Luz

Turns out that love is easier than hate
and I should probably stick to loving the people
in my life, even if these persons have hurt me.

Revenge as oft depicted by Tarantino and Pak
is long, ugly and ultimately not worth the time.
The pain, anger and sadness are temporary. Life
ebbs between lightness and heaviness and tonight
I am light.

awkward, sort of

Perils of having parents on FB: Mom said,
"Mirina, I saw you went out drinking with friends.
And with boys too( disapproving voice)."
I didn't have the heart to tell her that more than half
the boys were absolutely apt to dress me rather than undress me
and that the other set of boys are just good friends
^_____^

"Angel" - Massive Attack

had a badass cinematic dream,
soundtrack included.

i'm in this mockup of Sacred Hearts Academy.
in my dreams SHA is a large labrynth like complex
that smacks of a penitentiary. the red roof
translates well into my dreams. we are all in
our late teens, congregating in the gym.
there are boys and girls, we have on the same
uniforms, raglan tees and black shorts.
we're all just doing what we have to do,
knowing the inevitable.


suddenly, i realize i have to escape this joint.
i'm opening all these ornate doors,
trying to escape but am being
shot at from the outside.
i move between doors for cover and when
i face each door the view is clouded.
these ornate doors turn into cheap mirrors
as soon as i face them. i can't see my enemies
and there are bullets whizzing past my head,
stucco and wood fragments flying in fractals.
::Cue in Massive Attack's "Angel"::

suddenly this dude comes out of nowhere
and starts running with me. he leads me out of the gym
and asks me to get into a Japanese van, which promptly
turns into a badass bike. the bike is silver and blue.
i'm holding on to this bike for dear life,
i can feel the wind in my face.
i see the stars above us.
mostly i feel safe.

his bike is lighting up the road.
we are driving on a well paved road then veer
on to a dirt track. the dirt is brown sugar in hue.
there are more kids in uniforms stuck at this fence.
it's just this fence and green grass on the other side.
attempt one, ram gate open. this fails. attempt two
trying to jump a fence and then somebody woke me up.

i wonder who else has multimedia dreams.

Having One

oh sweet clove cigarette, my lungs feel incapacitated but the cloudy lungs
they are worth the smoke. puff puff puff signals. now i know why singers
smoke regularly. how else is one supposed be mindful of breathing?

Isn't it terrible that all the fun things in life are bad for your health-
but such is life! bacon= tasty, drinking= jubilation, speeding=fun and
no matter how many strips of bacon i eat while downing martini in my mother's
beamer, i will never crash.

On Floundering

ah one of my favorite subjects.
my endless floundering. mermaid in a bathtub,
odd creation crash landed in the middle of the pacific ocean.
slosh, slosh, slosh.
now i'm drier and have stopped smoking.
this time is for me.

this is my mild and sly return to the blogosphere.
home of my heart for the past 11 years.
i can't muster the will to deaden the itch to type
the itch to write. i hear that the choice to write is a suicide pact.
but what am i to do with no vice?

with my new fangled freedom
i've been blowing up Facebook,
reading a Queen Mary boatload of articles on everything from
physics to fashion, circuits to circus, our love affair with technology,
the legality of state sanctioned assassination and living a life eating bitter.

projects here i come