boogie
am wearing green, floral 60s bikinitop.
;P groovy, baby, yeah.
am so lethargic i could cry. i had a little burst of energy yesterday when i went overboard making things, writing, drawing, composing. it was great... until i stopped fooling myself into thinking that i could suddenly be boundlessly creative and blissfully productive. and so it stopped.
so here i am, scowling at the paints and the brushes and the easel. thinking i'll never write another eloquent piece for as long as i live (and according to a dream the other night, the end of that shall come on august 4th 2004. we shall see.).
there's so much going on at once, so many colourful impulses and clever ideas and intricate thoughts and grand wants and basic cravings, i can't get over them all and i just fall back, not realising any of them. i settle for the idea of something.
i remember someone giving me a fancy diagnosis for this sort of behavior, i've forgotten (read: suppressed) the name.
boogie on down with me and al.
;P groovy, baby, yeah.
am so lethargic i could cry. i had a little burst of energy yesterday when i went overboard making things, writing, drawing, composing. it was great... until i stopped fooling myself into thinking that i could suddenly be boundlessly creative and blissfully productive. and so it stopped.
so here i am, scowling at the paints and the brushes and the easel. thinking i'll never write another eloquent piece for as long as i live (and according to a dream the other night, the end of that shall come on august 4th 2004. we shall see.).
there's so much going on at once, so many colourful impulses and clever ideas and intricate thoughts and grand wants and basic cravings, i can't get over them all and i just fall back, not realising any of them. i settle for the idea of something.
i remember someone giving me a fancy diagnosis for this sort of behavior, i've forgotten (read: suppressed) the name.
boogie on down with me and al.