I could fill an ocean if each word I want to say were a drop of water...

But lucky for me (and global warming)
they're not.

nevermind........I am drowning in all the unuttered utterances.
And frankly, my uterus hurts.
(not really, but I couldn't write all those u's and t's and not be compelled to write "uterus"...)

I'm weird, and suddenly tongue tied.

Here's something I came across, that I wrote once.
I like it.

I am surprised to hear that Hollywood was willing to let you go...I imagine it, a cavernous, black maw open wide, with jungly vines sweeping all around, yawning open to engulf you—it would have been lucky to have you, pressed onto celluloid, captured in 2-D, flashing through a projector onto a screen. I know, you went for the music, but that face of yours...man, you're just lucky they didn't suck out your soul and toss it aside so they could put you on film, that's all I'm sayin'.