hyblaean- Julie

hyblaean- Julie
Location
Chicagoish, Illinois, USA
Birthday
September 30
Bio
40; army brat; bisexual... still living with my ex partner (uhm, it's complicated?); perpetually confused, which makes me look like i'm doing a ditzy act, but actually it's not put on; middle class in cash if not culture (freaking finally); INFP/INFJ; SSRI, lithium, nicotine lozenge and caffeine dependent. Driven to laziness, odd fits of needing to 'fix' things, subthreshold hypomanic moments of productiveness (rarely) and random weirdness (often). --------------------------- If you have regular suicidal thoughts, please try lithium. It's worth a shot and has worked wonders for me.

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APRIL 13, 2011 11:27AM

4.13.11

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i am scanning through websites
my attention lint like
tenacious
refusing to be moved from this subject
pictures of children raised by dogs
my own dogs at ease on the sofa raised by humans
one smiles at me
a new expression he's just learned
I wonder at this, and wonder at my wondering
my dictionary a hot mess
binding long gone it sits in two pieces
my own words never close at hand
always far far away only coming to me as if a slow moving train through a tunnel
these words strike me, wrap me, and i fall beneath their blow
these children do not need words
do not want people
most escape back into the wild except one
she doesn't bond with her mongrel pup and wants only people to engage with
that is nagging at me, digging at me with a wrongness I can't wrap my head around

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Reminded me of a song..."Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box; religion: the smile on a dog."
JULIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe:
I am going to read this on tomorrow's blog if that is okay.
Loved it and rated with hugs
exceptional. I really liked this. The images are just wonderful.
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You speak here of words but more than anything else here, I hear heart.
We all struggle with language from time to time. I am a talker,but sometimes I don't always say what I mean. With writing I can take my time, review, and edit. And still the comments get posted before I realize a mistake!!! Ah for a dog's life!
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tenacious tentacles travel at light speed digging tunnels through words, wrapping wonder around the wrongness of the wild exception i do not understand and then choke me in the shallow water
Kind of made me yearn to be a feral child, if I got to be raised by dogs.
Julie, Sorry I missed this earlier. Good juxtaposition: a website with children raised by dogs and the comfortable canine on your sofa, and of course, your words ...

"my own words never close at hand
always far far away only coming to me as if a slow moving train through a tunnel
these words strike me, wrap me, and i fall beneath their blow"
my own words never close at hand
always far far away only coming to me as if a slow moving train through a tunnel...


i have the same trouble. i think it is my
"morality" that gets in the way of
receiving my best thoughts.
then i wonder who
my morality serves:
all my acquaintances laugh when i try to be noble.
meanwhile,
in my head,\
i block thoughts like a hockey goalie.
*sigh*
you are one bog-hearted soul,woman.
A pain I feel through your writing.