measure your pleasure

how big is it for you in your life?
does the scale go up and down?
what gives you your's?
is your life a quest to find that elusive pleasure you're just hoping for and hanging on and dreambelieving in?
maybe you'll never find it. maybe you already have. maybe you shouldn't worry, just lower your expectations for the moment and find pleasure in what's around. pretend like you've never heard of such things as other more fantastic pleasures.
sometimes knowledge is bad for us. there's probably some relevant philosophical quote or something like 'knowledge is power' or one of those to back this up but it is a freaky thing. and how do we know that we know? and all that, i could get tangled up for hours and lightyears trying to work things out.
doesn't definitely matter.
NOW.
breathe in scintillating pink powdery air, breathe out greenyblue puff of dragon's breathsmoke. it's good.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006
pencils breathe to me

you know i love the sound of heavy greylead scraping across the paper page
it sounds so comforting to me
like someone breathing nearby
which is so soothing
and you sigh.

so just
BREATHE

and keep breathing.


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posted by raphael at 6:57 PM