Entry Number Five: It's the census time!
[Private to Self]
My funk is back! It's been gone for a few days, but it's back now and no amount of pain and/or depression will ever make it disappear again. Aaaanyway... What was I going to say? And to whom, most importantly?
La-la-la-a-a-a... •••
ℑ... ψ∀ℵτ ∴ ℑ ⌊∫√∑
Owwww, I remembered-- I have a new awesome little bottlette of perfume (someone sent it to me anonymously - how cute!). It smells of cleanliness and spring and lots of fruits. I sprinkled it all over my 'weird' room, so now it's going to be called the 'fruity' room.
I also have three new songs already forming into something fabulous. THREE! And so what if I don't have my musicians back? They don't even know I'm here--
Yesterday I had a dream about all of them. We were eating ice-cream, actually. Does that mean something? Freud? Oh no, let's keep Freud out of it, that old pervert. I mean... eew. Well, okay, maybe not 'eew', but really - I'm not really-- WHAT?! Nothing, nothing, nothing... And devil and all his stooges - that took me a lot to embolden and generally make it look alright.
Shu-wiki-wa- Shu-wiki-shu- Shu-shu-shu-shu-shu-shu-SHUDDUP, Myron! Actually, I can keep on writing here and no one will be able to stop me. Oh!!! It's the graporrheiac's wet dream! And did I just say 'wet'? I need to headdesk... repeatedly. But guess what - no one can read this! So you can write whatever dirty things that can come to your mind. Mmm... that's tempting. Like-- pink bunnies copulating or something?
Speaking of copulation - I had an erotic dream yesterday involving a few men. Why erotic if it's men? Well, what can I say, the way they were scratching the vinyls was soooooo erotic. And they were bald too. Stupid bald men scratching the vinyls.
Stop. Myron-- cut the crap. You were actually going to address the public, simple as that. And what did you do instead? GOT INK ALL OVER YOUR FINGERS BECAUSE YOU ARE A DUNDERHEAD, MYRON! Ice-cream, erotic dreams, vinyls, and bloody perfume! Honestly, sometimes even I, your... WHOEVER, get exasperated with you. No wonder everyone else does too. It's because you never learned how to be serious and efficacious. Combinatorics! Acrobatics! Syncopated rhythms! Tango, tango, tango.
... I'm a schizophrenic, someone help me.
[/Private to Self]
[Public... apparently]
It really is a very much public post, because I have something to ask, so-- Attention, dearests! It's the summer time, the weather's being all nice and friendly, and it's just about the time to kick back and relax, while drinking on some milk cocktail. Which is why I thought it was the perfect time for discussing something vital. Like--
When was the last time you did something nice for someone else? And most importantly - Why did you do this?
Really, though, when was the last time you bought flowers for your loved one? Or danced? Or watched the sunset with your friend/lover just because? Or cooked even?
My funk is back! It's been gone for a few days, but it's back now and no amount of pain and/or depression will ever make it disappear again. Aaaanyway... What was I going to say? And to whom, most importantly?
La-la-la-a-a-a... •••
ℑ... ψ∀ℵτ ∴ ℑ ⌊∫√∑
Owwww, I remembered-- I have a new awesome little bottlette of perfume (someone sent it to me anonymously - how cute!). It smells of cleanliness and spring and lots of fruits. I sprinkled it all over my 'weird' room, so now it's going to be called the 'fruity' room.
I also have three new songs already forming into something fabulous. THREE! And so what if I don't have my musicians back? They don't even know I'm here--
Yesterday I had a dream about all of them. We were eating ice-cream, actually. Does that mean something? Freud? Oh no, let's keep Freud out of it, that old pervert. I mean... eew. Well, okay, maybe not 'eew', but really - I'm not really-- WHAT?! Nothing, nothing, nothing... And devil and all his stooges - that took me a lot to embolden and generally make it look alright.
Shu-wiki-wa- Shu-wiki-shu- Shu-shu-shu-shu-shu-shu-SHUDDUP, Myron! Actually, I can keep on writing here and no one will be able to stop me. Oh!!! It's the graporrheiac's wet dream! And did I just say 'wet'? I need to headdesk... repeatedly. But guess what - no one can read this! So you can write whatever dirty things that can come to your mind. Mmm... that's tempting. Like-- pink bunnies copulating or something?
Speaking of copulation - I had an erotic dream yesterday involving a few men. Why erotic if it's men? Well, what can I say, the way they were scratching the vinyls was soooooo erotic. And they were bald too. Stupid bald men scratching the vinyls.
Stop. Myron-- cut the crap. You were actually going to address the public, simple as that. And what did you do instead? GOT INK ALL OVER YOUR FINGERS BECAUSE YOU ARE A DUNDERHEAD, MYRON! Ice-cream, erotic dreams, vinyls, and bloody perfume! Honestly, sometimes even I, your... WHOEVER, get exasperated with you. No wonder everyone else does too. It's because you never learned how to be serious and efficacious. Combinatorics! Acrobatics! Syncopated rhythms! Tango, tango, tango.
... I'm a schizophrenic, someone help me.
[/Private to Self]
[Public... apparently]
It really is a very much public post, because I have something to ask, so-- Attention, dearests! It's the summer time, the weather's being all nice and friendly, and it's just about the time to kick back and relax, while drinking on some milk cocktail. Which is why I thought it was the perfect time for discussing something vital. Like--
When was the last time you did something nice for someone else? And most importantly - Why did you do this?
Really, though, when was the last time you bought flowers for your loved one? Or danced? Or watched the sunset with your friend/lover just because? Or cooked even?