wow...

Life is moving fast these days...
Pushing forward- making money- and not even asking those questions anymore. The ones of uncertainty- that really uncomfordable feeling that came with not knowing what i believe. Guess what? I have reached the point of acceptance...maybe not completely- but almost. Which I dont think is good... its not like im being content all the sudden- its like im giving up.

Im alive in here somewhere- I can feel me twisting...

Not resting thats for sure.... But in a lot of ways im really happy with where i am- and i get angry when people try to take that away from me.

So on and so forth. But im playing a lot of music- and doing a lot of massage and working with a beautiful baby boy- and meeting people... and missing my dearest friends-
So the amazing balance of life continues- joy-sadness-confusion-love-friendship-music-pain
ok.. nice to be here again. You are all dear to me*

Jennifer Rhea

BOYS IGNORE PLEASE

ok so if you are stranded on the side of the road ( by way of your car breaking down ) and you need, for some reason to put a white piece of clothing in your window. I guess so your car doesn't get towed. And the only white thing you have with you is your bra. Is the white article really that important?

-jonlyn

This is me insecure and incomplete

A hint of red, red memories

I saw the slight hesitation

I heard the final breath

I saw it spinning down, down and still further to it's death

This is you in the light

A dab of blue, blue dreams

I saw a chance you never took

You heard the faithful scream

You saw it spinning down, down and still further to it's death

Now the question fill our head

A hint of grey, grey doubt

If he saw

If he heard

If he felt

If he held us close

He saw us spinning down, down and still further to our death

Why the truth

Why the color

Why the sound

Why the fall

Why?

-Jonlyn

I just took the wires out of my bra

and hooked them together and twisted them weirdly

and told grace it was a peice of abstract art

called "no limitations"

-Hadia

She's a Very Kinky Girl
The Kind You Don't Take Home to Mother
(theme song of west min. mission conference '06)

Softly kiss my broken lips

Slowly breath in my disease

Claw and bite

and tear and rip

As your hair sways in toxic breeze
Try the best of antidotes

Inside you I will remain

Putting on your winter coat

You always try to hide my stain
I've never heard a love like this

Love is pleasing to the eye

I want to feel your tender kiss

But I don't want to see you cry
I know you like I know myself

I know the secrets that you hide

This air is not good for my health

I don't care; I've already died

- Jonathan Cortese