Today is Friday
I feel like I should be doing something I’m forgetting. I really dislike that feeling. But, since I can’t remember what it is, I’ll just have to live without having done it. I need to buy some more clothing to deal with the upcoming winter. Like gloves. I’d rather not get frostbite. Currently I hate life. I don’t appreciate having a cold from some contagious...
The music screams
and I listen. Because, fuck, let’s face it loud music is okay; loud thoughts not so much let them be, those loud thoughts don’t bring them outside they’ll die, or grow like weeds that cover eyes not that my eyes were open, I’m more interested in the interior of eyelids than anything else; and your ears ring with the purest thing of expression, music music...
I will fucking write this damn midterm.
Three pages left and three in the morning has almost left. And after this, a nap, not quite a third of a night’s sleep before rising again. Is this new found determination, or fear of failure? Steady on pride.
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purplehost asked: Do you know you can ask yourself things?
It was necessary. He had heard that there was a time when it wasn’t, a time when everyone lived until they didn’t anymore. Sometimes people interfered, but those people were put away. He had heard that people even went out of their way to try to cure the sick. The word had been foreign to him until it was explained. To cure meant to make the sick healthy. Ridiculous. There were...
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jamesisnotpoliticallycorrect: Why the hell not. Possibly? If this makes someone decide to say something. Go on, say something.
When I innocently click a link from a reblog...
luraskyangela reblogged your post: Classes keep me from sitting down and writing for… Spam porn. Thanks bunches, just what I wanted to see in the middle of a lecture. I wonder how many people saw that.
Classes keep me from sitting down and writing for...
I miss that. Being able to just sit there and write, all night if I wanted to. Even if I didn’t want to, the ideas would carry over through me. And now, I have assignments to write, I have to write poetry and short prose fiction, let’s confine it to a class. Let’s confine it to Times New Roman, 11 or 12 pt. font, one inch margins, on plain white typing paper, double...
La, la, la.
I am tumbling my way through a lecture I shouldn’t have bothered to show up for. And later, laundry and counseling.
I've never felt this unwelcome in my entire life.
Literally. So much for this being the place I live at. It’s honestly less personal and more hostile than a thirty dollar a night motel. Not to be optimistic, but this does make for great writing material to draw on. I think I would have preferred writing badly.
The Moderns were mercenaries, practical jokers, nihilistic technofetishists.– William Gibson, Neuromancer
My hands smell like cigarettes. Go on, say it...
Avoiding problems you need to face is avoiding the life you need to live.– Paulo Coelho (via kari-shma)
It's been a hell of a long time, relatively...
For many, many things. I don’t know that I’ve ever been so torn and confused in my life. Even during the bad events of my life, any confusion I had went along the lines of two possibilities. And now, I’m questioning everything. At least, whenever I can concentrate long enough to do so. I’ve been deliberately distracting myself from the majority of it, because I...