blanket psyki what have you been doing lately? nothing. not playing the violin? why should i play the violin? 000312 ... doggy We'll have to take your car door, sir. 000313 ... lotusflower i remember a turquoise blanket and i think of it with fondness. 000313 ... camille It was a beautiful day in Korea, the smoke from the rice fields did not show a trace this day, except for a faint smell of burnt chaff... I walked on the roof top to see what the locals were doing as I traced the roofline wall... Looking down into the cramped space between my apartment and the next was a room with no roof in the shape of a triangle...i had seen this crawl space before, yet dismissed the closeness of the adjoining walls. Housing so many.. This day was different, it was a chilly February day, and within the confines of that threee dimensional wall sat a young woman in a squatting position locking arms within herself trying to stay warm.. There she huddled, and here i huddled in my warm apartment...stories of people stealing, and the thought of a thief, kept me from inviting her in.. I could not sleep as nightfall shrouded she and i... 12:00 midnight the moon rustled me out of my bed as it shown brightly telling me about ocean's pull..and the breeze that blew.. I walked and paced thinking about the young woman, thought about offering a blanket...yet not wanting to intrude on her isolation, nor wanting to offend. Without another argument with self..i walked to the linen closet and retrieved a blanket. A brown blanket that was as red as earth contrasting the cement world she had created for herself. In the night i whispered, "Yobosayo" meaning hello...she stirred yet could not figure where the sound had trailed from... again i called out... Looking up into the moon i could make out her face...I waved a blanket in the midnight blue...she raised her arms up to the heavens and thanked it for her warmth. The blanket fell two stories as the breeze guided it into her waiting cold hands. She quickly wrapped the blanket round her as i noticed the reflection of a gold band around her wedding finger... The moon reflected trouble in paradise.. All was quiet all was still once again. Morning came early as i was concerned. A quick batch of cinnamon rolls quickly filled the air with the scent of cinnamon. I had no morning drinks to offer her, other than a sprite. I handed it over the wall wrapped in a cup towel along with a ziplock bag with a couple of cinnamon rolls. I motioned that i would toss it and for her to catch..Not knowing the language but for a few choice words.. My mind always on the thought of things, the scent reminded me of a song i heard once called "Cinnamon Girl" by Neil Young... (here's the clip, as i toss you a scent of Cinnamon) http://members.tripod.com/YardleyD/cinamon.ra She gladly accepted, I gave her privacy while i had breakfast with her in the confines of my shell. Within a few minutes she had eaten her breakfast, had folded "the blanket" ever so neatly and left it for me to tend to. Just as quickly as she had entered that small space, she quickly had fled. I later chose to call her, the bird that fed and flew. I can still see the reflection of her face in the moonlight, she was not there to take or ask of anything...just there to give me a moment in time, that the moon reflected upon,that will last a lifetime... I am in the great U. S. of A. wondering if she went back to the shelter of her husband. 000314 ... cold im 21 years old and i still need a blanket to sleep under on the hottest scorching summer nights. what in the hell is wrong with me? besides, of course the fact that i just said "what in the hell" which really doesnt make sense. sense. cents. money. broke. homeless. homeless. HOMELESS. i live on a steam grate. well not tonight i dont. the fuzz grew on me until i had to leave. although i must say that a blanket here would be nice. its so cold. im so cold 000614 ... cold im 21 years old and i still need a blanket to sleep under on the hottest scorching summer nights. what in the hell is wrong with me? besides, of course the fact that i just said "what in the hell" which really doesnt make sense. sense. cents. money. broke. homeless. homeless. HOMELESS. i live on a steam grate. well not tonight i dont. the fuzz grew on me until i had to leave. although i must say that a blanket here would be nice. its so cold. im so cold 000614 ... melissssssa lololol and maria would say "try TEATREE oil!" its a cure-all! Lets go bu a gallon drum of it! yay, save the world. where are all the trees to hug, i wonder 000614 ... marjorie I know your security blanket is your little oogly hat. Mine is my devestatingly good looks. Hahah. Yeah right. 011204 ... zenfishsticks you made it yourself and called it your "chick-getting quilt". what female, after all, could resist a guy who quilts? you told me i was the first to sleep under it, but certainly not the last. i told you to shut up; i was trying to sleep. 020108 ... Syrope my blanket was still entwined with my sheet today when i stripped my bed...i've decided to change my sheets, and pulling apart my blanket and my sheet made me realize how sleeping with you was better than *sleeping* with you, sort of like how now you like sex better than orgasms. waking up tomorrow morning won't be as fun without you here. 030209 ... the cheer-up kid Hmmm...if you believe him then he's bleaching a baby and that's worse than lying isn't it? 030210 ... jewelz you want love, we'll make it swim in a deep sea of blankets take all your big plans and break 'um this is bound to be a while.. your body is a wonderland. - john mayer 030926 ... hiddenbyunanimity Oft, I gaze at the light which pierces the blanket enshrouding the down sky tell, speak; who? what shall i be When next i inflect and look up to thee What roads shall I take, what paths shall I choose, likely: solitary trail, under the light of the moon O! To freefall, charioted by baraccus O! Fatal impact! As the dull ground numbs the ache Swallows me carressingly in folds of darkness to cease to exist but in a warm blanket, protected from the cold blade, O!to dream in a bed of lies to lay my head upon a pillow, which whispers like a lover soft words of hope And all the while to stain this black blanket crimson From the vitality pouring out of veins, veins pierced by the blade of the light of the moon 050224 ... hidden by unanimity thats a pretty good poem for a high school stoner 050224 ... nora nose whateveratleasttheoutsidewillbewarm 051007 ... unhinged i miss the way his arms wrapped around like a blanket 051008 ... danielle sitting here, cold feet on the cold pine table, reading a book i don't understand, my head leaning on a window sill that's not your shoulder, a blanket wrapped around me that isn't your arms. They say a kiss is just a kiss, that a sigh is just a sigh. What's a kiss that never happened, a sigh that went unnoticed or ignored. It's been a week now, where are you? Do you miss me? These questions race through my mind every day. I hate to say I miss you but I do, I hate to say need you but I do, more and more everyday. I want to say I love you, but I don't, not yet. I can't wait forever, you know, for you to come to your senses, but until then, I can't stop thinking about you. Damn, I wish you would come back. I'll be waiting here, with my head on the window sill that isn't your shoulder and a blanket wrapped around me that isn't your arms. 060828 ... Ubiquitous Flattery Each vowel typed by those who have blathed under "blanket", each tender consonant fills me with invigorating reverence for the blankets in my life right now! Thank you! 061011 what's it to you? who go blather from