sorry bunny

sorry bunny

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

i am manifesting clarity and a 1 bedroom cabin in the woods paid for in labor
i am manifesting residency status
i am manifesting clarity
air wind my spirit, fire light my heart, dust earth my water, music tingle my spine and twist it into relaxation and excitement

i am calling out to whoever whenever the down for anything crowd and saying i have the paciencia y fey and will you please come out today to shine o sun and clouds will you be extra cotton cloudy

love, nur

Sunday, October 10, 2010

the spoken word is hey i demand these requirement piss all noww off y'all . eeeyah! and you kick them with your silver spurs and yu feel good as you here the sizzling because you realize they were not human at all now you and them are separated and one of us is evil. not me, of course. but the spoken word rideth out ona sword blade ont he dge, the double balded sword blade, cut thin edge-ed, slick and smooth and shiny and bright with powere. EEEEEYAh! once again, the sound vibrated her memory and she , as he cu into her neck, was drawn into a dream of a paradise, underwater, smooth and clean, and a huge mirror at the bottom repeating everything backwards endlessly.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

really loving where i live today
lubricate your insides!
it's time to twist! but not to shout.
lubricate your insides!
shake 'em down and all about.

its time to lubricate your intestinal tract
your mother knew better when she told you to DRINK IT DOWN
(olive oil and lemon juice that is)

lubricate your insides!
it's time to twist and not to shout
cause theres one movement that's comin out


Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Sunday, October 3, 2010

i love a tree whose eyes our brown was born for me to make a sound that fans and waves with gentle branches the swaying ways of this enchanting is uncertain as the night. the mare who rides is by my side. my arab princess sister half heritage. and all will come together for this marriage.

no stone left behind
no passion undertoned
but slowly growing
the nose knows

Friday, October 1, 2010

breathing in refreshment, breathing out distortion, breathing in the present, breathing out the past, breathing in newness, blowing out the stale mulddane motions of yesterday's smelly breath
blowing it softy through the inside of my lips
the air caressing the pink flesh as my lips underturn and pull outward
removing the residue of pain
and the marks of shaming myself for yesterday's waves
letting loose not being okay
so that i do not have to change
i just have to let go of its measurement and decay
god will do the rest, and I have faith