magazines

I subscribe to magazines.  I like magazines.  I like articles and recipes and pictures of fashions I will never be able to wear.  But I don't generally care for advertisements that are designed to be annoying.  The ones with three pages of medical disclaimers or that are printed on a different thickness of paper so that they stand out more.  I always rip those out before I read the magazine.

refuse

I refuse to let others do the work for me.  I will be the change I want to see in the world.  Politicians aren't going to do it for me.  Other people who are too busy shouting aren't going to do it for me.  Think about your life and your community.  Change your one little corner of the world.  Then maybe you can move on and change another little corner of the world for the better.

secret

Everybody has a secret.  In fact, most people have many secrets, and they probably have more secrets than they realize.  Do you have anyone else who knows your secrets?  If someone knows all of your secrets, or even any of your secrets, are they really secrets anymore?  How many people have to know before it is not a secret anymore?

trap

Trap!  It's a trap!  Shut your trap!  Don't step in the trap.  Mind like a steel trap.  I just like to say trp.  Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap.  Is that cheating?  Am I supposed to be more eloquent in my riff on the fabulous sound of trap?  Kind of like tripe gone to the midwest or maybe south Boston where you can pahk the cah in Hahvahd Yahd or even deep south Louisiana.

methods

There are methods to my madness!!  Madness is genius in eccentric clothing, with out of style horn-rimmed glasses, perhaps wearing silk lingerie underneath.  And really, what fun is life if you can't be at least a little bit mad, whether or not you are methodical about it?

losses

Loves and losses.  Great loves and great losses.  These words just aren't doing much for me these days.  The word comes up on the screen, and my mind is pretty much just blank.  Nothing interesting comes out of my fingers onto the keyboard.  In fact, nothing much of anything comes out at all, but I am going to keep going and eventually a word will spark something, maybe small at first, but then it has the potential to grow.

principal

The principal runs the school.  I don't like this word.  I don't like it at all.  School and money.  No fun.  Nothing I want to write about.  Seems silly.  Reminds me of debt and high school, neither of which I much care for.