Soon I discovered this rock thing was true.
Oh no. I left my CD in the car and I need it... I NEED it, I tell you.
What I really need to do is plug the radio into the outlet behind the bookshelf, set it on top, and put my disc into it. By the time I move an item or two about, the disc will be warm enough to play.
Instead, I sit here and type about it... killing my lungs a puff at a time and making sure my bladder works overtime to filtrate nothing but vodka.
But you know what? These little things are feasible now.
It never used to be that way, so it means there is some sort of progress. Of course, I am going mad in the process. Aha, the rhyming of a wayward poet.
Anyway...
...it's all a strange, fucked up, frightening and enlightening whirlwind into otherwhere. Becoming something different can suck ass. It can be incredibly cool as well.
*chuckles*
'Cool'. Yeah. As though that one asinine word could even begin to encapsulate the magnitude of being. It quakes before the task of conveying all the wonder, all the horror... and it still holds up pretty damn well.
I confess. I am unstable.
...but I think I might be coming close to being okay with that.
As long as I can figure out how to interact.
(I can think of two people who will have finished this completely. You know who you are. To anyone else who did, thank you. It means a great deal.)
I was in love with the world and there was only one thing that I could do.
ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long
What I really need to do is plug the radio into the outlet behind the bookshelf, set it on top, and put my disc into it. By the time I move an item or two about, the disc will be warm enough to play.
Instead, I sit here and type about it... killing my lungs a puff at a time and making sure my bladder works overtime to filtrate nothing but vodka.
But you know what? These little things are feasible now.
It never used to be that way, so it means there is some sort of progress. Of course, I am going mad in the process. Aha, the rhyming of a wayward poet.
Anyway...
...it's all a strange, fucked up, frightening and enlightening whirlwind into otherwhere. Becoming something different can suck ass. It can be incredibly cool as well.
*chuckles*
'Cool'. Yeah. As though that one asinine word could even begin to encapsulate the magnitude of being. It quakes before the task of conveying all the wonder, all the horror... and it still holds up pretty damn well.
I confess. I am unstable.
...but I think I might be coming close to being okay with that.
As long as I can figure out how to interact.
(I can think of two people who will have finished this completely. You know who you are. To anyone else who did, thank you. It means a great deal.)
I was in love with the world and there was only one thing that I could do.
ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long