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Tumbled Down the stairs

queball — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 21:33:55 GMT

Moment realized when foot caught air and my forehead fell, I tumbled down the stairs I tumbled down the stairs. Was quite a while before I screamed Edge of life tearing and I tumbled down the stairs I tumbled down the stairs. Head exploding, firmament shows, through eyes laid bare I tumbled down the stairs I tumbled down the stairs. Tangled in a pile while carpet stained rare cause I tumbled down the stairs I tumbled down the stairs. Last go before I sleep. Pray for family, my soul to keep cause I tumbled down the stirs cause I tumbled down the stairs.

Soaring

queball — Tue, 18 Jul 2006 16:18:45 GMT

I look down on my past as a raptor views its prey. I spot people and times that make me pause and swoop down and pluck them from my pool of memories. I take these morsel back to my nest and devour them again and again. Smiling, awash with the emotions of the moment. I sing, I cajole, I chuckle, I embrace. My life would be such an empty place without being able to look down on my life as a vast ocean of soul nourishing memories of friends, places and lovers.

Take a walk on the wild side

queball — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 01:02:25 GMT

Listening to Lou Reed now. I think back to my H.S. days and grooving to this tune, not really investigating the words and their meaning. Just grooving on the beat and singing the refrain. Today, it's obvious that Lou is talking about transvestites and their trials and tribulations For me even back then, it was about breaking out of my mundane suburban existence. Somehow expressing the weird that was in me as I sang. Looking for that edge of reality. dut, ta dut, ta dut. ta dut. ta dut.....Take a walk on the wild side. It wasn't until I discovered that Burning Man existed that I could let go. Let myself roll with all the rocking that was going on. There was a whole lot of gender bending on the playa and I could understand the need to sing their body solo. I've never had the urge to don a dress, even for all hollows eve, but I could understand the desire to dress wild, to be extravagant and draw attention like a peacock. I don't preen or lip sync but I've been known to strut a time or two. I've often searched out things or events that are edgy. I read about news of the weird and strange, I study fetishes and I'm just plain fascinated by the bizarre. People who break the norms of society seem more real to me then the prepackaged, homogenized, wonder-bread, row-home-living surbanites. I can't be bothered to adhere to some books rules or some societies placating moral-majority ways. Life's more interesting as I sing the soul eclectic. Boy what a long strange trip it's been, jus to walk on the wild side.

I love the smell of pines in the morning, smells like, everlasting promise.

queball — Fri, 31 Mar 2006 16:51:22 GMT

Today, I head north, braving the cool temps with mind open and adventure on my lips I long to breathe in the scent of pine and look over the mountainscape I love to feel my insignificance as broad trunks roar into the sky I spend my time staring, burning those images into my head all the while sucking in their scent I scramble, I play, I rejoice at the majestic wonders around me, I so eagerly gulp down But my time is short and I will push my imagination as far as it will go for this trip I will be left with impressions of grandeur, a calm soul and a small smile. Anyway. There's no time like the present and so I'm starting this hoping I can turn on the faucet of my thoughts and let it spill out. I just hope nobody steps in it and slips.