Charlotte Ronson FALL 2012
Busy and bleeding, bleeding and busy.
Acing this, neglecting that.
Not wanting anyone but you
they are trying to become real, advance in a way that supersedes my sensibilities
Walking on all of the cracks and none of the mass
Nothing to do with grit
Everything to do with timing.
2 pairs of eyes bore into 2 pair of eyes
not more or less.
Just you, just you
Won't let them in, not even for a second
they are bound for other rocky stints I want no part of.
Uphill will keep them at bay
softer and easier will keep them.
I m waving at you always.
Dedicated to projecting seething meanderings accompanied by street grit...assholes welcome;)
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
PARKCHOONMOO & Loss Upon Loss.
PARKCHOONMOO 2012 Spring.
You know, it's an odd feeling to be an addict in recovery. An odd challenge you're faced with. People come and go in meetings; you see them and then you don't. When a bunch of junkies are trying to stay clean, you are bound to have some fatalities. Be that as it may, it seems that there has been ALOT lately. Even if you didn't know the person on an intimate level, it becomes a family/team effort in sticking together and is devastating when we "lose one." It almost seems for me personally, that with outsiders, non addicts, associates, elder family members etc.. I have become slightly jaded. Death is always in your face and never far away from you when you have a hovering and patient monkey brooding over your livelihood, but it seems difficult for me to emote with those above mentioned but very easily felt for my kind, inner circle folk and ANY animal I come across. I have shed more tears over the fate of a deer running across Highway 35 than some people that have passed in my life. I know that sounds thoroughly fucked and maybe it is.
Be that as it may, it never gets easier with people afflicted in "our" (addicts) way. It never doesn't hurt that another addict couldn't get or stay on the wagon. The death toll that overdosing is racking up is inconceivable and hellacious. I prefer it not to be this way.
You know, it's an odd feeling to be an addict in recovery. An odd challenge you're faced with. People come and go in meetings; you see them and then you don't. When a bunch of junkies are trying to stay clean, you are bound to have some fatalities. Be that as it may, it seems that there has been ALOT lately. Even if you didn't know the person on an intimate level, it becomes a family/team effort in sticking together and is devastating when we "lose one." It almost seems for me personally, that with outsiders, non addicts, associates, elder family members etc.. I have become slightly jaded. Death is always in your face and never far away from you when you have a hovering and patient monkey brooding over your livelihood, but it seems difficult for me to emote with those above mentioned but very easily felt for my kind, inner circle folk and ANY animal I come across. I have shed more tears over the fate of a deer running across Highway 35 than some people that have passed in my life. I know that sounds thoroughly fucked and maybe it is.
Be that as it may, it never gets easier with people afflicted in "our" (addicts) way. It never doesn't hurt that another addict couldn't get or stay on the wagon. The death toll that overdosing is racking up is inconceivable and hellacious. I prefer it not to be this way.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
White Rabbits & Curiosities.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Happy Birthday Tay, love of my Life.
iv>You are the only thing I have no doubts that I have done perfectly. Have a great birthday darlin. I love you.
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