And just like that the wind shifts
The future is futile
I’m in the now now now
Wanting what I can get
Even if the supply is limited
And the offer running out
I’m ordering now
Paying later
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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January 12, 2009 at 4:38 pm
poeticgrin
Just think of it as the plane crash we’ve always said would happen – and you’re reaching for the oxygen mask.
Even if you’ll crash in the end, at least you’ll be high at the time.
January 12, 2009 at 6:19 pm
Paul Squires
Be here now. The only advice I ever heeded, simple but difficult at times.
January 12, 2009 at 11:23 pm
medicatedlady
In that moment, I was in the now. Heavy sigh. Now, moments later, I’m back to telling the future and reinventing the past.
Yes, very difficult to do.
January 15, 2009 at 8:26 am
S.L. Corsua
It’s the urgency of the fleeting, fleeing second — once past, gone to infinity — moving, nudging intentions along to immediate fruition, so to speak. 🙂 Being so ‘humanly’ aware of mortality. Living through the possible fallout later on is as much probable as missing out on the possible lasting bliss. 😉 Hope everything turns out for the best. Cheers.
January 15, 2009 at 9:01 am
medicatedlady
“Living through the possible fallout later on is as much probable as missing out on the possible lasting bliss.” Yes! That’s it exactly. Thanks for your comments, S.L. Corsua.