Hop in! Where you headed?

I aim this blog at Hitchhiking stories, obviously. However, you can take that in the 'poetic' sense, as we are 'snakes' in time and the asphalt rivers take us to many places, as well as 'places'..

.... occasionally my own 'Road' spurs me to use this blog to communicate with someone I've 'travelled with' who holds a special meaning to me.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

There's a brand new chrome military 45 caliber lying on its left side on the desk of the Oval Office.
The man who was elected President of the United States sits behind the desk and alone in the room with the background white noise of a moderate Washington DC rain.
This man's peculiar hair is mussed up, his face pale, he is slumped back in the leather chair with a despondent, given-up expression on his face, and his eyes are hypnotically focused on the 45.
So much has happened to him. Only when he is really alone do these thoughts hound him. And he is alone now. No way out. Everything he's done, everything he's said, as the cliche goes, has here and now returned to hound him...and they are barking louder than the rain.
The dark intention sprouts from the seed deep down, and he sees his arm reach towards the object of his fascination, his petite hand grasps the heavy weapon in the manner of use. As the peaceful rain falls outside, the man watches his own hand lift the beautiful weapon towards his own skull, he feels the coldness of the steel barrel tingle against his right temple, he presses it hard, partially distracting himself from his dark emotions, he absorbs himself in an effort to aim correctly. He didn't want to be a vegetable, and he didn't want to have to live with failing at this, too.
Moments later the degree of peace on earth was enhanced, and the nuclear clock ticked backwards. 
Then I woke up.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

You've no idea what you meant in my life.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Finally got a beautiful House on my "Hitchhiking journey".
 So far so Good. View of a lake and Mount Rainier. 2 decks. a Patio. and a back sitting area.
Thinking about an Endless Pool soon.
I think we have a bunch of Bald Eagles in the neighborhood!
So much better than renting, Maybe I'll still find someone to share it with, but I'm getting picky.


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You wanted to live, you wanted to have your own experiences. You did that. You hurt people. Because of that, you yourself suffered, and may still be suffering. Did you grow up? Did you learn a lesson? Or are you too proud to adit it? Or too stupid to admit you "get" this question I ask? Stupid is a real thing. I've been stupid at times. I've been proud at times.
But if your heart yearns for something you had, or thought you had, and you do things or don't do things (actions) that might or will take you towards these things your heart wants, it's all choices you made.
I only hear things through the grapevine. But after awhile you learn something about 'vineyards', how grapevines work...they're not all that unalike.

(space here for all the hours of things I could be saying)

I miss your smile.

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Monday, December 21, 2015

Happy Birthday Butterfly

Happy Birthday, .\\
There's always a way to find your way back. To Change like a butterfly.
Maybe not easy..but if it teaches honesty honestly, it makes you grow.
\m/, Vampire

Sunday, September 27, 2015

From the film "From Noon Till Three" (1976)
(Music: Elmer Bernstein / Lyrics: Alan & Marilyn Bergman)

Jill Ireland (Film Soundtrack) - 1976

Some have a lifetime, some just a day
Love isn't something you measure that way
Nothing's ever forever, forever's a lie
All we have is between 'Hello' and 'Goodbye'

It's not how long the Spring
It's not how wide the sky
It's just how sweet the time
Between 'Hello' and 'Goodbye'

The music has ended, I still hear the song
Our moment was brief, but our kisses were long
Though the loving is over, the love of you stays
And the mem'ry will warm me  the rest of my days

It's not how long the Spring
It's not how wide the sky
It's just how sweet the time
Between 'Hello' and 'Goodbye'

We never shared September
Or watched the colours of Fall
But in that wink of time we had
We knew we had it all

It's not how long the Spring
It's not how wide the sky
It's just how sweet the time
Between 'Hello' and 'Goodbye'

(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - November 2006)

Sunday, July 27, 2014

me and my big heart

no matter how well we did or did not know the other, i hope that some day,
perhaps from being a mom of 2 boys and maybe, i hope, from the growth of being now involved in your own culture...i hope some day....that you may realize how big my heart is. i hope you remember the time i mentioned i did not want to lose our friendship....
i know, finding the right words is always hard but worth it in the end.
i'm doing okay....but i guess life goes on. despite unfinished business. despite hauntings of a heart torn. there is good in all that's happened, somehow. but
all my time with you brings joy with tears.
truth: my whole life i never even thought about having the kind of happiness it looks like you have...til you... now i find myself yearning for that chance again.

take care.