Desultory and Impulsive

Also...

I really am from Wisconsin. Lived here all my life.

Perhaps one of these days I will speak extemporaneously and prove it to you all the more.
 
This has been a real struggle for me for quite some time now.

I don't know how to go about expressing to everyone following my thread that I belong to you.

...that everything I write, I allude to is about you.

...that the painful feeling I write about of being unable have what is wanted so goddamn badly in such a way that they too feel it--is about us.

How do I express that? How do I give you the credit you so justifiably deserve?


How do I tell them








That I love you
You just did man. *Applause*
 
Maybe if we just lay beneath the stars long enough, all our worries will dissipate into the cosmos. And we can lay there motionless, yet sailing across the stars.

Trevor Driggers
 
The such reminds me of a thought I pondered while laying in the dew wet grass living the life only the countryside could provide a child.

It's a thought I continued to ponder and very well may have shared already.

Nevertheless; here I am once more, this time, living the life only the countryside can provide a man, wondering once again--

Would we feel more, or less alone
If there were just one star in the sky?
 
The such reminds me of a thought I pondered while laying in the dew wet grass living the life only the countryside could provide a child.

It's a thought I continued to ponder and very well may have shared already.

Nevertheless; here I am once more, this time, living the life only the countryside can provide a man, wondering once again--

Would we feel more, or less alone
If there were just one star in the sky?

I hate when you make my brain work this early in the morning. Of course you have no idea that you do that because I never spoke this truth before.

PS You're from Wisconsin too? No wonder you put up firewood. How many cords to you go through in a season?
 
I hate when you make my brain work this early in the morning. Of course you have no idea that you do that because I never spoke this truth before.

PS You're from Wisconsin too? No wonder you put up firewood. How many cords to you go through in a season?

Well this is the first winter in about.... 12 years that we've had to burn wood as a source of heat. And even then, until we get a particular situation figured out it will be our secondary source for heating our home and water.

Years prior we'd burn anywhere from 4 to 6? maybe 8 depending on the winter? Now in full disclosure I would say perhaps half would be gathered and split by my friends and I. The other half would be delivered because I did enough of that bullshit as a child to have to make myself have to do it as a free thinking independent adult.
 
"My mother always wanted to live near the water," she said. "She said it's the one thing that brings us all together. That I can have my toe in the ocean off the coast of Maine, and a girl my age can have her toe in the ocean off the coast of Africa, and we would be touching. On opposite sides of the world."

Megan Miranda, Vengeance
 
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I am awake
Below you
Still wishing
To have fallen asleep
Above you
 
Well this is the first winter in about.... 12 years that we've had to burn wood as a source of heat. And even then, until we get a particular situation figured out it will be our secondary source for heating our home and water.

Years prior we'd burn anywhere from 4 to 6? maybe 8 depending on the winter? Now in full disclosure I would say perhaps half would be gathered and split by my friends and I. The other half would be delivered because I did enough of that bullshit as a child to have to make myself have to do it as a free thinking independent adult.

I fondly remember our yearly harvest. Getting a permit, going into the woods, cutting down trees and cutting them up. Hauling them home stacking etc. It was hard work and I loved it. My dad taught me to use his favorite husqvarna then bought me my own stihl one year for Christmas. I know, what does a 13 year old girl want with her own chainsaw? I was his tomboy. He was my idol. Fuck I miss him.

Thanks for bringing back warm memories. BTW our annual cord count was usually 13 to 18 and we used it all up. Northern Wisconsin winters can be a tad brutal, or they were at one time. Seems like the weather is just not that intense up there anymore.
 
When I stepped into the shower this morning, the tendrils of wood smoke uncurled in the steam, and I breathed them in.
 
Setting the clocks back

A blessing for those able to sleep
A curse for those who cannot.
 
A blessing for those who wish to continue
A curse for those who wish to end
 
Because I have a sexual need to make people feel how I feel.
 
Towards evening, they wound down precipices, black with forests of cypress, pine and cedar, into a glen so savage and secluded, that, if Solitude ever had local habitation, this might have been "her place of dearest residence." ~Ann Radcliffe, The Mysteries of Udolpho, 1794
 
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And by "unbelievablely important" I mean that I have come to love her more than I should and more than I thought I ever would.
 
The day we met, I wore a gray v-neck tshirt and black yoga pants. His knife cut the fabric away easily, one of my favorite shirts lying in strips on the floor.

I didn't mind.

That was almost ten years ago.

She speaks the truth.

She liked my approach to photography
We became friends.
We met.
We did a photo shoot
I posted some of what we took on my previous thread.



I am lucky to have had her in my life for as long as I have.
She has become unbelievablely important to me.

Cherish the beauty of your story. It is not a common one. Find joy where you can and fuck the rest. Life is to short to over think it. Smell the roses but don't stick your hands into the thorns needlessly. Hope you had a good day y=mx+b
 
A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence." ~Holbrook Jackson
 
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To be clear, Mrs. Y was home and fully approved. And has been for every visit since.

Again, she speaks the truth.


And if my wife still posted on lit. I am sure she would speak a truth as well.

And then the two of them would hijack the tread turning it into their own where they would talk about historical romance novels, respective aspects of economic inequality, crafts that involve hooks needles and yarn, heirloom garden vegetables, heritage livestock, and all sorts of what-nots. Thus leaving me no choice but to start a whole new thread to which they would no less come around to pat me on my head saying "there, there.." before going back to discussing things that really matter. Like bleached or unbleached flour.
 
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