Content

Content in being who I am, I accept my past, present, and future. I live alone, but I am never lonely...never bored. What is boredom? Define? How can mind sit idle and not drift to another place, event, time, or what have you? Hyper is what I am. Without drugs to dull my mind...without the alcohol to numb...I FEEL! The feel of pain and joy...opposite, but contrasting subjectively feeling - objectively defining - researching... Answers bring forth more questions and things to do and think of. That is my constant.

Changes are all around and I see them. I see the interconnectedness. I see how killing a bug is murder and not self-defense if it is only going about its business. Are you aware of yourself?

It is funny how I have kept track of what insects I have crashed for no purpose save to kill. To which bird or beast I have spoken with. To say they answer in word, you may believe me mad. However, communication comes in signs - as an Anglo uses sign with a Frank. Body speaks in faces, eyes, gestures, and postures. Communication is not limited... Have you spoken to your plant today?

My hair flies in the wind no longer feeling the blowing blast of hot heat electrically generated to dull my tresses. No time for polished nails or outlined eyes. Not at this point. Mirror mirror on the wall - these are things I do not call. Self is self be ragged or regal, yet the blind see neither (NITHER NEETHER). More at feel and hearing of heart. Blind judgement is so fair.

Am I man/woman - woman/man? Mother/father? Sister/brother? Yes...

To say that anger does not dwell in me would be fiction, but past does not bring anger. Anger is a moment spent and gone in an instant. Later laughed at in jokes of how stupid it all was. Laughter! Ah yes! That which bring laugh lines. Welcome, I pray you! Cause such lines to define what I cannot see.

No knitted brow or crinkled forehead of worry. No crows feet that I can see? Sight is to short for comprehending total picture in totality.

Reading and crying as I enter the story. Living through a character or characters. Playing a role like an actor yet not knowing the lines. Surprise!! Not all ends happy...not happy...more at what one wishes. Wishes? May I say! Not to wish leaves void tomorrows. Hope! When tomorrow is today, how will you feel about yesterday?

Some old say "youth is wasted on the young." Perhaps those that say such think that wisdom only comes with age. Thus age holds more value? Tis not the case. Youth can be wise when wisdom is within and used despite the odd of not being heard.

"Children should be seen and not heard." Bad and bah! They are as capable as adults - like "Little Me." Crippled only by the captive parent. Parenting should not spoil the seed making needy by controlling factors. Where lies freedom? Behold self as a dwarf. Examine your roots.

Define self in past, present, and see future different. Untie the ties that bind. If viewed as mad, care not. Be happy as you have arrived in a free world.

T.V.? Entertainment aimed at ceasing communication between individuals who stare like sheep plugged in not bleeping. Bah bah! How will you make the wool?

World tumbles as you know it? What will you do? Will you seek the guidance of the "THEM?" The puppet masters? Do you NEED the control factor?

The rooms of many colors and one room flipped...all objects of days gone by in abstract colors and form. In a loud half drunk voice he yells to the room, me, and the open window: "Plug me back in! I want to be like them. I don't want to know what I know. I never fucked an older broad...I'll do you a favor." "No favors needed...not interested." My eyes scan and scope scissor on table. All words of "tombstones" were taken back, but is he dead? Did he fall off the flower pot that he balances on in unbalanced stated state? His belief in superstition may have gotten him. Friend in the end with handshake, I have to call.

Ah, the clowning of yesterday's laughs and playing dress up for the camera. I directed and she played. A frown was turned upside down. The joy of friendship: sharing, singing, laughing and sharing...exploring newness yet not new. She sees her beauty as I have shown her other sides of self that may not have been seen as rapidly - rapidly so she glows! Photos burned to disc and petals shared along with dried leaves...she leaves different...energized.

Contacts contacting other world kind of matter of this world...almost surreal - real wonderful connections! Poetic, artistic, creative: ALIVE! So alive to revive that which was "sort of" lost...having had at one point almost finding square...evolution back to me. This round more understanding - more forgiving - more loving - real love - asexual - man/woman no difference. Age? - no difference. Race? No difference. Sameness. Et cetera et cetrea et cetera. What are boundaries when you are free? There aren't any. Push! Push away as I love cliffs! Wee ha! New adventures.

How old am I? How old do you think I am? Mind you, I don't use Oil of Olay. ~ Maggie @ 3:10 on August 12, 2007