August 28, 2008
foment.
I'm not by any shot of the imagination an attention whore. Max in the cut types don't need a spotlight. But you know, any good lotus-woman worthy of such a label desires to be noticed...by the right one(s). I mean damn, don't you see me over here just a-blooming? Can I get some props for getting the petals spread just right? All dewy and whatnot.
Admire me! Feed me. Water in the form of easy flowing conversation. Sun in the form of laughter and love.
Now I don't mind playing the counselor or consoler. That's my thing. That's what I do. But I have issues too. I struggle with things as well. So forgive me for wanting to climb into a metaphorical lap and share what's going on with me. I admit it - I'm human..
-ish. Heh.
My stories may not be as grand and glowing as those who fuck at length with the material world, but they are no less entertaining. If you're not listening to me, that means you aren't interested. My beat isn't one you want to dance to. That being the case...
Why are we friends again? 'Cause the last time I checked entanglements of this sort should be based on mutual interest.
Posted by Lisa at August 28, 2008 02:44 PMI want to copy this and mail it off to a few of the folk I know. I wish I could say that I was the creator of this piece. It's magnificent. You are magnificent. Perhaps even goddess-ish.
Posted by: cee at August 31, 2008 10:46 AMHi Lisa :) Strong words.
Posted by: nexy at September 1, 2008 04:35 PMcee - pshaw! me, a goddess?? 
nexy - hiya! lol..yes i was feeling kinda strongly when i wrote it.
Posted by: Lisa at September 2, 2008 03:17 PM