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[19 Jul 2005|10:38pm] |
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You are an inquisitive explorer
with an armada powered by love.
you push me open
to discover a mutual language
with no flat statements..
but rather spherical exclamations
with bilateral symmetries.
our conscience is present,
we are swimming but we are not remote..
nothing needs to be done
so you take me over.
i'm verging on total withdrawal
having been a part of it all..
i feel your shape around me
altering my sense of my own body
another frame of reference
and an observation factor..
i touch your mouth and discover
our two faces tipped up towards
the sun, the moon and the stars.
we've done several representations
with different techniques
and in different languages.
even with a spinning circle of laundry
we can speak without speaking.
its a masterpiece of relentless hunger
oh how it amuses me!
for i am so incredibly happy
and rhythmically breathing
to the sound of fireworks and gunblasts
that will welcome you home.
continue on your journey love
walk unhurried
and i will wait like a package
with potion on my skin
for you to taste by candlelight again
and again.
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| Gears |
[27 May 2005|10:18am] |
When i close my eyes I can see
a thousand tiny hairs…
a smile and a stare…
a freckle or two waiting for me!
I take another look with my hands
and when I reach between your teeth
I feel a man
You swallow your pride
as you explore my mind.
Whispering softly you tell me
the tip of your thoughts
of rawness and time.
We will hold on
locked like meshed teeth on a gear.
spiralling
and dancing
holding everything near.
Oh please move your feet
like mirror images to mine!
I hope you don’t care
if I fall out of step
and I run out of breath
with this unfamiliar tune
Oh tell me!
Oh.. oh.. tell me!
Take a bow
Tell me how
you will give me the gist
in one little kiss
with all of the reasons
this can exist
Tell me how
Tell me now
I must know.
Cyan Callihan
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| Can I see a sunflower again? |
[27 May 2005|10:16am] |
Closed up tight for the night
Sunflowers filled with gloom
perhaps to open in the morning
In a dimly lit room
Three nights of forever
I have spent on the floor
I gave them to you
and you showed me the door
Did they open in the morning?
Did they make you smile?
They had very long stems
But I thought it worthwhile.
On a poorly lit street
I sat in my car crying
I couldn't drive another mile
I felt like a flower dying
Three nights of forever
I have spent on the floor
I gave them to you
and you called me a whore
I am so confused at this
Why say yes when you mean no?
With venom on your breath
You asked me to go.
Nothing but love in your heart
This is your claim
Cunt, bitch, liar, Meg, guilty
None are my name
Three nights of forever
I have spent on the floor
I gave them to you
You asked me to be yours
I just wanted to help
I said that I loved you
Full of hate you claimed
With this how can I get through?
My pills I threw
Beating on your chest
I do not hate you. I do not.
Was my simple protest
Three nights of forever
I have spent on the floor
I gave them to you
and saw something I never saw before.
Cyan Callihan
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| Bartending at Butter tonight |
[06 May 2005|06:43pm] |
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I'm going to be at Butter tonight from 9-midnight. Sorry for the short notice - but you should come over!
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| Yelp with me! |
[07 Apr 2005|11:29am] |
http://www.yelp.com
My new obsession. Come Yelp with me! I'm under Cyan Callihan. Add me as a pal.
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| brussels is very cool |
[28 Dec 2004|11:43am] |
Unfortunately, I came down with a yucky sickness, so I can't spend much time updating everyone on my trip. I really like it here and am looking forward to feeling better so that I can go out and hit the clubs/etc.
It is raining/snowing off and on today and it is fucking cold. I won't be going outside at all until I get better. Bah. I want to be well!!!
More later..
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[12 Dec 2004|10:04pm] |
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I have too many journals. I'm trying to figure out if I want to keep my LJ or just shut it down in favor of my other MT and home grown versions. If I continue to post here, it seems that the entries should be different in some way. Any suggestions? What should I write about?
I'm getting ready to head off to Belgium soon and I'm super excited. What's fun to do in Brussels?
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| Pekoe the kitten |
[19 Jul 2004|09:51pm] |
Having one kitten wasn't enough. I had to get another one to keep the first one company while I'm away at work. Worked like a charm. Now the first one is worn out and cuddly by the time I get home. She leaves my toes and fingers alone.
Prepare for the cute bomb:
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| As promised. Kitty porn |
[12 Jul 2004|11:37pm] |
This is a week after I found her:
This is now!
