True Life: I share a brain

Meet the One Brain.

That is Zac, Reggie, Me and a giant bean. The giant bean isn't part of the one brain... yet. I tried to invite him to join but he just gave me a coupon for baked beans. 

What does it mean to share a brain?

Well... it's a lot like sharing lotion. Like, at first you may feel uncomfortable about it because it seems so personal, but then you end up smelling just like the person you shared with and that's just awesome.

Speaking of awesome things brought on by lotion- I bought a ridiculously expensive "body butter" (see previous post) called Buttercream Frosting, and it makes me feel and smell like Jesus. What is ironic about this lotion making me smell Jesus-like is that the box says "sinfully rich" which seems to be the exact opposite of Jesus. I tried to write a letter to the company about this, but they just sent me a coupon for baked beans.

All of this has gotten me thinking about death (obviously). Here is what I'm thinkin':

A) When I die, what is going to happen to Reggie and Zac? We share a brain... and usually dead brains aren't conducive to life situations.

B) On my lil tombstone thing I want it to say "Here lies Katlyn Whittenburg -sinfully rich." I haven't decided yet if I want to actually live a sinfully rich life yet or just lie on my grave. I mean.. I'm not going to lie on my grave.. I'll be in my grave and lie on the tombstone. You understand. ANYWAY... Jesus probably isn't going to be happy either way with the living in sin thing or with the lying so I need to think more about this one.

C) Who is going to inherit all my baked beans coupons?

LKAJSLDJSKJSALADLE

I bought some butter for my body. It's body butter. 

No me interesa

I, in this moment, believe....

The point of life is making meaningful contact with humanity. 

You mean something. What does your name mean? What's in a name? 

The words are not important but the human experience that each of our names holds is our weight in this world. He has seen God; She has seen war; He has killed; She has lost her love; He has climbed mountains; She has run away; He has died; She has died; They both, with all their little and large moments in life, have meant something to someone. This meaning is the ash that is left behind. 

As you walk to class, to work, to the store, to China, wherever, realize every once in a while that the person that just walked by in that tacky sequined shirt and ridiculously high-waisted shorts means something to someone just as you do, and this recognition in that moment causes him or her to mean something to you. 

You and Tacky McGee have something that bonds you together so closely and indestructibly: you both want to mean something and both go throughout your whole lives seeking ways to achieve that. There is no room for hate once you understand this is true for all races, religions, and lifestyles. 

I want someone to say my name, say my name; you actin' kinda shady; ain't callin' me baby...

sorry.

Really, though, I want someone to say my name with acknowledgment of my hard times, my favorite things, my most embarrassing moments, my fears, my obsession with Gatorade, and what my real true smile looks like. 

This blog is the beginning of my slow walk towards revealing my real self in the real world. 

Right now, that is what I mean.

What do you mean?

KATLYN*************

"...Humanity i love you because you 

are perpetually putting the secret

of life in your pants and forgetting

 it's there and sitting down

on it

and because you are 

forever making poems in the lap

of death Humanity

I hate you."

e. e. cummings*******

The tension in intension floods the throat until the back reverberates against the grass and I sing to the one that soil breathes for tune breaks my cushioned back but it feels like plucking the string of damaged guitar life with a whole new arrangement of its spine to lay out on the grass absorbing the vibrations of its own celebration of your faceless warmth. i sit up and the stains on my back give me false hope. 

L.

I am a sassy biatch

Ok... so I have soooo much to talk about. I have a whole new perspective for this blog and for life and for my paintings and for my butt (i thought it was lookin big but im ok with it now). 

but im not going to share now.

i'm a tease.

but i want you to get so excited that you forget to take off your watch when you go to bed and you wake up with a watch print on your wrist!!!! YEAAAAHHHH! THAT EXCITED!

who wears watches? 

find your excited parts and get em ready for some action (dirty?) because this blog is blowin' your mind and more! (dirty!)

im a tease.

Mango Orange Soda in the Morning

sometimes... you just gotta laugh it off.

More later