Girl With The Curls

Girl With The Curls
Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire __One Percent - 1%__ Warrior-woman; a Valkyrie. I'll always be yours. Always...and never.



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Thursday, November 25, 2004
I must be at a delirious level. Been up a while and moving. I love to serve.
Thinking, many things floating in my mind...

I speak in a poem when conversing with folk. I know it is strange.
I need to...listen to what I say enabling me to listen to what I say for several reasons. A digital recorder would be sensational to have. My dude has been wanting to get one for me; money.

Time - Pink Floyd; The Dark Side of The Moon
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
A friend made a comment about my handwriting being "girly." I don't think that he really saw my handwriting. Most people can't read my handwriting. Sometimes, I can barely read it. My dude can read all my shit. I take that for granted. I love to type on the PC because I can use any font, it is uniform, people can read it, I'm self-conscious that I don't have pretty, neat, feminine handwriting. Oh well, I'm not gonna try to improve it! I'm done with being letter perfect.

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