"OLIVE JUICE" -me

"Someday My Prince Will Come"

The day will come, when I am asked to be married. And when that day (which is far, far away in the future) comes I have decided that a regular proposal will not suit me. I decided long ago that no normal Joe would be my guy; no regular fellow will have my hand. It will take an extra special guy to sweep me off my feet. And because He will be so incredibly amazing, an equally amazing proposal will certainly be anticipated. “Will you marry me?” –Although totally romantic it is too ordinary and customary for me. I will not have an ordinary husband, so I do not want an ordinary proposal.

I have recently been very entertained by thinking up good ways for me to ask myself to marry me. I will share with you my favorite:

“Gc, I decided long ago that the Celestial Kingdom is my ultimate goal. I however, cannot get there alone. I need a righteous daughter of God to join me on this long, adventurous journey. I want someone that will make the rest of my life purely wonderful. I know that you are the only one who can do this for me. I now kneel before you to ask you to be that righteous spirit; to be that someone who makes life eternally joyous; to be my wife, and my Queen. In return, all I ask is for the chance to love you forever.”

Dang that is good, how could any girl refuse? I hope I’m really asked with something like that. It would sure make for a great story; especially because the guys are so incredibly nervous at the time of asking. To say those four words is hard enough for most guys, but memorizing an entire paragraph takes an extraordinary man. It would be a challenge and a difficult effort that would be treasured forever...

Erin Go Bragh!

May the light always find you on a dreary day, When you need to be home, may you find your way. May you always have courage to take a chance, And never find frogs in your underpants.
--Bob Curran

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Tomorrow night I ran backwards a thousand miles through the sunny mountain roads near the dry ocean ceiling. I am running with invisible stains on their t-shirt because I ate corn off the cob while waiting for the lights to turn green. My wrists hurt from all the pounding pressure you take from them these future few yesterdays. My warm socks are changing blue from the fresh-cut grass as I run full speed though the waist-high asphalt. The blinding moon glares off the turtle cars as they zoom by on their driveways. A small yawn enters as I struggle to crawl throughout the moving vines which stick to my moist skin. Warm snow begins to drop from the heavy red clouds as the white vultures triangle above me in the ground. My sore soggy throat is parched from the deep hunger that is drowning my insides. My flaming muscles are on fire and the silent raging river isn’t working to put them out fast enough. A creamy chill walks up my back like a spider flying though the empty darkness. There is a white silhouette in the near distance leaving towards me. I turn around twice and freeze in the back of a three feet-short Hawaiian palm tree. It quickly holds a golden coconut out in the palm of its palmtree hands for me to take. Impatiently they wait many long seconds for me to unthaw and break the ice from my sorrow. I lean up and take it from the eager hairless mammal; I unscrew the top and put my lips to the fuzzy edge. Bitter honeywater sluggishly creeps into my mouth. Electricity sprints through every bone in my soul. It fills me without any use of what Brown did for me. Smothered memories smoke as they return from whence they left. A vision appears and a huge chocolate lemonade waterfall sits towering below me at hundred feet high. As I stare up at it I fell again into an empty oblivion. I have eventually decided to run backwards more often…perhaps again yesterday evening. However, next time I will try running downside up for TWO thousand miles....

Water-filled Henry Weinhard’s

Oh the Joy that fills my heart…
Upon seeing a bottle, my spirits take flight.
Imagining all that wonderfulness,
My mouth begins to water with anticipation.
Oh the sweet taste of delicious cream soda.
Smooth as it passes through my lips,
Refreshing as it caresses my thirst tongue.
Creamy Vanilly goodness.
Truly a drink for the Gods.

Then all of a sudden……WABAM!!!
Hatred begins to fill me completely,
Rapidly consuming all my joy,
Eating away at all my happiness,
Consuming all that I love about life.
I have been cruelly tricked.
Someone’s fool I have become.
They are watching from a distance…laughing
While I become angry, while I kick & shout.

I trusted. I was so purely excited.
A bottle brimming with deceit and lies.
The sincere genuine label hides the truth.
Faking authenticity and veracity
I am now learning that appearances lie
The fraud liquid sloshes about in mendacity.
My veins are flowing with mistrust
I do not want to be hurt anymore.
Pretenses will never again lure me into charades.

People are not always who we think they are.
Even after many years of friendship…
It might all be a lie. They may be one big deception.
Covered up with good intentions and love,
But eventually things are finally fully revealed
I have lost my faith in him.
I don’t know if I can ever trust him again.
He was just putting on a show, a second face.
It is all an illusion: He is not real. Not anymore.