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"Transitions are scary; there are dangers of slipping or tripping or crashing and breaking something when moving on with the rest of your life."

December 8, 1980

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The Snake

The Snake slithers thru the tall grass.

I see it's tail

Slip thru straight green leaves

And wonder where it's

Slithereing off to.

Where are you snaking to

Snake?

Off to strangle another victim?

Do you

Slowly twist your body around her neck?

Listen to those whispers of

Sinking breathes.

Do you

Sink your sharp fangs into her skin?

Deliver a dose of sweet venom

A poison which

Stings her veins and

Swells her tongue with a sour taste.

You have slipped away again.

Into the darkness

of other creature's bad memories.

The ones that make ears twitch

at the sound of faintly rustling leaves.

You love to lurk in that quiet place.

Those calm meadows where we are all unsure

If it is you

Or the wind

Making the grass bend.

Then suddenly

We feel your teeth

Sink into our ankle and we try to recall

With our last softening breathes

A time when the wind was ever known to bite.

What to write about?

I have been away from this for some time now, but only because I have nothing to write about. This banana has no thoughts besides "job" and "how do I get one". I know I am one of thousands reciting these words in their head everyday. These words rush to the surface before my eyes are even fully open each morning (or afternoon) and they continue to swim around my brain like goldfish in a tiny round fishbowl. I wonder if those bubble-eyed fish are as aware as I am to how trapped the two of us are. Can they understand that their is a world beyond there tank, despite how distorted it must look through bent glass? Because sometimes I forget there is a world beyond this and maybe that is what angers me the most. I am so consumed with my fishbowl life that I often forget how wondrous and big the world I live in actually is. I feel I have no options when only months ago I thought I could do anything, go anywhere and become anyone. I find myself in an economy that is in an ongoing recession of choice and I am feeling the walls closing in around me.

I've always thought of a fish as such a useless pet and now I find myself in the fish's predicament, but my feelings about them haven't changed. As long as they are behind a glass wall, I will always see them as unnecessary and sad. So where does that leave me?