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From this morning: Poetry and a stray cat convention on my lawn.
Who the hell knows--- I know the break is treating me well and sleep is no where to be dreamed. So here I am, again.
The subject was of friends, politics and cucumber salad: Every 'human confession booth' is a confessor to a higher power of reason. In my case, I tell everything to my cats. They pretend to be interested while I rant and rave about politics, secrets, futures, sorrows...
And they stare at me cock-eyed--- wondering when I will pop another valium. My cats are witness to the life I lead when there's no one watching me. My reality is peppered with confusion, disbelief {and.Knots. in.} --- When not even a mirror can reflect the absolute strangeness of the world I see before me: "Alice went down a deep, dark, hole that lead to Hither and Thither."
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I have C minor ringing in my head.
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[------------------] : When was the last time you were in a band?
Deadheaven: Functional or dysfunctional?
[------------------] : Either.
Deadheaven: '99
[------------------] : Wrote music?
Deadheaven: '99
A friend of mine is piecing a band together, though I do not know any details or what she's going to do with a band once she gets one.. Her planning and scouting started me thinking 'way back' to the various musicians and songwriters, I've had the pleasure of working with since '89-- up to the musicians and writers that I speak with occasionally online. Yeah, I should get out more. My piano is missing a low D string and needs tuning. Hard to work on a tone deaf piano. Ivory keys, wine, paper, and a pen.
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Continued, now, several hours later...above. I think.
Who the hell knows--- I know the break is treating me well and sleep is no where to be dreamed. So here I am, again.
The subject was of friends, politics and cucumber salad: Every 'human confession booth' is a confessor to a higher power of reason. In my case, I tell everything to my cats. They pretend to be interested while I rant and rave about politics, secrets, futures, sorrows...
And they stare at me cock-eyed--- wondering when I will pop another valium. My cats are witness to the life I lead when there's no one watching me. My reality is peppered with confusion, disbelief {and.Knots. in.} --- When not even a mirror can reflect the absolute strangeness of the world I see before me: "Alice went down a deep, dark, hole that lead to Hither and Thither."
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I have C minor ringing in my head.
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[------------------] : When was the last time you were in a band?
Deadheaven: Functional or dysfunctional?
[------------------] : Either.
Deadheaven: '99
[------------------] : Wrote music?
Deadheaven: '99
A friend of mine is piecing a band together, though I do not know any details or what she's going to do with a band once she gets one.. Her planning and scouting started me thinking 'way back' to the various musicians and songwriters, I've had the pleasure of working with since '89-- up to the musicians and writers that I speak with occasionally online. Yeah, I should get out more. My piano is missing a low D string and needs tuning. Hard to work on a tone deaf piano. Ivory keys, wine, paper, and a pen.
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Continued, now, several hours later...above. I think.