This Is My House

The Bloggess

The greatest gift in the world is to grant a kindness to another. The amazing thing though is that the aforementioned gift is one you give yourself. It may be a small thing. Leaving a flower for the tired woman at the coffee shop. Telling a stranger that they have such kind eyes. Listening happily to a story told by an elderly friend or relative who has told you the same story a million times. Nodding in solidarity even when you don’t completely understand. Letting a friend or a stranger yell hurtful things at you because you hope it will help them let go of a small part of that anger…that it will open up room in them for the greater things that they deserve.

This is the way the world goes. Small, mean acts affect the next person who in turn amplify that anger or sadness and take it out on others who suffer…

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The New York Times: Review: Roomful of Teeth Duels With Sounds of the Financial District

The New York Times: Review: Roomful of Teeth Duels With Sounds of the Financial District.

2 Pounds of This Week

The puff branch music sack
Sweats profusely extracting piggy back
Rides at the summit of every summer

Hooligan posture     curse.  Hitched
        As a judge.         False mentor     loads    his mad.   45     turns red.    Sound of drips.    His    sweat    burns the eye.  Islander archive    skinning     animals morality.      Needs to.  Bathe    gaunt.   Foul skinny.      Loud mouth pass.      The cream what?     SCREAM
       pant breathing.         Fucked up.       Dream

Coming of age by yourself

I need to get my shit together.

Fuck your insecurity you fuck. The time is now! Stop being afraid to succeed. NOW!!!!! Write!!!!!!!!!!

You live downtown

There is a couple

On the left side you

Look inhaling your first

Cigarette of the day

Not ready. Groggy. Exhaling

In the turn of your head of squinting

Eyes another happy 2 shits laugh give

The stink eye and silence them selves

And I loudly pass gass.