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November 9, 2009
November 5, 2009
Socks, and their Perfect match
A thoughtful conversation between me and Koontz about... socks. What should socks do while/when without their perfect match? This is what two beautiful lonely hearts decide.
KRKoontz [12:01 P.M.]: I've got this single red baseball sock I meant to give you while you were here the other night.
Sodabubble16 [12:01 P.M.]: not gonna happen!
KRKoontz [12:01 P.M.]: It's clean.
Sodabubble16 [12:01 P.M.]: nooooope
Sodabubble16 [12:02 P.M.]: let that be the iritation that reminds you of me and everytime you look at it you grow a little more annoyed with me :)
KRKoontz [12:04 P.M.]: But I'm not annoyed with you. I just feel that this sock is lonely.
Sodabubble16 [12:04 P.M.]: perhaps it is
Sodabubble16 [12:04 P.M.]: but it's a beautiful lonely
Sodabubble16 [12:04 P.M.]: that holds tight to when he and the other red socks were together playing in their glory
Sodabubble16 [12:05 P.M.]: and who's to say the red socks proper partner isn't the black sock
Sodabubble16 [12:05 P.M.]: are you racist koontz?
KRKoontz [12:06 P.M.]: No, but the blacks sock are together now.
Sodabubble16 [12:07 P.M.]: it's a beautiful 3some
Sodabubble16 [12:07 P.M.]: or what if one of the black socks is the lonely one
KRKoontz [12:11 P.M.]: I'm suggesting that the red one is awesomely independent, however that doesn't mean it wouldn't like a partner, but it isn't willing to settle for anything less than it's perfect match.
Sodabubble16 [12:15 P.M.]: lol
Sodabubble16 [12:15 P.M.]: well i think the red sock may be destined to be alone
Sodabubble16 [12:15 P.M.]: and what's so wrong with that
Sodabubble16 [12:15 P.M.]: it's perfect match is right here in my drawer and okay with it's fate of being alone forever
Sodabubble16 [12:15 P.M.]: sometimes alone is better
KRKoontz [12:16 P.M.]: That's quitter talk.
Sodabubble16 [12:16 P.M.]: no way dude
KRKoontz [12:18 P.M.]: I can understand that the red sock probably (and rightfully) believes that it is superior to other socks, but it knows that somewhere there is another sock just as fantastic as it.
Sodabubble16 [12:18 P.M.]: it's the kind of talk that's focused on her career
Sodabubble16 [12:18 P.M.]: it's the kind of talk that comes out of a future politician
Sodabubble16 [12:19 P.M.]: and it's fine knowing that and never being with the sock, somewhere out there is my perfect opposite and i'm fine with it staying there, i know it's there and i'm happy with just knowing that
KRKoontz [12:23 P.M.]: Well that's okay for now. But these socks should be brought together before they get moth eaten from lack of use, so that they can be worn over some active feet and athletic legs to achieve what they were put on this planet for.
KRKoontz [12:23 P.M.]: Not to sit in some drawer wasting away.
Sodabubble16 [12:23 P.M.]: they can acheive that without the other though!
Sodabubble16 [12:23 P.M.]: Oh I am not letting my sock waste away
Sodabubble16 [12:23 P.M.]: I wear it to the gym
Sodabubble16 [12:24 P.M.]: I wear it school
Sodabubble16 [12:24 P.M.]: I do a lot and make good use of my sock!
Sodabubble16 [12:24 P.M.]: and you should too!
Sodabubble16 [12:24 P.M.]: don't let your sock waste away just because it doesn't have it's opposite
KRKoontz [12:25 P.M.]: Speaking of the wasting away sock, I work parades today at 5:00. :'(
Sodabubble16 [12:25 P.M.]: you should wear your sock!
BLAH BLAH BLAH
Sodabubble16 [12:30 P.M.]: and the next two weekends are my play
Sodabubble16 [12:30 P.M.]: which you should come see!
KRKoontz [12:31 P.M.]: If I ever have enough energy to go out I may.
