probably 2005, and probably because so much shit went down that year that i wasn't prepared to deal with at all... but more than likely because it just happened, and i don't really remember anything before that
Have you ever dreamt of a major city you've never been to? And one, without an obvious name? A no-name city? Including its architecture, underpasses, outskirts, etc? Describe it, if you have.
Gah! I had some long years in my teen years....I'd rather share my dream--not a city but, a place nonetheless.
Okay, in this dream, I was in this large room, and there were windows but no glass because the room was draped in red silk. Bright red silk. The sun was coming in and it made the breathing, red, silky walls look like they were on fire. I felt really alive in that room, I remember feeling myself smiling and the silk kissed my skin and it was like an angel's touch--so soft. I walked through the room to a large, tiled entranceway, and there was something like a pool but, it wasn't really a pool because it had no bottom (I just seemed to know this) and it went as far as the eye could see. It was surrounded by trees and foliage but, it was still inside because there was an elaborately decorated ceiling above with pieces cut out to let the sunlight in. I walked to the edge and dove on in and started to swim. I felt so peaceful!!! I don't remember after that...
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Okay guys, you know Fins wants a story!! One liners? Come on!!
Alright then....the longest year for me was 1992 because I was graduating high school (surprisingly) and I was all fucked up on drugs and drinking way too much. My parents, who were never really loving to eachother much the whole time they were married, split. My dad, the ever-loving drunk that he has always been, would take to calling the house and talking to me when he was drunk and would make me cry. He tried to off himself by locking himself in his truck at his workshop, which was also where he happend to be living, turned it on and waited for death. It didn't come--someone found him. My mother also ended up calling my younger sister one night saying she was going to jump in front of a subway train...That same year, I found out that my youngest sister's boyfriend and my mother were sleeping with eachother (she subsequently ran off and left us, my 2 sister's and myself, behind to have 3 other kids with this guy). Yeah, it was a year to forget but, one of those ones you just can't. Glad to have made peace with it and moved on!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
thanks BE for sharing what must have been a very painful part of your life
You're one strong soul to have live thru that and still be the happy creative spirit that you are.
I don't mind sharing. We all got shit. You just HAVE to get past it and remember there's still good in the world. "Life's what you make it". LOL! I don't feel strong but, yeah, I guess I am. It was some fucked up shit!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
my memory is a bit vague. but i think this year we are in is my longest remembered year. school is dragging on. i'm waiting for my grand daughter to be born (should be any day now). there's some place else i want to be, but i have to wait another 142 days and summer's on its way.
i know that after mid semester break in a couple of weeks, the rest of the school year will fly by and exams will be here before i know it. which for me also means the pearl jam tour down under.
the new year just can not get here quick enough for me.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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and yes finsy... she got 'er one o' dem 'puters at home now
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Gah! I had some long years in my teen years....I'd rather share my dream--not a city but, a place nonetheless.
Okay, in this dream, I was in this large room, and there were windows but no glass because the room was draped in red silk. Bright red silk. The sun was coming in and it made the breathing, red, silky walls look like they were on fire. I felt really alive in that room, I remember feeling myself smiling and the silk kissed my skin and it was like an angel's touch--so soft. I walked through the room to a large, tiled entranceway, and there was something like a pool but, it wasn't really a pool because it had no bottom (I just seemed to know this) and it went as far as the eye could see. It was surrounded by trees and foliage but, it was still inside because there was an elaborately decorated ceiling above with pieces cut out to let the sunlight in. I walked to the edge and dove on in and started to swim.
It was a Hell of a year....
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Alright then....the longest year for me was 1992 because I was graduating high school (surprisingly) and I was all fucked up on drugs and drinking way too much. My parents, who were never really loving to eachother much the whole time they were married, split. My dad, the ever-loving drunk that he has always been, would take to calling the house and talking to me when he was drunk and would make me cry. He tried to off himself by locking himself in his truck at his workshop, which was also where he happend to be living, turned it on and waited for death. It didn't come--someone found him. My mother also ended up calling my younger sister one night saying she was going to jump in front of a subway train...That same year, I found out that my youngest sister's boyfriend and my mother were sleeping with eachother (she subsequently ran off and left us, my 2 sister's and myself, behind to have 3 other kids with this guy). Yeah, it was a year to forget but, one of those ones you just can't. Glad to have made peace with it and moved on!
You're one strong soul to have live thru that and still be the happy creative spirit that you are.
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I don't mind sharing. We all got shit. You just HAVE to get past it and remember there's still good in the world. "Life's what you make it".
......from all that I know
.........of you, that I want to know
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i know that after mid semester break in a couple of weeks, the rest of the school year will fly by and exams will be here before i know it. which for me also means the pearl jam tour down under.
the new year just can not get here quick enough for me.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say