</cener>
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| Camera |
[08 Jul 2004|10:14am] |
I just ordered a camera.
This means that I'm about to join the ranks of Internet freaks who post pictures of their cats.
Recently, I found a 6 week old kitten attempting to cross the road. Several cars drove over her and managed not to hit her. I scooped her up in my jacket and took her to my bathtub. After spending several hours looking for momma cat and not finding her, I decided to keep her.
I wanted her to love me, so I bribed her with tuna.
It's good to be a cat.
Unfortunately I work insane hours, so now I'm looking for a second kitten. I already have the name picked out. Don't worry.. many pictures are coming.
Totally going to be the crazy cat lady.
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| random |
[21 Apr 2004|12:06am] |
The water is dripping from my kitchen faucet. I can't stand it. The dripping changes in pitch with every drop.
My toes are reaching toward the ceiling in my sandals and are tapping along with the drips of water. The bottom of my shoe taps the heal of my foot.
There's a fresh spot of skin on my shoulder that I have just scratched. It's begging me to scratch it again. When I don't scratch it, it threatens me by talking to my elbow and convincing it that now would be a good time to pester me for an itch. I won't cave in.
The back of my throat is also itchy and I could use a glass of water right about now. I just finished a piece of sugar free cinnamon gum on Caltrain and tossed it out half an hour ago. I meant to get a glass of water then, but I still haven't.
Boxes of books are heavy. I make empty promises to myself about never lifting a box of books again. You can bet money that I will.
My eyes are tired from lack of sleep from the previous night. There were a few boxes of assorted items from my move that didn't have a home yet. I threw quite a bit of it away, which felt liberating.
I can't stand having so much to move around. If only my house were a hermit crab shell, so that when I was done with it, I could just walk away and find a new home.
Love is peculiar.
Motorcycles are sexy.
I'm going to have dreams about lemonade.
It's time to twist those knobs on the faucet.
mood: happy
music : my faucet
reading: nothing at the moment
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| Your rage is like a fist in my womb. |
[13 Jan 2004|12:05am] |
Don't worry. The title isn't indicative of my mood.
I have a confession to make:
I like to look at cute people on Ebay. I don't know what's up with that, but it is true. Partially, I like to look at clothes, but somehow I enjoy looking at the people modeling them more than anything. It's not sexual really. It's definitely curiosity. There's so much gratuitous belly.
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| time to move! |
[04 Jan 2004|01:57pm] |
Last night, I came home around 1 a.m. after seeing the movie Bad Santa. I drove around the block looking for a parking space near my apartment and when I passed through my alley, I noticed three guys having sex very close to the front of my house. They didn't stop when I drove by. They just kept grinding up against the wall with their pants down at their ankles.
San Francisco has managed to make me jaded to most strangeness like this, but this actually unnerved me. I don't like people having sex in front of my house regardless of sexual orientation. Also, I think seeing three dicks in one evening should be more than enough dicks. I wondered if I'd feel the same if 3 women were getting it on in the alley. I dunno, I guess I'd have to see that to really know. I don't know if girls would leave tons of used condoms and heroin needles on the street, but you never know.
I called my roomate to see if he could walk down and get me, but he wasn't answering the phone. I knew that I had to brave the walk alone.
I drove around the block for a bit more and found a spot near the homeless shelter. It was well lit, but I was still afraid that my car may be broken into, so I took extra care in removing anything that looked remotely valuable from my car. I then went to take a few bags out of the trunk I placed one big bag on the curb and put the laptop bag on my back, when a man in a white/tan jogging suit came up to me and said, "Hey, how are you?" I replied, "Uhh, fine?" He then reached for my laptop bag and yanked on it. He didn't manage to get it off. The only thing he managed was to hurt my fucked up shoulder. Failing this attempt, he lunged towards the bag on the curb. I don't know what i was thinking, but I grabbed the bag and held on to it. It ripped, spilling the contents on the ground. All I could mutter was, "hey.. stop!!" He stopped and ran off. I guess he saw that there was nothing of interest in the bag's contents. He didn't threaten me or say anything else.
I was scared to walk towards my apartment, but knew I had to get there somehow. I probably should have called the police, but I didn't want to stand on the street a moment longer. I ran towards my apartment once I saw that he was out of sight.