Sodabubble16 [12:31 P.M.]: koontz
Sodabubble16 [12:31 P.M.]: you have to take the red sock out sometime
Sodabubble16 [12:31 P.M.]: the red sock is a metaphor for your life by the way
KRKoontz [12:32 P.M.]: It's fun to pair up my sock with other colors sometimes, but my other red sock is in another city.
Sodabubble16 [12:32 P.M.]: that doesn't mean your red sock shouldn't still have fun
Sodabubble16 [12:33 P.M.]: at least your red sock knows where it's perfect partner is
KRKoontz [12:34 P.M.]: But my other sock got folded up with another one.
Sodabubble16 [12:34 P.M.]: but you know which socks are the right match
Sodabubble16 [12:35 P.M.]: don't let your sock suffer, find the beauty in letting your sock get mis-matched
Sodabubble16 [12:36 P.M.]: just because the sock isn't your perfect match doesn't mean you can't find the good out of that sock and have some fun and happiness
Sodabubble16 [12:36 P.M.]: the only truly perfect match for your sock is your foot
KRKoontz [12:36 P.M.]: I agree with that.
KRKoontz [12:37 P.M.]: That is deep Amberlu.
Sodabubble16 [12:37 P.M.]: thank you
Sodabubble16 [12:37 P.M.]: i believe that whole-heartedly though
KRKoontz [12:01 P.M.]: I've got this single red baseball sock I meant to give you while you were here the other night.
Sodabubble16 [12:01 P.M.]: not gonna happen!
KRKoontz [12:01 P.M.]: It's clean.
Sodabubble16 [12:01 P.M.]: nooooope
Sodabubble16 [12:02 P.M.]: let that be the iritation that reminds you of me and everytime you look at it you grow a little more annoyed with me :)
KRKoontz [12:04 P.M.]: But I'm not annoyed with you. I just feel that this sock is lonely.
Sodabubble16 [12:04 P.M.]: perhaps it is
Sodabubble16 [12:04 P.M.]: but it's a beautiful lonely
Sodabubble16 [12:04 P.M.]: that holds tight to when he and the other red socks were together playing in their glory
Sodabubble16 [12:05 P.M.]: and who's to say the red socks proper partner isn't the black sock
Sodabubble16 [12:05 P.M.]: are you racist koontz?
KRKoontz [12:06 P.M.]: No, but the blacks sock are together now.
Sodabubble16 [12:07 P.M.]: it's a beautiful 3some
Sodabubble16 [12:07 P.M.]: or what if one of the black socks is the lonely one
KRKoontz [12:11 P.M.]: I'm suggesting that the red one is awesomely independent, however that doesn't mean it wouldn't like a partner, but it isn't willing to settle for anything less than it's perfect match.
Sodabubble16 [12:15 P.M.]: lol
Sodabubble16 [12:15 P.M.]: well i think the red sock may be destined to be alone
Sodabubble16 [12:15 P.M.]: and what's so wrong with that
Sodabubble16 [12:15 P.M.]: it's perfect match is right here in my drawer and okay with it's fate of being alone forever
Sodabubble16 [12:15 P.M.]: sometimes alone is better
KRKoontz [12:16 P.M.]: That's quitter talk.
Sodabubble16 [12:16 P.M.]: no way dude
KRKoontz [12:18 P.M.]: I can understand that the red sock probably (and rightfully) believes that it is superior to other socks, but it knows that somewhere there is another sock just as fantastic as it.
Sodabubble16 [12:18 P.M.]: it's the kind of talk that's focused on her career
Sodabubble16 [12:18 P.M.]: it's the kind of talk that comes out of a future politician
Sodabubble16 [12:19 P.M.]: and it's fine knowing that and never being with the sock, somewhere out there is my perfect opposite and i'm fine with it staying there, i know it's there and i'm happy with just knowing that
KRKoontz [12:23 P.M.]: Well that's okay for now. But these socks should be brought together before they get moth eaten from lack of use, so that they can be worn over some active feet and athletic legs to achieve what they were put on this planet for.
KRKoontz [12:23 P.M.]: Not to sit in some drawer wasting away.
Sodabubble16 [12:23 P.M.]: they can acheive that without the other though!
