So...I cant find out how to add another post to "love for an emotional generator 4/6". I wonder what it would look like in a book format? Hmmm...

Here's the info again...
9-24-86
8:15am
Washington DC

I guess if I want to continue my rants and raves I'll have to do it here. Oh, yeah, I'm on myspace too. Do I have to give the link? myspace.com/free2love68...there is a link to my myspace blog on my yahoo profile.

Okay, so what's up with the new moon? I havent felt this down since my ex took me to court for custody of our son. I mean, really, I was sooooo excited to find that my posts were still here, and then...CRASH! My lower back is aching. No amount of rubbing will soothe it. So when the new moon entered Libra, it literally smucked me up! Yet, when I just float in the sea of blackness that surrounds me, some delicious poetry spews forth...spew?

That is the one thing that stays constant through my mood swings...writing, poetry, word/mind introspection, reading. I could use a dose of Ashbery (misspelled his name before) now, or some Anne Sexton, or Ginsberg. The words take me away from thoughts and into mind pictures. Sitting in an art gallery does this too.

Oh, I'm still living in Philadelphia and haunt Chestnut Hill. No, I am not located near Nigeria as the map entails. I'm a Philly Chick...for now. What have I been doing lately? I work as a pharmaceutical telephone representative (phone sales of samples to doctor's offices). I use my magical voice. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesnt. When it works, they dont hang up on me in mid-sentence...nuf said.

Chestnut Hill section of Philly is like a little piece of heaven in the concrete jungle. I currently have moved to da hood replete with gunfire in the middle of the night, random acts of violence, and teenagers running amok. Much like any other city. It is called West Oak Lane. I live a block away from a jazz restaurant and where the annual music festival is held. I'll be moving next year because my landlord is a slumlord.

What else? I may have met someone who connects with me but I am an emotional mess right now. I do hope he can wait this out with me but it gets really scary being around me, being still on the roof. I'll just leave that topic alone until we have become more solid with one another.

Writing has been very cathartic for me. I still hurt, emotionally and physically, but it is eased more with each word typed. So, guess that is it. I'll miss the forum, but this will have to do. For now.
Namaste