so i'm in the bahamas.

and although i should probably take the huge RANT that was quite possible unneccessary down i am not going to, keeping it as proof that i do get pissed off, that people do annoy the fuck out of me and eventually i snap. that was a snap. the cyber equivelant of punching the wall and going to bed with bleeding knuckles that take weeks to heal (i'm still scraping the scabs off the ones from the last SNAP). People ask why i don't write, why i don't get published blah blah blah...it just pisses me off SO MUCH when someone reads something and then goes on this HUGE thing written with entire subconscious idea that they absolutely understand and know what it is about. god is pisses me off. and i don't know why. it's like GOB'S suck stick...there's a fine line, there's a fine line between obscurity and ability to understand something someone's written, but y'know maybe they are all just too obscure for anyone to get. and goddamn i'm tired of being a walking pussy. jesus. it's like in 8mile when he's like "you're saying the same shit that he said" everyone just says the same SHIT TO ME...i wish i was enjoying someone else's company as much as everyone says i am.

anyway...

it's warm here and nice, the boys are gorgeous and speak sweetly with odd little accents somewhere between jamaica and the east side of b-lo. it's unlike anywhere i've ever been with parallels to thailand a bit but it ends somewhere between the fresh coconut and lack of friendly service.

tricia and i found the library. we're gonna swim with sharks, eat pineapple, and nestle with our books and a couple of pina colodas on the beach.

i'm telling no one when i'm back or where i'm moving to (again except gob, cause i like you).

and i will continue walking home alone
until there's someone
that will slip arm between mine
and quietly lead me along,
without saying
a word.