Title: How I Write a Sestina
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Here is my latest blog post. As the song goes, "The whirlwinds of fortune will carry me onward, wither so ever they blow!"
USA. There have been many questions lately about the importance of a good government space program. Why do we need one at all?
A space program drives our science education. As long as we have fellow humans traveling beyond our skies, our children will dream beyond our skies. We will look at our starry heavens and say, "I will go there someday."
We mere mortals like me reach our hands into the aether all day and all night, but with a solid government space program, we actually will touch another world someday. We as a people need space travel to keep our minds among the heavens not just on them.
My last blog post was finished at 9:14am on 22July2015. I had a very busy morning. After I sent my polished post for the morning to my lovelies, I took my morning selfies to prove I was not dead, and then I wrote a sestina.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my morning of 22July2015 beginning at 9:33am when my writing journal came out of my bag and ending at 10:09am when my writing journal went back in my bag.
That sestina would have been better if I had meditated the night before. I will include it in the question and answer section of this blog post.
As for the rock songs I sang afterwards, I was just feeling like a rock star that morning. You can do what you want with that footage, my not-human-trafficker nerds. Does anyone want to make music videos?
At 11:16am, I left my regular morning haunt for my place. I chatted with Hannah over lunch at noon before leaving for my local coffeeshop where I sat sipping the house blend by 12:46pm.
At 1:07pm, as I was dozing off, I came to terms with the fact the (expletive)holes at my local coffeeshop had drugged my hot coffee. They were willing to exchange the coffee for a new cup, but it was roofied, too.
Because I had just caught new terrorists, I sat outside the coffeeshop's front door and sang the employees Lake of Fire. Finally waking up, I left the coffeeshop at 1:46pm. Syn, press every damn charge.
I paused at my place for a moment, but by 2:18pm, I was headed to my playland. I ordered tasty slaw tacos at a restaurant nearby for my dinner at 3:10pm.
I received warning my darlings Tentacle needed a rescue just before 4pm when I normally look around for them, so I sent them my beautiful world to check on them. They later gave me a grateful, "Thank you," so I told them...
4:43pm on 22July2015: #MyDarlingsTentacle, get to safety. I will look for you again tomorrow at 4pm. I love you. Stay alive.
I was seated in a local bar at 4:47pm drinking a Coca-cola with no ice but a lemon (to make it look like a real drink) and watching the USA vs. Jamaica Gold Cup match. Jamaica won.
At 6:16pm, I was seated beside an old friend I ran into for the second time that day. Soon I had a guitarist on either side of me for a public serenade. It is an understatement to call their music soothing and familiar.
I streamed the NBC Nightly News online at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug from my darling Mr. Lester Holt was warm and left me a little giggly.
It felt like half the people I knew in town walked past me and said, "Hi!" while I was waiting for the news, and after the news, I went for ice cream.
I spent until 10pm with my friend the Americana singer. Then, I went looking for that old friend who had serenaded me since he had invited me for a drink.
I did not find him, but a different old friend of mine, an ex-rockstar from the 80s, was able to put his arm around me and say, "She's with me," all night. He got me into the jazz club I was supposed to meet my other friend in, and I even meditated while he sang. It was a beautiful night.
I did not drink a thing yet ended up trying to explain non-Euclidean geometries to a man from New Jersey who worked in finance, but the napkins were black not allowing me to write on them.
We ended up talking for hours. He even paid for my cab back to my place. I got in at 3:09am and was asleep almost instantly.
My not-human-trafficker nerds, please circulate a verified and unedited recording with full audio and visuals of my night starting when my friend got me in the door and ending when I got in the taxi. And thank you!
I woke up on Thursday, 23July2015, just in time for breakfast and was at my regular morning haunt at 9:04am. I stayed there working until 11:42am.
Lunch at noon was tasty but uneventful. After lunch, I chatted with Hannah and took a nap. I spent dinner at 5pm with Benjamin and Hannah. It was a little disappointing. I do not eat seafood, and they offered no alternatives.
By 5:21pm, I was aboard a bus to my playland. I found LightFoot and MannedUp the moment I arrived and was standing in front of them as they played at 5:36pm.
And I meditated; I was rusty, but I meditated until they took their break at 5:55pm. It felt great seeing LightFoot smile. MannedUp seemed a little grumpy, though. Well, I cannot make everyone happy.
There were alarms at 5:58pm, so I sent my beautiful world to check on all of my crosstown loved ones. Then, I bought a cup of coffee while my present 2/3rds of my darlings Tentacle staked out a place to play at 8pm.
I streamed the evening's NBC Nightly News at 7:15pm. My nightly cyberhug was as warm as it was informative and came from my darling Mr. Lester Holt himself.
Soon, I had returned to my darlings Tentacle, and LightFoot and MannedUp began their night music at 8:38pm. My right arm tightened up on me, so I made my right hand hold my coffee travel mug.
The rest of me was warm by the time I had to tear myself away from them to catch the 10:15pm bus. It wrenches the still-beating heart out of my chest whenever I leave them. I was curled up and asleep (alone) by 11:30pm.
