Med Lib - Sister Nairn - Cherish the mundane!

med lib without the shhhh
waiting out the 6pm rain
for philos tut
amatuer thoughts on aristotle and marx
what could be worse

than this poem, you ask

how about new tunes from eminem
or "hi, im Ruth, your nurse"
and im here to give you an enema
...not easy to make friends like that.

slightly serious now.

dont want to be the hourly shadow
dont want to make clinical observations
i want to make a difference.

capt. skinner im on that one for you wife!
"dance in the moonlight"
i salute you
for passing by me on your way out

for waking me out of a sleepy kinda day job.

Michael, thats Matron Nairn to you!
lets conduct a coronial enquiry
into the passing of our cultural attache
and section a few people on the way

"i don't give a damn what you think. the law means nothing to me!" hahaha LOVE 95 year old people. for 5/95 you deserve not to give a hoot about the government.

that there is
you've given me hours and hours of laughter
and taken the silliness of seriousness all away.

the mundane is to be cherished. oh yes, it is!

(im high off sheer amount of potato wedges i ordered for myself just now at Gino's. was embarrassed when the plate piled high came toward this table for one, but i chatted on the phone, looked at the rain and slow buses and people walking past elizabeth's, so it wasnt all about the wedges - they have such a knack for taking the spotlight...from the other mundane things.)

Writers Block--help

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He fell in love with her
But she loved another
And the other loved another
And so the dance began

The circles that we’re dancing
Are killing all my hopes
Nothing, no no no one
Can replace them

Impatience has a way
Of breaking all the ropes
It must be imperfection
But there’s no other direction

Wind rips all the leaves
Right from the very tall trees
And the agony of leaving you
Brings me to my knees

If I could choose
If I could choose
I’d choose you

If I could choose
If I could choose
I’d forget you

Road Trip Time Machine

(BTW: This needs lots and lots of work)

Please don’t stop me now
I’ve gotten so far
From stumbling
On such fine shoulders
Its been a while,
I know

I was so young
And by some tremendous
Act of God
You and your cruel
Stalker and prison ward
Gave me lasting soul
And sold by my mind’s sweat
And my heart’s inner fears
Away in a bundle of little tears
But I thank you
And let me leave in peace
Let me fully release

And I will never look back
Pillar of salt
And black shallack
Keep my engine run
And help my imagination grow
LET ME GO

Growth takes so much time
And there’s a fine fine line
Between the inner mine
And all the great rhymes
of the replicated genome
so far away from home
but you must hold
While I behold
The world.
The ocean.
The sky.

practicum relapse

ms bezo tolerance
you know
with 17mg midaz
its all about laying lo

we'd make a met call, she'd make an alter call

watch her resps as she re-emerges into a world
she does not want to know
this drug induced halo, chicken parma glo, her words were slow

she cant think of why or how long ago
and my questions are like therapy bubbles
that we laugh at when they vanish

cigarette burn on her inner thigh
an enveloped message from the inside
to stop what ever it is that makes...(thought blocking)

its difficult, all of it, thats my line of advice. and dont i know it.

but i dont know why this little fledgling wont fight it.

Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat - Lucky (Video)

is anyone listening?

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