I tend to live life at a pace or passion that leaves others feeling a tad spun. I used to want to slow down, become less intense, less focused, to try and fit into their pace. I've come to learn though, it's my fuel. my fire. the passion that keeps me alive. Damn it all, it makes me happy. You just can't deny a girl that.

So, that being said....and tasting from yet another platter off the buffet of life..

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas


'Because if you don't pay close attention and if you don't let the more pregnant possibilities slide into your psyche through the perineum of your id, time just sort of shrugs and winks and strolls on by and then there's you sitting there sort of numb and stunned and blinking fast saying holy shit I never saw that one comin', hell next time I'd better take them juicy opportunities when they come, I'd better laugh when I probably whined and smile when I probably scowled and moan when I probably resisted and lick when I probably blushed and open up my palms and my eyes and my thighs to the divine pinpricks of possibility when I probably clamped down and held back and clenched up, all of which sounds like vague rambling coffee-addled preening but which really means just about everything' ....a reminder from Morford...live