Day Thirty One
Art
Greetings from the beaches of Mexico…
it isn’t so difficult to be kind
at least, not to other people
there is something about you that gets in my mind
and I can’t stand to be nice to you
maybe it’s because you are the same
and you just want to see what will happen if you provoke me
I just want you to know that I’m sick of this game
and the way you twist my words and feelings
try to have a little compassion
and maybe a little common sense
then maybe our interactions
won’t be so violent
“When did you finally give up?”
“A little while after that recording there. I was stingy with my breath and left the city. I moved down here and I started to build this place.”
“And not one moment too soon! You have nearly completed your shelter.”
“Yeah, that’s right…”
“You were wise. Your thoughts were just. You were right about everything. You must feel wonderful and satisfied. You survived. You won the game. You were the last man standing - beyond all time, beyond -“
“NO. NO! I’m the devil!”
—-
“Tell me the punchline to the longest joke in history.”
“Which is - that I should have wasted more breath.”
b. dolan - RETURN TO THE AIR
Day Fifteen
Art
Behold and be amazed by the solar powered light jar!!! It isn’t complete yet, but it is on its way. I bought a $4 solar powered garden light and a $3 jar, ripped the light to shreds and attached the innards (including the lithium battery, the solar panel, and the light bulb) to the lid of the jar. So far so good. All I need to do at this point is find some glass frosting to decorate the outside of the jar and some pebbles to place inside, and it will look fantastic!! You really should try this some time - quite a challenging but interesting task!
Day Fifteen
Cooking
Today I woke up and I thought, “I want to make a penne pasta with chicken and spinach.” And that is what I did! The only thing I needed a recipe for was the spinach pesto, which was fabulous: lemon juice, a pound of spinach, cheese, italian seasoning, and chicken broth all blended together to a perfectly delicious sauce for the pasta. My two mistakes, however, is that I didn’t cook the pasta quite long enough and I definitely did not add enough chicken! But it was a fairly decent recipe in the end.
I love the mystery of being misunderstood
I love being able to close my eyes
and think of a million crazy things at night just before I fall asleep
crazy things that other people will never understand
and I am happy with it
because I know that I am I and they are they
and I don’t need to be a part of them if I have this own imaginary world inside my head
and I love being able to talk about
obscure things that know ones knows or likes
and being able to find the beauty in them
and have them find the beauty in me
unlike the people I am around
and I adore smiling at the cute things people do
they way they act or talk or behave
the way they respond to certain things, and how they are always so different
but always the same in every way
and I love the way candles stay lit
and I love this day and how I’ve spent it
and I love this life and I love my friends
and I love my family, even my loose ends
and I love the way the air smells during a rain
and I love the bright colors people wear every day
and I love the feeling of the sun on my cheeks
and I love people and I love me
I love me, I love me
I love awkward silences because they make you feel
I love profound statements because they make you see
I love unusual people because I can identify with them
and I love average people because they are mysteries to me
just as I am a mystery to them
just as though every person you meet
is a magical gift waiting to be opened
a magical gem waiting to be discovered
on their lonely island
that is connected to other lonely islands all over the world
Day Fourteen
Art
there would be
nothing in this world
that could satisfy me more
than screaming
a stream of obscenities
into a megaphone
at a crowd of people
who deserve it
or to
throw a stone
at a glass building
and watch as it crumbles
and listen as it shatters
nothing more satisfying
than to destroy something beautiful
or at the very least
meaningful
I was born at 2 am
in a lonely country field
last night
it was 15 miles outside of the city
a place where lovers and strangers go
a place where the evenings give birth to the mornings
and life begins to glow
I was born years before
cradled in a valley
under the thousands of diamonds
that brought light to my imagination
its hard to believe
but I have never stopped being born
and the dying
it happens
along the way
you lose something
but then you find something to take its place
something bigger than you ever thought you would find
but you also remember what you lost
and it means more to you
than when you had it
staring into the faces
eyes twinkling in the night sky
expressions distorted by smoke and smog
as the stars shone down on the city
and made its neon lights
only seem like faint candles
ready to be blown out
I thought I had everything
last night at 3 am
while the silence sung to me
a lullaby only I could understand
we were brighter
than we have ever been
today
and lighter
than the heaviest weight
Day Nine
Cooking
I made some brownies that I found on the back of a Nestles cocoa box, but I replaced sugar with Splenda (we are a sugar-free family)…. wasn’t the best… Then again, I can’t stand the taste of Splenda, so perhaps that is why?
