Letters of Nothing To Anybody



I took pictures of an electric red-orange sunset this evening. I hope the colours come out even somewhat close to what they were. I freaked out and ran out to the pond to try and get some shots which didn't turn out so well, but I managed a few off the deck out back.

It's been overcast the past week or so and it makes me sleepy. I want more sun so the flowers open and the lighting is good.

I feel angsty and want to lash out at people. Not everyone, but some people. There's really no other reason than I don't like the way I am spoken too,but if I had such a huge problem with it I would say so. Maybe I will. Maybe I just don't care enough. Sometimes it's more fun to avoid the whole thing, like a game of cat and mouse noone knows we're playing but me and I snicker and shoot in and out of shadows and hide under tarps and use subterfuge and sneak and I am like a rogue only I won't stab anyone in the back, least not that I'll tell. But I very well might.

But yeah, little things grate my nerves like when knuckles accidentally get scraped with the carrots. There's never any blood in the salad, though.

I only need validation from one person.


I hope it's nice tomorrow so I can sneak around the pond and catch the snakes sunning themselves. There's one out there that's pretty huge, almost the girth of my wrist. And I want to see if I can catch a grasshopper. And a baby toad. And an inchworm.

And pull the legs off em.

Just kidding.

And I want the garden spiders to make webs so I can take pictures of those too. Even though they're the width of my palm on a good day. And bright yellow and black. If not, it's okay. I had a spider on me the other day when I took a walk out in the woods and I didn't shriek and run. It wasn't one of those big wolfy spiders, if it had been, my poor spoogeberried hoodie would still be sitting out there waiting for me to come back and pick it up.

Anyway.
| posted by Whatsername again....? @ 5/23/2006 04:01:00 am |
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