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kittycat in a cage.
goddamn cats.
saw a white eight-week pouncer yesterday. her little tail was a streak of black at the tip.
if she were mine, i'd call her 'verse like poetry, but short for multiverse. dreamt i got a white dog, but that doesn't mean anything.
the up side:
i. some of my easier-to-digest lit is getting performed at some festival soon.
should probably pass my stuff to more places. and keep experimenting. stagnated styles/repeated ideas suck.
it's still a wheel, but it's got to spin better and prettier.
ii. the expansion of the universe is actually accelerating, rather than slowing down. we live in an infinite universe/ infinite series of verses. i know it's an evolving mythos/theory, but it makes me way happier than anything about gods. the gods are dead, or deluded, or poppied up, or completely irrelevant. well, hubris will get you. maybe they're asleep or apathetic. don't freewheel in the universe unless you're okay with rolling dice and opening boxes.
the other side:
i. thinking of chopping my hair really short. it's getting long again, and i don't know if i feel like a cut & succinct soul, or something young.
sometimes, i think i'm never going to make up my mind about anything or anyone. i like a sense of certainty, but i also don't believe in anything but change & mercury.
ii. al's back in town, so after work & hip-hop, it looks like a bunch of us are meeting up with her for indian. i'm more in the mood to do something new and uncertain, but i hate to be anything but a bursting rainbow-shiny bubble of joy. i think people like me better when i'm not, but i don't.
whatever. i'm kicking out. it's gorgeous.
i feel like strumming.
goddamn cats.
saw a white eight-week pouncer yesterday. her little tail was a streak of black at the tip.
if she were mine, i'd call her 'verse like poetry, but short for multiverse. dreamt i got a white dog, but that doesn't mean anything.
the up side:
i. some of my easier-to-digest lit is getting performed at some festival soon.
should probably pass my stuff to more places. and keep experimenting. stagnated styles/repeated ideas suck.
it's still a wheel, but it's got to spin better and prettier.
ii. the expansion of the universe is actually accelerating, rather than slowing down. we live in an infinite universe/ infinite series of verses. i know it's an evolving mythos/theory, but it makes me way happier than anything about gods. the gods are dead, or deluded, or poppied up, or completely irrelevant. well, hubris will get you. maybe they're asleep or apathetic. don't freewheel in the universe unless you're okay with rolling dice and opening boxes.
the other side:
i. thinking of chopping my hair really short. it's getting long again, and i don't know if i feel like a cut & succinct soul, or something young.
sometimes, i think i'm never going to make up my mind about anything or anyone. i like a sense of certainty, but i also don't believe in anything but change & mercury.
ii. al's back in town, so after work & hip-hop, it looks like a bunch of us are meeting up with her for indian. i'm more in the mood to do something new and uncertain, but i hate to be anything but a bursting rainbow-shiny bubble of joy. i think people like me better when i'm not, but i don't.
whatever. i'm kicking out. it's gorgeous.
i feel like strumming.