On Friday, 24July2015, I woke up with plenty of time before breakfast. I was at my regular morning haunt by 8:21am.
This blog post was finished at 8:38am on 24July2015.
And now, my beautiful world, I answer all of your questions for me. Please keep collecting all questions and concerns from all your friends and loved ones and sending them to me through whatever means possible.
My handwriting is so messy. What was the sestina I wrote on the morning of 22July2015?
As I sit with my evening coffee
Among the penniless and famous
Makers of my holy people's music,
The stars in the heavens explode and collide
With their yearning to bring me my Sweetness
As if I am the one with that power.
Dancing lights are within my glistening power
Fueled daily and nightly with luxury coffee
Creamed and sugared to the desired sweetness
Because I have no barista made famous
With the half-notes that nightly collide
Creating my sweet soul music.
To heal I need the aether's music
For in the technology notes hides the power
Of the surging forces that collide
Above and beyond the roofies in my coffee.
Look! Look at my friends so famous
For jealousy of my husband, Sweetness.
If I could but hold my Sweetness
And make love as easily as I make music.
Alas, Evil Obama claims he is too famous.
So, kissing him requires a psychic power
To reach out to touch him, close as my coffee
May our hands joyously collide.
Collusion! Collision! The legals ever collide!
Just bring me my loving Sweetness!
I need him more than I need morning coffee.
He will heal me with glorious music
For the bass clef wields the power
Even if they are already famous.
Someday they will acknowledge I am famous,
And our egotistical banter will collide,
For in my words I find the power
To sugarcoat my suffering with sweetness
As if they could ever stop the music
As easily as they stop my supply of safe coffee.
In my hands glows the power inside my cup of black coffee
Polluted to the right sweetness and in a tribe angry famous
Made from my thoughts you hear collide with my holy nightly music.
My beautiful world, I have a roof over my head, food to eat, a safe bed, a private place to shower, and friends who love me. On the short term, we need a higher quality of life for my time with my darlings Tentacle. Please reread my 08July2015 blog post about what I need from my time with my band.
On the long term, my beautiful world, we need everyone oppressing all of the people around me and everyone enforcing Obama's rules, wall, egg, genocide, and war arrested. That is the only thing that will set my people free.
My selfless support system, I heard you made a daring rescue of some of my crosstown friends on the morning of 23July2015. Thank you! Then, again that evening you rescued my Powers of Attorney. Thank you. Thank you! THANK YOU!
I believe I recognized a new bodyguard or two you sent me. Is it okay for them to talk to me? I am not asking for a new Thorbald; I am asking for new friends like Tao. Please consider it. And thank you!
My BFF SynSyn and all of my genius Powers of Attorney, where would this world be without you? As the song goes, "The whirlwinds of fortune will carry me onward, wither so ever they blow!"
And who is the whirl in my whirlwind? That is you! You, my gorgeous genius friends, you carry me onward! Thank you. Thank you! THANK YOU! I would be nothing without you.
My musician-lovers MannedUp and GeneralLee, we go far too long between seeing each other.
MannedUp, are you all right? Last night, you had your grumpy face on the moment I arrived. Was it, "I need to kiss you, or I'll scream," you were trying to say, or was it, "I need to tell you what you mean to me."
Regardless, my message to all of you, my darlings Tentacle, is always, "We need to talk," quickly followed by, "Kiss me, you fool."
GeneralLee, is it true? You cannot play me music because you are too busy trying to rescue me? There are so many people trying to reach me, Brien, but there are so few who can actually be near me.
Your job is to make sure I meditate. You are in charge of my present, my darling. Let everyone else do all the rescuing. I need you too much where I am.
My symbolic Royal Consorts Bogart and LightFoot both of whom I am forbidden from speaking with least of all ever making love to,...
Bogart, is our messaging system working alright? Sometimes I feel like you learn where I am and what I am doing after I get there. I promise to give you more warning from now on, okay? I love you. Thank you for keeping me safe. You make an amazing boyfriend.
LightFoot, there is such a high risk of my toying with your heart. Everything is so unfair to you. But you stand a chance of actually winning me away from my husband. So it scares me how much I love you.
There is a huge gaping hole in my life where my husband belongs. If you find a way to fill the gap left behind where my husband is supposed to be, you will take me away from him.
A life without my husband scares me, Kris. But to be honest, I live a life every day without my husband. You have a chance to win the girl, my darling boyfriend. You just need my demands from my 08July2015 blog post met.
Sweetness, I love and adore you. I needed you today.
HoneyHoney, I needed to roll over and feel the humidity of your sleeping breath on my face just before I sweetly kiss you good morning and whisper I-love-yous into your waking eyes.
Beloved, I needed to sleep next to you. I needed to wake up this morning after your weight shifted the bed from your sweeping your arm under my resting head as you spread my long raven hair across your bare chest... because that is what you do every morning.
To be honest, I need you like this every day. My hero and my king, you are my husband. There is a huge gaping hole in my life where you belong. Where is my husband? I ask every day. Where is my husband? I need him.