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Sunday, November 06, 2005

Dirty Little Secret-All American Rejects


Silly Questions
Originally uploaded by honeyfumblings.

I threw four cornish hens in the oven and approached my days worth of shopping...
...a few new area rugs; living room and den
...a portrait light for my newest painting
...a bathroom mirror with 5X magnifying power
...new Luau Sheets for 15
...a snowflake sweater for Garbo
...(she will never wear it)
...a wine bottle opener to replace the one I borke
...new telephones for the house
...Burton Snowboard pants for Xmas for 17
...(Way too expensive if you ask ME)

DONE

I unrolled the rugs
Hung the new mirror
Lit some candles and basked all alone in an amber glow of a house that earns it's 145 years of age-it can sometimes LOOK as good as my lovely friend's newest abodes...although I am often envious when spending time there....with recessed lighting, marbeled floors and generous sized Great Rooms. Certain times I feel my Old Place just seems
"TO FIT"
me

They all come back home after dark...and it smells like Thanksgiving.

I contemplated all day long...in my comfort Zone of lonliness...What have I not said...What secrets have I not revealed...

I was recently asked to devulge something new....someting different....a new insight

I guess this is IT...
and it makes me WONDER

IS THIS ALL?
IS THIS IT?
IS THIS ALL THAT I AM?

I Guess I have answered
Too many questions

I WISH
I had more Answers
To SILLY Questions

No MORE Secrets
What is LEft????

OK...I guess this is IT...my mind wanders...
and thinks of a movie scene inside my own head
DARKNESS fades to a room
Where she sits in Candle light
and a narrator reads on........

Even with the things he did not know about her, that she felt he should have, there was still so much about her that he knew that no one else ever did. He knew just as well what to do with the information he learned, whether it was a secret or common knowledge. Others might have known that she loved clementines but no one else would have blindfolded her and fed them to her out of season, wedge by wedge, between verses he read out loud from her favorite books or songs that he played from her favorite CD's... until she was intoxicated with pure pleasure.

He Knows
He knows all About HER
and All She knows
Is that
He pays Attention to It ALL
NO SECRETS
NOTHING SILLY
NO REJECTION
Just Acceptance...If That is Okay WITH YOU...-he says-

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