July 2009 Archives

Fur "buddies" indeed. Emphasis on the sarcastic use of quotation marks because theses two are nothing close to buddies.

Their relationship is best described as a mostly apathetic nonchalant pretending that the each other do not coinhabit the same space, except of course when its feeding time, one is getting more attention then the other and of course when the space between them gets a little narrow.

Nikita (the cat) greatly enjoys displaying her ever sharp claws at every moment's opportunity. She (hardly) ever actually scratches Chula (the dog) it's more of an air swatting display that translates to: "back up bitch, I got these."

Chula likes to throw her weight around and every now and then perhaps frazzle that cat a bit by just barely trampling her into what translates to: "whose the big one now pussy?"

And yet, throughout the day they tend to lay around a foot or so away from one another and every now and again they totally leaves us wide-eyed as they forget their demeanors and touch noses.

This is where I will reside until it's time and era come to pass.

I will become attached to this place over the years. As it is where I will experience numerous joyous moments and very-very few, if ever, lamentable ones.

In this space, I will love and be loved, laugh and giggle, celebrate my blessings and always be ready to greet the world. I will go in a mature man and exit a stronger, rested, more youthful one.

I will build here many great memories and accumulation won't matter because I am already a rich man; not laden by memories but rather founded, by experience and perma-strengthened by the love received on terra et abs Caelum.

The future shall be detached of hindrance, will bring new faces, great connections and more attunement with the geography of the inner self. From here I will make a greater name for self and by many more shall hence be remembered.

The space will serve me well; it will be an oasis from where the muses via dreams shall inspire and what I will call home when my "Big-Break" arrives.

-Even creatures of habit, as myself, can break away from the shackles of system, and imagine a place, better than the familiar and waiting to be known.

I have resided at 35-28 for nearly a decade and today that era has finally come to an end.

I have becomed very attached to this space over the many years. It is where I experienced and shared numerous favorable as well as lamentable times.

In this space, I have loved and hated, laughed and cried, celebrated the good and hide during the bad. Here I have hosted to many and also wallowed in self pity during spans of loneliness. I went in a young man and came out a n old one much more mature one.

It was rather difficult packing those many years of accumulated material goods which were themselves laden with the heavy ether-stuff of which memories are made of.

The past deka is attached to the remembrance of so many memories and faces all of which were connected in some way or another either directly or indirectly to the spatial geography I would soon vacate and lose to the whim of forgetfulness.

Ultimately, the space served me well over the many years and I was blessed to have lived in the abode which despite having housed some heartache and stife, never provided a refuge for tragedy.

Creatures of habit as myself, understand the difficulty of breaking away from the systematic, because whether great, ideal, or even pathetic, there lays comfort in the familiar and the familiar was giving way to the unknown.