I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[SadLuckDame]

Sometimes I don't leave my thread.

[SadLuckDame]

No wonder you're angry.
You're all wet!

[SadLuckDame]

Before you can even reply, I have you and I going through all of these episodes.

[stilltrucking]

when I was a kid I used to hear people say "Clothes Make the Man"
what do clothes do for woman I wonder

the red shirt with all those buttons

what the heck is going on I keep trying to post it and you get two more posted before I got one.

Yes all wet
hardly dry behind the ears
I just discovered america and girls

[SadLuckDame]

Ha Ha! I didn't even think about that part that you couldn't write until I was done writing.
American girls, they just grinning.

[SadLuckDame]

Sweet dreams, Jack.
I missed you.

[SadLuckDame]

Sigh. I am not good with change.
It makes me struggle.

[stilltrucking]

same here

[SadLuckDame]

Then I type a v, followed by e and affectionately giving it a comma plus an enter key.
I hit the shift plus my B. I start to think of looking into broken mirrors in the bedroom and when peering into them and imagining the broken coming together to form the picture, there I am, writing to you. It's like my stockinged feet standing on the broken glass and photographing, the want in the 'I want to gift this to you'.

I think how the snow would be falling, only it's not, it feels like it is the beginning of some season I haven't heard of, but I'm experiencing it.
I wait on snow, there is cold air.

I see my breath create the cloud on the window, then I draw a few letters, write the letter v, followed by an e. I touch right next to it and leave a finger tip dot that drops a bit and creates a comma. I move my finger below and picture the arrows on an elementary page, start at the top, go down, go back to top and curve around, I'm drawing B.

Hello, again.
How we meet.
Here we meet.
Where we met.

[stilltrucking]

when we meet on the ice in the shadows
in the ministry of love
I am hoping I can remember what it was I was going to say, I got to be out the door at 8AM sharp it is 7:43 AM now.

something about this
Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one.
he does not say humans but man, does that exclude woman? He was a stickler for words...very precise in his language which is a very precise language....German.

Today is going to be my birthday from now on, The Day He Died the day I was born.

I am tired of being born on December 7
My poor little baby sister tried so hard but she is still young, I don't think she can relate to being 74 years old.
I love her so
I pity men without sisters.

I got to go struggle for the legal tender
easymoney job, I can't believe my luck

write at you later
jt

[SadLuckDame]

We sleep soundly on the shadows
made from ice and we want the fish swimming in the waters below.
We want them when we dream.
We want them when we're waking.
Always is the want of

and it's clean,
it is as old as the world.
I am like a natural creature with a shell on my back
and a claw that grasps. I am white and shivering.

I try to go to the wild forest to collect tools,
tools that will be used to crack ice.
Tools that the waters have not seen and do not know.

All the preparation
so that tonight we eat,
we might feast.

It is the hope that crawls across the climate.
It is a season. We know a good season and how to pick it up.
We pick it up in the same way we pick up meat.

[stilltrucking]

feels good to be meat
feels good to be me
I don't dig Hide-digger
but I read him in little bits
amazing

too many tools

Call me Ismael
Call me Nevin R. Johnson
You mean I'm going to stay this color

feels good to be a man, even so
yes it is hope
that sustains life
I wonder if fish hope too
I used to be a fish.

sweet poem
I am stoned and just typing
it is what I do when I am not doing anything else.
good to have a pen pal like you
got to maybe stop smoking on the week ends, makes me work harder than I have to sometimes.
oh well
the day is done
I am done
I do sleep soundly on the sound of water
have ever fallen asleep near an ocean beach

damn I thought I might make through this text box without an emoticon.
sorry about that.

[SadLuckDame]

Well then in that case...
I hope it was the hope of a fish
that his hope brought you here
and because I can believe in a thing such as a fish's hope,
it makes me see you easier.

[stilltrucking]

you ever get the Suckerfish blues?
http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=24930

Faith, hope and charity
what else is there?

and it's clean,
it is as old as the world.
I am like a natural creature with a shell on my back
and a claw that grasps. I am white and shivering.

faith hope and charity
yes older than words
before the beginning
before the word

I write to make myself clear to you, clear as a gin-clear mountain stream

[SadLuckDame]

What happened Jack was that she went fishing at the river,
it was icy and frozen out, but that was the reflection inside
(all cohesive like)

and then with the frozen fingers
she was trying to put bait on the hook,
instead of that
that bait! she hooked right through her finger.

At first thoughts she thought something along the lines of...
'How did that happen if my finger was frozen?
Wouldn't it be too hard to hook through a thing likes that.'

neener neener

Stupid girls, but we got to keep em around for such suches anyways.