i've been listening to music.. talkin the talk and walking the-- limp? yea i need new shoes. its usually a good indication when the soles are practically non-existent.
have you ever been a padded room? have you ever been a shut-in? have you ever thought what that would sound like?
these are questions that fly into me intermittently. i have a lot on my plate as far scholastic expectation. unfortunately though its not really something anyone else would consider a lot. only me. because i'm burnt and i want to quit but can't and don't know what i would/should be doing outside of workshops and prompts and lectures and tasting this and sampling that. everything counts in large amounts?.. heh. more like in small increment blocks of thirty to forty minutes of staring into invisible ink spirals.
the light is off and everyone is home.
i prefer that to the light being on and no one being there.
wait. but what if instead of the above saying it goes something like, the light is on but everyone is hiding behind the cactus. or! or! the light is on but everyone's lying on the floor because someone just screamed, "fire in the hole!"
i don't know. it just sounds like more fun, don't you think? 'course the analogy is more distraction and ineptitude. or even preoccupation. or even intentional hedging and avoidance! all that rather than someone really not in touch.
how in the world did that all get started? i have no clue really. i think i just wanted to fill the space because i'm suffering from embarrassment over the previous entry. i reread it and man.. its all heavy-like. i'm really quite borderline freak-show. or.. y'know the last bit of newly phrased soon-to-be cliche. hah. this is purely non-sensical, this bit here.
in case [a] is reading this. i didn't send you a birthday email but i do, in fact, hope it was more bearable than you make it sound in your blog. sorry if it wasn't. better luck next time. honestly, that's the way it works. yuh just gots to roll with the punches.
speaking of being punchdrunk.... i am really bad at this. trying.. failing.. flailing.. ah! my laundry~!
the following are lyrics to a song i've been listening to somewhat on repeat.
6:06 p.m. - 2004-01-12
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