May 2009
7 posts
Wondering
I wonder if gay men are turned on when they are checked for prostate cancer.
I wonder if there will ever be a time in modern day life where I will not hear the phrase, “It’s like this song was written for me.”
I wonder if my mom knows I hate my father.
I wonder if everyone is as dorky as me on the inside.
I wonder if chickens have orgies.
I wonder if you put a hamster in...
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you...”
– Pablo Neruda (100 Love Sonnets/Cien Sonetos De Amor)
The Future
Yea, I need some fucking medications.
The Present
It’s hard. It’s gritty. It’s full of crap that we deal with even though we hate it. God I hate it that I’m too scared and, yes, even too nice sometimes to bother screaming about it.
The Past
It’s odd. No matter how much we run away, it keeps coming up.
I think some of us just need medication to keep it away. Hell, we all have our demons.