So I decided to post the macros anyway =s

The Mind Of Stacey Teagues

Flash Lightning

Slick, sweet sweat dripped down the back of his spine, providing more irritation than relief in the humid summer. He stood exactly at the edge of the shadows: a thin line between the spiritless woods and the grassy plains. With the clouds obscuring the sun, the light/shade boundary was faint, invisible unless you knew where to look. But he wasn't looking at the pale shadows or the ground under his feet, instead his head was tilted as far back as it would go, craning towards the dark sky.
Regnant clouds processed past him, marching towards the horizon, away from here - towards better people and more interesting places.
I want to be part of the water cycle, he thought, and be evaporated, condensed and precipitated far away. Staring at the sky, he felt that this could happen, if only he focused long enough.

CRACK

The first shot of lighting forked towards the earth. Throwing light onto the woods with an LED flash.
A few raindrops splashed across his upturned face and palms

CRACK

Another flicker, weaker than the last. His head snapped forward to watch;
breaking his focus.

The Dalai Lama has rectangular-shaped glasses with Transition lenses

man

it must be awesome being the

Dalai Lama

when he’s on chat I bet he’s like

“hehehe”

that’s how he laughs irl

the Dalai Lama is so sweet

so chill

so content

and giggly!

we could learn a lot

‘cept how to hongi

(he forgot that)

“hehehe

sorry I forgot”

he said

and touched a nose with his nose

“hehehe”

the Dalai Lama told me to be happy

he said be optimistic

he said some stuff about the earthquake

we mustn’t be afraid

everything that happens is natural

---

there is a pile of dust and plaster on my floor which I brushed off my bed

it fell out of the wall the other day in a big aftershock onto the person sleeping beside me

---

I dipped a nacho chip into some curry

“hehehe”

yum

Who Am I??

63

the sun smells
like pepper and honey
the sun feels like
a scarf wrapped loosely around my neck

in the rain
my hair fills up with water
forgetting our umbrella again

remembering our umbrella
i hold it above our heads
i am taller than you

when it is raining there are
ducks and worms
mud and shoes
blankets and waves
me and you

when there is sun and rain at the same time i feel very happy

out in the harbour
birds are flapping their wings
against the water

closing my eyes
i sew the features of your face together

tell me about your dreams
i will listen

Rain

James dominated weather.
I need to do another post to catch up with him.
I have some cloud macros
but I was saving them for everythingisfantastic
but maybe I should post them here.
But even if I do post them
it might not be enough.
I have been trying to be disciplined
about saving material for everythingisfantastic.
I don't know.
The last few days have been bad.
The weather has also been bad.
Usually I like the rain.
When I was little
when it rained
I would go out to the backyard
and lie under the table
and read my book
and listen to the rain around me.
Now I just feel lonely.
I am not allowed to say sad things to my friends.
H doesn't want to be my friend anymore.
R isn't here.
It is cold.
There is a black box inside my chest.
I drop things into it and they disappear.
Everything is gradually disappearing.
All that is left is the rain.
The table is gone
and my face is wet.