Guerrila warfare and cake mix

Ahah! It has been awhile hasn't it? But in the spirit in which this blog was started (as an excuse to avoid schoolwork) I have returned!
Perhaps its the white chocolate mocha (with a dash of peppermint), maybe it's all the new cute clothes that come with the season, or perhaps it is the upkeeping of my strata (much to the detriment of my wallet) but I seem to be in a frantic, yet happy mood.
I should be writing a paper, dealing with my phone issues (such as getting it fixed so people can contact me once again) and generally be getting my life together, but you know what? In the timeless words of my 6 year old brother...
I don't wanna
So there, instead I am going to waste this precious time posting things that caught my eye! Now if any of you are looking to be entertained or updated on the life of Caitlin, click back to your facebook or whatever now. In fact, do that anyway, this is simply for me and posterity.

"Love is hell!'
"Oh? Well Pergatory isn't a picnic either, at least your committed!"
"oh he's committed all right did you kno-"
"Discarding that notion, I must be in heavan then? Hmm, thats little consolation."
"Ted? What do you think?"
"Who me?"
"See any other Ted's around?"
"Funny... I think I am glad I am an athiest!"

All my life I have lived in a shadow of a mountain. I have called him father and he in turn endeared me as son. As a child my siblings and I would rumble and tug, leap and crawl upon him, causing him to excalim "Am I a man or a mountain!" to which our delighted voices would reply "A mountain!", how young, how astute, how precocious were we.

Take a bow,
nod your head,
just one more moment
and they'll be dead

the fleurescent wash,

for eyes ascending

safety in light

forever depending

the darkeness brings forth

the moths, the desperate

for that fire, that knowledge

willingly abdicate.

Fly forward,

wings like a nervous hand

fluttering, alighting

without a safe place to land

a transaction in darkness, for we will only fly to the flame, and up in smoke!

up up up she goes, up she goes up...

are you pensive? are you present? alive? a comfort?

I ask again are you a comfort?

truly you have forgotten your powdery wings, and your precarious posistion

how pregnant with fear and hope in equal measure

have you left them shattered or simply unfinished,

and why do you still persue that rainbow? you know it is intangible, a translucent thing, without even enough reality to slide upon your fingers

don't falsely endear me, when you cannot claim to know me

except within the biblical sense.

I tried counting sheep to help me sleep,

but I only knew enough people to stave off the night

shall you know my name, but only a name?

like pretty or nice, or cruel and human

Surely any other flower?

so sweet

the chemical comfort,