West Coast Plastic.
September 30, 2009 
Cut me up, take out the fat.
Cut me up, put in that silicone.
Cut me up, raise my eyebrows.
Cut me up, reshape my hips.
Break my nose.
Inject my lips.
Sew “me” up.
And I’m beautiful.
September 29, 2009 
Second and Third Families.
September 27, 2009 
I don’t know where I would be without my second family (Sarah) and third family (Connector people).
Still Nothing?
I can’t get my sketches right, I can’t take a picture in focus.
I’ve been trying to pinpoint my problem.
Tonight, I think I found my answer.
I have so much in my head and heart.
I want spill it, like paint from a can.
I want to throw it all on the canvas for everyone to see.
I want every brush stroke to reflect my feelings.
But I’m too afraid.
Afraid- that it might be too early, that you won’t say it back, of what others will think, how it will affect me, you, us.
Will things get weird?
Or will life with you continue to be wonderful?
Oh these feelings, these words. Until I get them out, everything else will stay inside.
Love. You’re never easy.
Creativity, Where’d Ya Go?
I am at a creative stand-still. My brain has temoporarily ceased to think in a unique way. Writing has become a struggle. I can’t compose a photograph. My pencil sits on a piece of paper and doesn’t make a single mark. I haven’t even touched my paints. What is going on with me?
Hello Fall.
Wow, it’s almost October.
Hello epic photography, apple/pumpkin picking, warm sweaters and scarves. Now weather? Please stay sunny, but around 50. Thank you.
Someone Please Tell Me:
Where the fuck is my head at?!
This has to be the worst fucking day of the week so far.
“I Could Get Used To This”
Sitting on a comfy couch, watching TV in my favorite shirt and panties, your arms around me. I could get used to this.
Circles.
We are two separate, independent people. We go our own ways in the morning hours, live our own lives and we are happy that way. We recognize each other’s need for freedom. Afternoon rolls away and we begin to feel a certain emptiness. We begin to crave that which we so miss. By night we feel alone and realize that this freedom is not all it is cracked up to be. As I lie awake in bed, you come home to me. Our bodies merge into a single being, complete and at peace. In the midnight hours, we could not dream of being apart as we cling to one another. And as daylight creeps in we slowly and painfully break the circle, comforted only by thoughts of nights to come.
