older poetry: golden loom

GOLDEN LOOM
threads fall across the structure
weave on by
precious memories sewn
into the indents of my mind
the loom holds tight
through the battle of time
but breaks after a single thread
is removed from the wood
and stands alone
without the others
it is nothing
but taking the crystalline needle
it is sewn back in
into the golden loom
and reuniting with the others
in unison.

(-1.30.08)

-lilxerica

blurb: cabs/taxis

Just took my first cab yesterday.

I was really hesitant at first since I watch too much TV where passengers are always kidnapped and stuff like that. Since this particular company paid by the meter, it was super expensive. It was $2 per mile and whenever we stopped, it still felt like it just kept ticking... By the end of the ride, I can say that a lot of taxi drivers are just plain creepy and are making a lot of money too.

NEVER AGAIN WILL I RIDE A TAXI IN THE NEAR FUTURE
(if I don't want to go broke. end of story)!

-lilxerica

Sorry!

Rawr!

Sorry for not posting in a while.
Sadly due to so much work, I'm not sure I'll be meeting my posting quota for each month;
however, my thoughts keep going and will return soon once everything's settled.
Check out my Flickr for picture updates!
They'll always keep coming!

Love,
-lilxerica