Where am I now?

Greetings. I'm sitting in the gally of a sail boat in the B.V.I's about to go to a wedding... how crazy is that? Its very very pretty down here. I am starting to miss an actlual bed.. and people who DON'T SNORE!!! Ugh. I knew I would forget ear plugs. My adventures will be known to the world on my arrival back to the U.S.

- The Typist

Fly Away

I dreamed of you.

In grey and blue.

I dreamed of you.

Everyday you wake.

Paper butterflies greet you in your wake.

They soared around our heads making.

Dizzy.

Dizzy.

We ran around in fields of green.

The butterfilies laughed and kissed our face.

The grass we trampled on was wet with dew.

We laughed and played tag with the sun.

It was a perfect day.

Gazed at the sky.

It could be blue.

Or it could be grey.

But if the sky didn't see you...

All it would do is rain.

And the butterflies would all fly away.

Fly away.

Life Part 2

I wonderd at lenth at what being a Carlo ment. I just pushed it out of mind. My leg twitched from being alseep. I stare at the screen looking for something to flow of an idea into words. It's hard to write sometimes when you have nothing to go on. I turned on Coldplay mentaly agreeing with myself. I had to get out of the house. My mom was making racket in the kitchen but I decied to ignore it. Painfuly, I sharpend my hearing for a call in the drive way of truck tire on pavement. My eye lids felt heavy. Yet, tired I was not. Everything was peaceful now. Each doing there one thing. Mother left to cook wonderful food of which I wouldnt be here for. A grimmace turned on my face. Why now? When I'm not here? I shook my head in distaste. No matter. Soon I'd see sunrise and Cuban. There were several feverish glances towards the window only to avial to nothing at all. So, this is life. Waiting on the edge of an invisible line waiting to be able to dive off into whatever the focus is. I realized now that I wouldnt be here, in this office chair for awhile typing so freely about whoever and whatever. I sighed and relished in the stillness of just my fingures hammering out on the keybords like dancers. Keep telling yourself you'll be on the road soon. Remember that. So I did.

- The Typist

Life Part 1

I sat in the kitchen at my Moms house digging olives out of the jar with a spoon. I ate them quietly and listened to the public radio station. It was really just half listening. I was focused on the olives in the jar and dad picking me up. By this time tomorrow I'd be in the British Virgin Islands scribbling like I am now but in my notebook. I sighed as I thought about virgin pure blue water below my feet again. And a wedding. Someone is getting married on the trip. We'll be gone for awhile. I was glad. I walked off to my room and listend to more of "On The Road" audio tape. I laughed at Kerouac's adventures and mischief. When I am that age would I cause chaos in a '49 Hudson and yell "YES!" to everything? Or would I be like Carlo and read sad poetry and call to cool Denver dawns of "wither thou goest now? Sweet Dhrama dolls...." I probably will end up like Carlo.... I'm not meant to be a Dean, or a Sal, or a Mary Lou. Turned on Lou Reed again. I was put on this earth to be a Carlo. For awhile anyway.

- The Typist

What This Is For

Hello. This is a space where I will blurb and rave and rant and talk and type from time to time. You can read it if you like.

- The Typist