i don’t really know why, but i feel like i am in a sour mood today. thumbs down. I just want to go home and hide under the quilt and read scary stories to tell in the dark, and make funny faces at all the people i pass on the way.
maybe it’s because i didn’t sleep well. i had crazy dreams of blood sucking caterpillars feeding off of my head. i can imagine how i looked in bed, asleep, pulling them all out of my hair. they were really amazing looking— once i finally got them off. they were like little glow worms with a transparent complexion. with the apparent digestive track visible through the back of the creature. this created a deep red glowing streak down the body of the caterpillar which slowly faded after i pulled them away from my skin. as fascinating as it was, lets just say i washed my hair twice this morning.
i need the sun to turn my mood around. i need the ocean. lets make it happen.
i just bid on 5 different orchids that are all ending within the next 15 hours… that will be around 1:00am tomorrow morning. ah. they are all incredibly low priced as of now. and half of them are buy one get one free. though some are smaller 2inch plants that may take up to 12 months to bloom. i think it will be miraculous when they do. they all have the most lovely flowers. and if i win, i will have so many that i will have to share with a certain fellow plant lover.
with the struggle people are having finding jobs you would have thought that the three applicants that were scheduled for interviews today would have actually shown up. i guess its not as dire as i imagine. i know there must be so many people that need jobs, why don’t they ever show up? we are one of the only companies that is trying to rapidly hire hire hire in a climate of fire fire fire.
i’m not good with economics, ill just stick to what i know. plants are good for me.
It’s a brushfire spreading, feeding as it moves It’s a disappeared glacier, it’s an airborne flu It’s your disbelieving eyes locked in concrete miles It’s your yawning conscious and your lawyer’s smile It’s an occupied country, foaming at the mouth No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud It’s a military mother with a boy in hell And it’s a flag draped casket down an oil well It’s an Argentina school girl, gagged and bound It’s a torture camp, it’s a long way down It’s the constant brace and shock of now It’s the whole damn world turned inside out, all right
It’s a march to extinction with your god in step It’s his name in your mouth, it’s his cross on your neck It’s a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt And he’s panting the ‘Our Father’ in staccato spurts now that’s his automatic rifle and it tells no lies That’s his truth in your stomach, it’s no alibi But the trouble lies on the other side
With an equal truth prepping for his holy night He sees his crescent and the star in the virgin sky He hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife And as he eases to the check point, he is calm and sure It’s collateral damage, it’s the cost of war
It’s another bag of bones for the gods to sort It’s just another bag of bones for the gods to sort
It’s the species disappearing, all the birds fly south In a January heat wave and a pulsing crowd It’s an African militia, kids with sub machines It’s a conflict diamond on your bride to be It’s the dispossessed lining up every gate It’s the facts worth facing, faced way too late It’s the mission of modernity, go get what’s yours’ ’Til there’s nothing leftover to get no more And it’s not what were owed but it’s what we’ve earned And it’s closer than we realized that it’s time now, to burn
i wish i had more things sprouted and ready to plant by now. i have three large bags of wildflower seeds that are whispering guerrilla gardening thoughts into my head. i think i might ravish the park near my house with some sprinkled color. or maybe this damp overgrown ditch near my office could use a little sprucing up.
and there is a little someone who wants me to get something “started” from him to grow, but he seems to have killed plants that i have gifted upon him in the past… so we shall see how this goes. he might get “stuck” with a cactus… or some hardy succulent.
this weekend encompasses a holiday, anniversaries of birth, and festivities. shortly after work i will head to the store, to the grocer, and to my crazy world of crafting to supply these entities.
i want to spend the day in a hammock… a whole day, soon.