Tales from the sea...

GOOD BYE CRUEL WORLD...

PQL — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 19:27:50 GMT

That's it! I've had enough of this insanity! I'm leaving for parts unkown. (camping with friends this weekend) Here's to Camp Mojito! Where the women are pirates, the bears know kung fu, and the rum's always gone. Hope I make it back. If not, you'll know that I ended up bear feed.

What I be yearnin' for...

PQL — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:18:27 GMT

Sea Fever I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gyspy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. John Masefield

Back by Request...for Crystal :)

PQL — Mon, 09 Jul 2007 17:01:01 GMT

What Do Women Want? I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap. I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what's underneath.... I want to walk like I'm the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad. I want it to confirm your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you or anything except what I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment from its hanger like I'm choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, and I'll wear it like bones, like skin, it'll be the goddamned dress they bury me in. Kim Addonizio

I am...

PQL — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 14:59:47 GMT

The words "I am" are potent words; be careful what you hitch them to. The thing you're claiming has a way of reaching back and claiming you. A.L. Kitselman