All Your Life

There are days there are times there are places you know
There are faces and voices and prints in the snow
There are words that have meaning and ones that don't
There are people to love you and people who won't

In the night when it's dark and it's thick and it's cold
And you're starving for arms to have you and hold

The days and times and places and faces
The voices and prints and words and people
The love and the night and the arms and the cold

None of it melts none of it dies
It'll never be hollowed by maggots and flies

The pictures you take that come out all blurry
Will get lost and forgotten and erased in a hurry
Cuz none of that mattered despite its exposure
And none of it helps when you're seeking closure
Trying to escape the glimpse you got caught in
That's sown on and scarred your very being

None of it melts and none of it dies
It'll never be hollowed by maggots and flies

--me

So here I am being ADD and totally not getting away with it. But I've been reading a lot of lit theory and philosophy as a way of speedily getting myself up to date for this exam, and so now I'm haunted with shadows of intentionality and repression and truth as tropes.

So here is the notorious "second paragraph" that everyone is talking about but no one knows how to handle. Taking a break from not doing any work to reflect, I realize that there are many woman in this world that just don't see the world as I do. And I respect that, mostly- because I think that my personal beliefs are specific to me and that those beliefs no matter how firmly I hold myself to them, should not be mandated and imposed on others. However that's the kind of world we live in, a world where black and white characterizations and stone etchings create patriots and good ol' boys, and heretics, and dissenters, and few are so clearly gray that they cannot be generalized into one group or another.

would you eat the moon if it were made of ribs?
it's a simple question, say yes and we'll move on.

"im just trying to be cute
and you're just being mean"

i'll learn what sexy means one of these days... and it'll be good!