When I got over to my alley, I figured the gay guys wouldn't care if I walked past them. I was right. One of the three guys was urinating on a dumpster. The other two were urinating on each other. I'm not joking. One was down on his knees giving the other a blowjob and urine was going everywhere.
Ok, I respect their fucking kink, but come the fuck on! That's really pushing the limit for me.
Rather than call the cops on them, I asked my roomie (he was home afterall, just couldn't hear the phone) to go out there and request that they take it somewhere else. As soon as he asked them, they moved across the street. They didn't seem phased, but I'm sure they left a puddle of biohazardous materials all over the street.
Now, why would anyone want to lay in that? Why on earth would you think that was a great place to expose your bits and pieces to?
Ugh. I'm so moving. I don't know why I ever thought it was a good idea to live downtown.
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| Help me with my inability to make decisions!!! |
[23 Oct 2003|04:03pm] |
Poll #195695 My halloween costume
Open to: All, results viewable to: AllI accidentally ended up with three different Halloween costumes. Which one should I wear?
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| Well I think I've seen about everything .. |
[22 Aug 2003|04:37pm] |
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| Darwin fall down again and go boom |
[24 Jul 2003|02:58pm] |
So, last night I was sitting in my zero gravity chair bitching about life in San Francisco on the int0rnet.. when I hear Darwin fiddling with his keys at the door. It was 9pm, so I was *kinda* worried about his whereabouts. He opens the door and I hear him whimper.
"Cyaaa, Cyannnnnn?"
Me: "I'm in here? What's up?"
"I fell on my face"
He fell on his face skateboarding and managed to smash his glasses to bits. The factured bits of the glasses cut up his face and it was apparent he needed stitches. I threw together another pair of glasses for him and popped him in a cab. We went to SF General, which was a fucking nightmare. It took four hours to get four stitches. I tried to buy a bottle of water, but it was more expensive than Pepsi. Go figure.
Anyhow, here's another installment of the comic series involving Darwin's relationship with gravity:
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| What is wrong with San Francisco? |
[23 Jul 2003|08:22pm] |
Ok. I'm at my wits end with the standard hours of operation in this city.
I had to leave work today at 3:30 in order to get my hair cut. Now, I *understand* that technically this should have been done on the weekend when I have "time off", but my hairdresser has started to take the weekends off for the rest of the summer. No, I can't see someone else. If I did that, I'd have to relive the debacle of "cheating" on my hairdresser all over again. If you don't understand, trust me.. I'm right there with you, but at least understand this: Hairdresser infidelity is bad mojo.
Part of the reason why I love my hairdresser so much is that, not only does he do a fanfuckingtastic job, he also gives me a great discount. It's a win/win situation. The bad parts about seeing him, is that with the discount comes long hours of waiting while he cuts other people's hair to subsidize the cost of my haircut.
So, three hours later, I'm walking out of the salon and I think to myself, "Hey, I'm over by Flax... I should stop by there and get some wrapping paper and card making stuff for my friend's birthday". Bzzzt! Think again sunshine. Apparently, artists have no need for art supplies after 6pm!
"I'm sorry, I'm only an artist from 11-6."
I sat and stared at the sign dumbfounded. Shaking my fists at the capitalist consumer gods, I walked down the rest of Market street on my way home, only to find that it wasn't just Flax. Everything was closed. Why do they do this? Do they not understand that the people who make the money to spend in their stores sometimes have jobs? These jobs don't usually allow you to take half days off just to go shopping? Is it just me, or is this completely insane?
It seems like your only options after 6pm in this city are eating, dancing, and drinking.
Someone please explain why this city is like this?
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| memetastic |
[06 Jun 2003|12:51am] |
Hi, we like each other. Yay.
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| cool birthday present |
[17 May 2003|10:21pm] |
my pal lucas had this made for my birthday!
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| days between days! |
[10 Apr 2003|08:33am] |
A bit ago, at 2AM on a Monday, Darwin asked me what day it was and in a sleepy haze I said, "Mun... ssssss... day" Last night he asked me the same thing and I giggled and said, "Wursday!!" So, instead of counting sheep, I giggled and tried to figure out the rest of the inbetween days, but became stuck on Saturday and fell asleep.
Munsday
Monday
Muesday
Tuesday
Twensday
Wednesday
Wursday
Thursday
Thriday
Friday
Fatterday
Saturday
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Sunday
Ideas for the day between Saturday and Sunday?
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