i just saw a man with misdirected silver eyebrows in the hallway. His face looked 20! what were those slivers doing on him? maybe people treat him like a 50 yr. old.
to me, each package of a person is a present. i get so excited to be around so many presents, especially ones i've never unwrapped.
i hope i never interpret symbols mechanically, because i have a spirit.
i hope i never allow a love opportunity to strudel by me cuz it's bigger than my eyes are looking for or it's 4 streets over or it's job is to reprimand me or it has silver eyebrows and why would i not be looking for a 50 year old?
the vastness of satisfactions of the world is my existence, a lot of why i love God.
and his laws of his universe are fun and excitin cuz he made us like that and he wouldn't have it any less than we want it.
when i look you in the eyes i'm ready to go- i'm ready for it all- we are different souls and our combination is a different universe than me and Gollum's, or Tonka's.
Symbols are only real when spirits say it- not eyes and brains.
I just don't know how to pour out everything in here yet- over all these- curiosities I exist with- the people.
but if you're into it, i'd like to go no where we know and everywhere that's remiss.
love, emily york, i speak to all
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
just like open, cuz jesus is throwin in
instead of maternal instinct, desire mockery of infant- life.etc.
finally started recognizing that maslow, havin those desires for safety and security-previously not one value-drop.
but she's showing interest in adulthood, at least.
enjoied 2 adult movies: margot at the wedding and lars and the real girl.
only sense of adulthood: want to care for people in a jesus-way. not just as the loving child with needs. unfortunately she relies only on self-fulfilled needs. has yet to treat Him as a real father.
love, emily
finally started recognizing that maslow, havin those desires for safety and security-previously not one value-drop.
but she's showing interest in adulthood, at least.
enjoied 2 adult movies: margot at the wedding and lars and the real girl.
only sense of adulthood: want to care for people in a jesus-way. not just as the loving child with needs. unfortunately she relies only on self-fulfilled needs. has yet to treat Him as a real father.
love, emily
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
sacrament eve
twas the night before the chapel
and we'd drinken a lot of snapple
the house runs it on the tapple
don't cease ripping all my rapple
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Today I read "A Million Little Pieces"
Mom says Grandma has but days.
To Grandma: The Senses Jamboree (since i in china, i emailed to the mum to carry out for me)
For your big wolf eyes:
For your big wolf eyes:
From what I could gather, you nearly eloped with this man, but he couldn't peel a potato to save his life. If you want the grams, get some skills man.
I've been purchasing savvy things to cook you some eats when i get back....how many octupi would you enjoy?
This man says he thinks he has a box big enough to collect you from the United States and bring you to me in China. I paid him with an Irish Jig. Pack your things, gram, hesa comin. 
You can just enjoy the rest with your eyes.
For your never-ceasing growing ears:
Dorothy the Daring and Emily the Emancipated: Celestial Escapades
Yes sir, we'll have a unicorn and one Firebird,
well Dorth, if you're gonna flare up like that we'll arm-wrestle for the galloping ride,
they pinnup turtles in our hair and the curves of your figure are aestethically absurd!
whizzing through the milky we paint our helmets for the rugby tournament against your lion pride.
they need the daintiest of daint to top the cheerleading stunt,
you'll be 50 girls high to cheer on the men's synchronized weaving,
you win the star position on top after successful 3 blue whale lifting without a grunt!
my whistle calls you over no time you're needed to comfort whordes of babies who are teething.
clad in egyptian garb we are to put on a pyramid of dance,
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transport there the dolphins brush us through cotton-ball coral of the sea floor
upon completion of our undulations with bear-sized butterflies we are given a show that'd put picasso in a trance
and with our souls on our shirt Dear Dorothy no one can help but adore.
For the grande sense of touch: a feather will be tickled along your weathered pores. It's my favorite. Do it well mother, a skilled feather tickler I could sell my soul to.
For the bud: an eggplant, entrusted to the fine culinary hands of my mama.
And the nose: Lavender.
ps grams: with such urgency i created this show that i waited to brush my teeth and permeated grit rot mouth the whole time.
gparents before teeth, friends.
t
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
silk road
lately i've been thinking about the masses and the flamingo's ability to be a formidable spy bird.
are most people happy? why are peoples starvin? i believe i'll be able to pick some earthgrub like pumba, if God gives me a title.
yes, so what if flamingo's necks grew every year, more and more, so soon they're coiled up like snakes beside them. probably unethical gadget-men would fasten them mingos to they're binoculars to peer at the geisha's,
but don't. you CAN get the pleasa without the money, tootles.
many think that with 4 eyes they'd be advantageous creatures, but which is better for life, the popsicle or the carrot?
are most people happy? why are peoples starvin? i believe i'll be able to pick some earthgrub like pumba, if God gives me a title.
yes, so what if flamingo's necks grew every year, more and more, so soon they're coiled up like snakes beside them. probably unethical gadget-men would fasten them mingos to they're binoculars to peer at the geisha's,
but don't. you CAN get the pleasa without the money, tootles.
many think that with 4 eyes they'd be advantageous creatures, but which is better for life, the popsicle or the carrot?
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