Open Heart Purgery

If you rip open my chest,
And look at my heart,
Your name is etched there,
Like a Grecian work of art.

If you rip out my eyes,
And look at my brain,
Your words live there,
In amongst the pain.

If you rip out my stomach,
And look inside,
You'll find your pain,
That I've tried to hide.

If you rip out my back,
And see clearly the pain,
From the stumps of wings,
That shall fly not again.

Dano '07

(wrote this last night)

Poetry Written in Gasoline...

...which is an analogy for my life.
I guess my confusion subsided, but unfortunately someone got hurt. I didn't mean for this to happen, but it did. It has pretty much subsided now though, we are talking again.

I am starting anew, from scratch, like a good bread recipe, only more rising time required.
I am waking up slowly, and reaching out my hand, to grasp what I've always wanted and needed. Seeking my truth as only I can. Much more weight this time. This is the story of how one night can weigh a ton. A metric ton that is. Making long the nights, making short the days.
Stepping forward on pieces of glass, only to enjoy the pain for a little while. Lets me know I'm alive, or at least that's what they say. A little blood never hurt anyone. Much too much, for so little. Conversations with myself, I always seem to lose. Oh well, it's probably just the booze.
Waking up in someone else's bed, just to realize, I'm already dead.

Beowulf...

...was pretty good, a little too much computer animation for my taste, but that's just me.
I've seen three or four movie adaptations of this classic story now, and I'd have to say this is the best one so far. Some of them are just crap, so the comparison isn't as great as you might think.

Lots to do in the next few days, Xmas party with Andrea, various dinner parties and such.

I'm glad for the conclusion to my insanity, at least in this case, it was/is a weird time in my life. Moving on, moving forward, moving sideways, just nice to move again. Sigh...girls...sigh.

Awesome...

Which this picture states, and truly is awesome.




What isn't awesome are bartenders who can't make a paralyzer. It's not that hard people. It doesn't have to be cold, in other words, ice doesn't prevent it from curdling. You have an acid(pop) and a base(milk), if you have more milk than pop, it's not going to curdle. Milk is the main ingredient, not the pop. Trying to explain this to stupid blondes is of course futile. So, whenever I see that paralyzers on special, I refrain from having one, cuz it's just gonna be a lesson in futility.

Going to see Beowulf tonight, should be awesome!

Well, it's been a while....

...and a lot has changed since my last post. No longer living in Vancouver, nor will I ever live there again. Ironically, I just came back from there, just a short trip.

I've been noticing the lack of evolution in former friends, or should I say friends that I once wished were more than friends. It's sad, but good in a lot of ways, because now I can clear that head-space for others. Some people, it seems, grew up too fast, and now just seem tired. Others still enjoy a good joint or drink on a tuesday, but don't seem interested in doing anything else.

Female attention has come back into my life a lot recently, which is strange, good strange of course. It leaves me questioning certain things though. Do they like me for me, or do they like me for their own self-esteems? Which one is less likely to annoy me? Not that I have to choose just one, but I don't really have the energy for more. Nor the funds to entertain more than one...ha ha! I have been called "hot," but I'd rather be called "kind," or "smart."

Anyway, maybe I'll post more soon, cuz I still have one friend that blogs, and now that no one really does, I have a little more freedom in doing so.