Back to the Grind... Praise!!!

I am so excited to be getting back to work tomorrow. I can't even think about sleeping. We're gonna blow them out of the water with this one, as generic as it is. But it's going to be great, especially for me. I need to work. I need to do IT again. I need to reinforce my abilities and my belief in those abilities. And i'm only taking five little yellow pills with me -- or maybe 7 or 12. But i haven't taken one of those in nearly a month and i won't unless it all starts to fall apart. Which it will, as it always does... But that's okay, i'm game! Oh and hey! Welcome back!

Look for interesting posts starting on Friday as i really get back into the game!

RGS

Be Nice

My Life, My Choice.

Your Life, Your Choice.

I refuse to hate myself for doing what i do.

Hate me all you want.

That's your choice.

I made mine, and you know it, long before we met.

That's why you love me.

So be nice.

my week non-poeticly

Modern dance is killing me
slowly

What i wouldn't give for a few more hundred dollars
to rent the units to make this show rock
like it should.

it could really be great, with a few hundred bucks

Damn

Forced Optimism

It hurts to think about getting out of bed
but they will benefit from my dress rehearsal
so i get up and out of my comfortable space
vomit in the toilet feel the cold tile
floor and all of it's dirt and hair on my palms
as i inhale the fumes of the bleach that
drips from the puck that hangs inside
the tank over my head

Wretching the morning's nasal drip mucus phlegm buildup
into this dirty city's bowels makes the rest of my day
the best part every day