As Long As You Need Me..

Just a little preview of what is coming.

Despite all the prayers.

and begging from the civic.

To be upgraded to something with four wheel drive.

Or perhaps its the driver who is doing the begging?

Who knows?

Did you realize we are entering the fat season?

Lets talk candy. Turkey. And whatever you do for the Chrismakkuah season.

Oh my poor fat pants.

They are already stuffed to the brim.

Lets get fat together shall we?

Whoops...

Have you had a nice October?

I have.

Lets catch up shall we?

All I did was work. work. work. Work.I worked so much I tried writing a song about it.

Did I mention I worked?

I worked so much I didn't get to go outside and see the fall leaves.

Or sit by the window and read a good book with a nice hot mug of candy cane hot chocolate. (Not spiked despite present rumors.)

I moved back in to my childhood home. Which was something I vowed I would never do but lets face it. I vowed not to drive a mini van, listen to Beyonce or watch Glee and I have caved on all of those so what's one more on the list?

My wallet decided that we couldn't be friends anymore and vanished with my whole pay check from Farr's. Cause a certain individual doesn't make mistakes. Yeah right buddy. Me you and at the church parking lot 3 pm. Oh well. Do over for my driver's license picture!

I'm going to South Carolina in two weeks.

And I promise I am going to update too.

Thanks for checking in.

Missed ya.

B

I work till I Ache in My Bones...

Sorry.

Its been a while.

Been quite busy. With the fall temperatures thinking its still summer things have been busy scooping away.

Plus that Swine flu. Keeps things busy.

I have been so tired.

But more tomorrow.

Just letting you know that I am back.

Missed you all.

(Thanks Jackie for reminding me to post!)

One Way Or Another They're Gonna Getcha

( I seriously need to take more pictures.)

I am officially announcing my true and utter distaste of teenage vampire fiction/movies/posters/my name is Edward and I glow in the sun. (Perhaps a little too much fake baking there Edward? Skin Cancer hello!) last night as I was celebrating the last night in the bungalow I had to take back a movie back to Hastings. For your information it was not Twilight. Being a tad bit bored I decided to take a gander around the store to see if there was anything worth reading in the future. (Budget small dreams big!)

Walking up and down the isles the newest books were all vampires this and vampires that. If this is the new idea of love a glorified hickie? Seriously? I get the whole fantasy of having somebody imortally loving you but if you aren't immortal that's going to get a one sided ugly. Fast. Before you think that I am blasting vampire fiction I have you know that I did read Ann Rice and I enjoyed it. Tried to read the whole Edward/Bella/Jacob/ whoever else but I just couldn't do it.

But perhaps this bitterness of vampire fiction comes from a darker place. Moving. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate to be visually reminded about how much crap I have. I purge and it grows back. I have materialitis maybe? Why is it we need so much? Why do I need so much to feel secure? Plates/dishes/ clothes/ artwork. This time I'm moving back in with the mother till I have enough saved to get my own apartment.

Which will be soon.

I promise.

But with out vampires.

Open Me Up And You Will See I am A Gallery of Broken Hearts

They say that home is where the heart is.

I guess I haven't found my home.

Cause I'm a little lost.

A little

Fragmented.

Pieces of me here.

Pieces of me there.

Sometimes I wonder if

I'm everywhere.

but here.

I'm broken.


all over the place.

lost.
scared.

rejected.

Who am I?

My name is Blake FARR URE.

I can tell you stories.

I tell you stories.

So I am not lost.

Take me in your heart.

Share me with others.

Give me to others.

So if I disappear you can say.

He was here.

There.

Everywhere.

If I was stronger I could tell you.

Of that which is inside of me.

What would be revealed on the surgeon's table?

Besides my organs?

Would they tell you my story?

Would the words be written on my bones? From my head down to my toes?

My ribs.

They hold it together.


My story.

Where the heart is.

Is where my home is.



It is where I is.

I Don't Know Why I'm Frightened...

I dreamed it snowed last night. Snow was falling. Yet I had no idea where I was. It was as if all the places I had awakened to see snow had combined to create a multi layered world. The window was framed with all sorts of different aspects.

When snow comes it covers all the imperfections that show up.

Ever want to have instant weight loss? Buy yourself a huge puffy coat (as seen above) wear two or three layers underneath. Then when you show up at a party, or church, or work you take such a great deal taking off each layer. Think a well planned burlesque dance. By the time you get down to the very last layer your looking pretty skinny and all your friends and coworkers are going to go wow! Who is that skinny person.

Just stay away from a scale.

(Post edit.

Where in the hell do I come up with this? Oh well. I hope you enjoyed it.)

Post post edit.

I think this is the first time I have used HELL-o in my blog.

Why am I thinking of snow? What is wrong with me?

Wait.

Don't answer that.

Let me have my dreams.

They are like paper.

They tear so easily.

Again with the sappiness.

See this is what happens when I don't blog for awhile. madness.

Pure and utter madness.

Lets Go Buy Everbody Sweaters and Teach Them How to Dance

Hey you !

Yes You!

Did you notice fall was coming today?

Time to cool down a little.

Take off those swimsuits. Pull out the sweaters. The scarfs. The coats.

Put away the lawn mower.

Bring out the pumpkins.

Walk among the colors of the trees.

Feel the chill.

Preparing to bring a cup of cheer to neighbors.

Cause Fall is here!

Yippee!