The Spanish Prisoner  

smartmama 59F
181 posts
10/10/2005 2:21 pm

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The Spanish Prisoner

I was in chat today, and all of a sudden everyone was speaking spanish, and I looked up and saw the Mexican flag. It felt like Alice, tumbling. I was in a CHAT, where the only currency is language, written, and I couldn't get past the hola. In the twenty seconds it took to realize it wasn't someone just addressing me with hola, I realized, everyone, yeah, everyone, was speaking spanish.

And on another note, there is a lot of water in the butterfly chair on the porch. It measures rainfall, that and the leak in the porch roof.

Tumult. The mighty are falling. A pyramid scheme, and with Rove-boy going down, the house of cards does a tumble.

Is this why I feel compelled to have sex? An orgy while Rome burns?

I hadn't been in chat in over a year. It is another universe. A while ago, two years, maybe, I was there a lot. I met people. Now, I think I just want one person, to f*k. Not into the community thang, in there. The blog I like.

I am cold. I used to welcome the seasons. Now I dread the cold.

I want to be in a tropical climate. I want to ride my bike and sit outside and walk the dog on the beach. The craggy Maine coastline. It's where I live, it is part of me, but often, I wish I could leave it behind. I can't, but I can wish. When the goils are grown up. And I am really, really old.

CarerPositSwigs 49M

10/12/2005 5:26 am

Smartmama. I admire your mind.

smartmama 59F

10/12/2005 7:58 am

Thank you, Islander.

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