organize!

I have attempted to organize my life millions of times. I have attempted to organize my organizing. I am clearly unable to do this myself. There is some logic here, I think. Something I've created. Instead of putting into other people's ideas of neat and tidy, I'm just going to let it be. Here's hoping nothing falls through the cracks.

Sometimes paper alone can overwhelm you.

the chaos of sanity

The desk was willfully angular. Everything had a place and remained perfectly in line with the ninety degree angles of the furniture. When zhe sat at the desk, hir back was straight, arms at right angles, feet firmly planted on the floor. It was disturbingly clean except for the pen holder. A firework of collected writing instruments, many stolen from other desks. The small space held the all of hir chaos and subversiveness, pushing the limits of the boundaries and threatening to explode in a volcano of ink and graphite. That tension kept hir sane.

This description is definitely not my desk. I attempt to keep some order, but really, I just do not care.

*working on this

a beating heart can calm a sea pregnant with storm
the flush and rush in the veins can break the blossom seal
fireworks of scent and fecundity locked inthe stop of a blush
a child's smile conceals the life's lies told in the dignified quest to be someone
...

This starts something new. It came to me last night as I was watching my friend's show, King Lear. We'll see where it goes.

um, what?

what the fuck happened
i got my coffee
chaos
books thrown to windows
in puddles under the overflowing sink

a fur tossed on the chair
painting ripped from the frame

now i have to pee
cross the mess or go home
but i'm not finished here
pity

I was in my local coffee shop when one of the workers either was fired or quit and then proceeded to throw a temper tantrum (or that's how it appeared to me) as she gathered her things and left.