Three

Third morning with sun in a row. Take that!

!!!!!!!!!!!

The Jerk by Jeffrey McDaniel

Hey you, dragging the halo-
how about a holiday in the islands of grief?

Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.
Your eyes are so blue they leak.

Your legs are longer than a prisoner's
last night on death row.

I'm filthier than the coal miner's bathtub
and nastier than the breath of Charles Bukowski.

You're a dirty little windshield.

I'm standing behind you on the subway,
hard as calculus. My breath
be sticking to your neck like graffiti.

I'm sitting opposite you in the bar, waiting
for you to uncross your boundaries.

I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.

I want to ride in the swing of your hips.

My fingers will be digging up in you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

But with me for a lover, you won't need
catastrophes. Because the same things that
attracted me in the first place,
will ultimately make me resent you.

I'll start telling you lies, and my lies will sparkle,
become the bad stars you chart your life by.

I'll stare at other women so blatantly,
you'll hear my eyes peeling.

Because sex with you is like Great Britain:
cold, groggy, and a little uptight.
Your bed is a big, soft calculator
where my problems multiply.

Your brain is a garage
I park my bullshit in, for free.

And you're not really my new girlfriend,
just another flop sequel of the first one,
who was based on the true story of my mother.

You're so ugly I forgot how to spell!
I'll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test.
And break your heart just for the sound it makes.

You're the this we need to put an end to.
The more you apologize, the less I forgive you.

So, how about it? You, me, and a bucket of cafe ole?

More !!! (Local boys I need to meet)

http://www.greencycle.ca/

Fuel

People do, in fact, make my world go 'round. I do better when I'm around people. I MAY HAVE FOUND PEOPLE TO TALK PLANTS WITH IN THE FLESH, having contacted the dudes in the link below and started an awesome email conversation. Dude's taken the spiral farm course. Roxorz.

Watching Juggler do math is sexy, for no reason that I can come up with.

Getting laid makes me happy. Seeing people I haven't seen for awhile makes me happy. Talking to people I don't know much and finding that they say stuff I agree with/am interesting in makes me happy. Talking about plants and gardening makes me happy. Seeing people I care for happy makes me happy. Food makes me happy.

Waiting for the bus to go to somewhere I'll be alone makes me melancholy. Luckily, there's email here, and sleep, and tomorrow I get to see more people! Tillie, are we doing morning or afternoon? I need to spend the other half of the day in bed with my boyfrend.

This book I keep talking about is really great. Plus, I've remembered that it's mine, not borrowed, so I can highlight the good passages!

Koppermoon, can I give you three boxes of books to bookcross?

Another Link

And before bed, here's another link. This one's about boulevard farming in Vancouver. I don't necessarily agree with everything eh says, and in some cases he's shooting too low, and in some too high, but it's the sort of fabulous visualisation I do when I'm walking down the street next to you staring dreamily at the yards.

http://republic-news.org/archive/128-repub/128_potvin_farming.htm