Sodabubble16 [12:23 P.M.]: Oh I am not letting my sock waste away
Sodabubble16 [12:23 P.M.]: I wear it to the gym
Sodabubble16 [12:24 P.M.]: I wear it school
Sodabubble16 [12:24 P.M.]: I do a lot and make good use of my sock!
Sodabubble16 [12:24 P.M.]: and you should too!
Sodabubble16 [12:24 P.M.]: don't let your sock waste away just because it doesn't have it's opposite
KRKoontz [12:25 P.M.]: Speaking of the wasting away sock, I work parades today at 5:00. :'(
Sodabubble16 [12:25 P.M.]: you should wear your sock!
BLAH BLAH BLAH
Sodabubble16 [12:30 P.M.]: and the next two weekends are my play
Sodabubble16 [12:30 P.M.]: which you should come see!
KRKoontz [12:31 P.M.]: If I ever have enough energy to go out I may.
Sodabubble16 [12:31 P.M.]: koontz
Sodabubble16 [12:31 P.M.]: you have to take the red sock out sometime
Sodabubble16 [12:31 P.M.]: the red sock is a metaphor for your life by the way
KRKoontz [12:32 P.M.]: It's fun to pair up my sock with other colors sometimes, but my other red sock is in another city.
Sodabubble16 [12:32 P.M.]: that doesn't mean your red sock shouldn't still have fun
Sodabubble16 [12:33 P.M.]: at least your red sock knows where it's perfect partner is
KRKoontz [12:34 P.M.]: But my other sock got folded up with another one.
Sodabubble16 [12:34 P.M.]: but you know which socks are the right match
Sodabubble16 [12:35 P.M.]: don't let your sock suffer, find the beauty in letting your sock get mis-matched
Sodabubble16 [12:36 P.M.]: just because the sock isn't your perfect match doesn't mean you can't find the good out of that sock and have some fun and happiness
Sodabubble16 [12:36 P.M.]: the only truly perfect match for your sock is your foot
KRKoontz [12:36 P.M.]: I agree with that.
KRKoontz [12:37 P.M.]: That is deep Amberlu.
Sodabubble16 [12:37 P.M.]: thank you
Sodabubble16 [12:37 P.M.]: i believe that whole-heartedly though
October 16, 2009
Where the Wild Things Are
What you feel is what you feel. Feeling is pure. Expressing feeling is healthy.
Why are we a society that condemns certain expressions of emotions?
When you are feeling sad or mad or lonely and you can't help or change how you feel, it's scary. You truly are trapped and confined within your own misery. It's scary.
I support cussing when in expression of feeling. Sometimes throwing or smashing or punching is the only way to shake loose of your confinements. Sometimes it doesn't help.
Please do not stomp on others' for feeling the way they feel.
July 8, 2009
RIP Michael Jackson, a loving human being
I was lucky enough to attend Michael Jackson's funeral earlier today. I found it truly inspiring and touching. Amongst many great speeches, words, and performances this was my favorite. A poem by Maya Angelou called "We Had Him"…
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
June 4, 2009
“Moving” by Amber Luallen pt. 2
Just wrote this half, could be sung as an entirely new song, or just linked onto the end of the last lyrics. Please let me know what you think.
"Moving"
He's a bad boy
Easy on the eyes
Love his body
And his hand on my thighs
He loved me
But doesn't anymore
And he can't help how
He can't change how he feels
Now I'm movin'
Movin' on
Yeah I'm movin'
Movin' on
And I think about his heart every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then
Make my way through the zombies and stoners
Gathered helpless on the dance floor
Now the strobe light dances in my ear
I watch as I sip my vodka cranberry
There's a guy across the room smiling at me
And I'm home
Now I'm movin'
Movin' in
Yeah I'm movin'
Movin' in
And I think about his face every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then
I step out onto the wet pavement
Alone beneath the holy streetlight
And the truth is I've never felt more at home
Now I'm movin'
Movin' movin'
Can't stop movin'
Movin'
And I think about his home (unconditional love) every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then
The more I analyze this song and write the more I feel it's a song about tragic heroes not needing people, but purely needing one's own self. I love that. Please let me know if you'd like to help me and make it into a song.
