some disconnected thoughts that occurred to me this week and some old writing and a picture or two

I wrote the end of the story and no one even read it...

Have you ever noticed how cilantro tastes like stink bugs? (I've never eaten a stink bug of course, but I know how they smell and smell and taste go together)

It occurred to me this past week that I am homeless. (Not literally of course. Maybe I will elaborate in a later blog.)

One day I am just going to explode (because I keep too many thoughts inside) 

Forty years and nothing ever changed. 

I LOVE the sky all of the time, like this one from today

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I didn't think I liked jazz that much but whatever this is I am listening to from Rollins College radio is sooooooooooo good.  Maybe I will listen to this more.

That Chinese food last night was nasty. 

People have gone crazy in this world. 

I really miss those phone calls at 2 AM 

I wonder what became of Jay Sirrah?  One blogger I really miss. 

I saw this on someone's random page somewhere in the blogs of strangers that I read from time to time. It explains a lot. I was born in July Hahahahah    No wonder I wrote that poem down below this. 🤣

Warm Bodies

Whispered desires

a hypnotic melody

Drawing me close

unable to resist

A searing touch

branding me

Swaying to music

only we can hear

My head on your chest

as I listen

For a heart to beat

in rhythm with mine

I imagine the sound

in the darkness

As I build my reality

out of ghosts

The only warm bodies

in my bed

~Lia 2013

And that is it for now.