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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

More reasons why i love NCIS NOLA

This my love for everything NCIS .... indie music .... and yes New Orleans!

I love NCIS NOLA  .. for the intricacies of situations, the orderliness of thing,  the system and the processes involved in coming up with resolutions ... the exercise ... the whole gamut ...  I dunno must be my covert interest on forensic science.

NCIS NOLA ....  I love the idea of Pride's home office, his kitchen and home cooking and of course his Trutone bar and all that crazy jazz!

His Team is part of his family. Which i believe has become an NCIS trademark or may be an advocacy.    Somehow, makes me miss my CITEM/ITSED family.  The last of  I ever had.  I still look forward though, but that kind is rare, there's no script that we follow.  It feels like NCIS, but it's not NCIS, it's the real thing.  They went scarce over the years, and don't come by like a breeze these days.

.... two places that fascinates me about America ... Philadelphia .... New Orleans.  The beauty of contradictions and ironies.    One for its silent sophistication, the other for its proud artistry.

And Indie music ...  are not the kind that's easy listening.  it's too deep to be easy.  they tell a story not everybody gets.

remember the good apples, they are not the ones on the ground.  you don't  pick 'em up, you need an apple box or two, and reach for 'em.  but only if you can.  for depth needs guts ;-)


... ...  don't you worry I'll always be here
when you find your way ... ... .


... I see it all through a telescope, a guitar, a suitcase, and a warm coat
Lying in the back of a blue boat,  humming a tune ...



... ...  out on the sea
In the doldrums waiting for ...
Me in my boat searching for ...
... ... food for the bees.



... i just don't.                                                                (anymore)

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Pagdalaw

Excuse me for all the typos.  I was writing this down between sleep and awake and my vision literally blurry as my tears hover on whatever was left of me.

I died 5 years ago, and  i was just a spirit. Though benevolent, is restless  Clinging to things i never had  but couldn't let go.  

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