“Moving” by Amber Luallen
So I wrote some song lyrics, but am incapable of making them into an actual song. Let me know if you would like to, and let me know what you think. Here it is.
"Moving"
She's a good girl
Easy on the eyes
She's got a body
That makes me dream about her thighs
I loved her
But I don't anymore
And I can't help how
I can't change how I feel
(chorus)
Now I'm movin'
Movin' on
Yeah I'm movin'
Movin' on
And I think about her heart every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then
All the stoners gather on the dance floor
The strobe light throbs in my ear
I've got vodka cranberry in my hand
A cigarette between my fingers
There's a girl across the room smiling at me
And I'm home
Now I'm movin'
Movin' in
Yeah I'm movin'
Movin' in
And I think about her face every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then
I step out onto the wet pavement
Alone beneath the holy streetlight
And the truth is I've never felt more at home
Now I'm movin'
Movin' movin'
I can't stop movin'
Movin'
And I think about her home(embrace or arms) every now and then
But the truth is it's only now and then.
This is my story of a tragic hero and the holy trinity of interests, love lust and adventure(or home). The woman mentioned in the first is the love interest, the second is the one lusted after, and the third is the mother. Please let me know your input, suggestions, etc. Thank you. That is all.
May 27, 2009
A Lover and a Fighter
I am trying to live my life for more than myself. I have noticed my blog becoming a lot about relationships and my heartbreak, and although I agree that my blog should include how I am dealing and analyzing whatever it may be that I’m going through I don’t think it should be limited to that. I have been reading a lot of other blogs, the ones I like do not include break up stories or really anything about love or relationships. These are blogs mostly of males. I wonder why we women choose to write about our love lives more often. Possibly we’re just more open about that stuff? Or perhaps we just let it affect our hearts more. I believe it’s the way both sexes experience things. Women take things in and let them become a part of themselves. Relationships with people and animals become a part of a woman. Men dive into things, put themselves into relationships but stay whole when they leave. They still feel like themselves. I relate this to the way each gender makes love. It’s also not to say that men aren’t capable of love or heartbreak, that’s not at all what I’m trying to say. But I do believe it’s a different type of love.
I digress. I want my blog to have the amount of respect the blogs I follow and respect have. I am not looking to receive love; I have been loved and am loved by enough people to keep me whole. I am looking to make my life about more. I want to give love, of course. But a relationship in my life right now would be plain distracting to what I want to discover. As in the title of my blog explains I am a lover of people. I do not want to stop loving people or expressing that love. But it’s not a romantic type of love. I want to live my life for myself, I want to be selfish. Please forgive me. It’s not you. You are a beautiful person and capable of amazing love, and you will be loved by a far more special girl than me if you aren’t already. Please understand that it’s nothing against you or anything that has happened between us, it’s simply me just not being in the market for the countless wonderful qualities you have to offer. I want to be your friend and I want to appreciate you from that distance.
So here I go back on the road to life of experience and discovery. I was here once before but got distracted. I will be blindsided no more. I welcome happiness in my life. I am a fighter and will continue to fight the urge of temptation in order find my Daesin. I will fight for what I want and what I believe in.
Peace and love especially to you,
Mmber
I digress. I want my blog to have the amount of respect the blogs I follow and respect have. I am not looking to receive love; I have been loved and am loved by enough people to keep me whole. I am looking to make my life about more. I want to give love, of course. But a relationship in my life right now would be plain distracting to what I want to discover. As in the title of my blog explains I am a lover of people. I do not want to stop loving people or expressing that love. But it’s not a romantic type of love. I want to live my life for myself, I want to be selfish. Please forgive me. It’s not you. You are a beautiful person and capable of amazing love, and you will be loved by a far more special girl than me if you aren’t already. Please understand that it’s nothing against you or anything that has happened between us, it’s simply me just not being in the market for the countless wonderful qualities you have to offer. I want to be your friend and I want to appreciate you from that distance.
So here I go back on the road to life of experience and discovery. I was here once before but got distracted. I will be blindsided no more. I welcome happiness in my life. I am a fighter and will continue to fight the urge of temptation in order find my Daesin. I will fight for what I want and what I believe in.
Peace and love especially to you,
Mmber
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