June 21, 2011

what medicare doesn't pay

dear seeing isn't believing diary,

i cant believe how hot it is outside. i went outside to get the mail and came right back inside sweating. burning down the house mailbox. unfortunate timing, the heating degree days. i wish i could live where it is 69 all the time. wake me up before we go go. i only have eyes for people i see. you know what i think about people i cant see? they aren't there, usually, but some really are. i can see the faces of the invisible spirits. well, hearing them is how i really see them, or feeling them at times, but when they invade my presence- there is nothing of the kind. the transfer of information from a warm world to a cool world can be difficult to get through, until you find the right porthole or a messenger who can speak for you. sometimes the dye wont stay in the fabric, no matter how dark you think it is, it just wont stick and it always fades- no matter what you do. you should always go when you have the chance and you should always keep your ears open wide. fuck your eyes really, if things don't want to be seen- they can always hide.