

ooh! one of those things is not like the other!

boo
cutie
sugar
sweetie
but fool is by far my all time favorite