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Lately writing feels like vomiting; i'm nauseous all the time but i have to stick my finger down my throat to get anything out and the results are not attractive. See? What an awful metaphor. Not that i think highly of my writing in general but i used to be able to spout florid prose easily or at least get my thoughts down.
*gaging sounds*
Supposedly there was a meteor shower last weekend and the prime time for viewing was midnight to four in the morning. I happened to wake up at a quarter to three Monday morning so i went outside hoping to see something. The reception in my eyes was terrible! I could barely make out the Pleiades. The sound worked fine though. Cricket symphony.
I think my recent string of vivid and engaging dreams could have had some connection to the meteors. That or the reconfiguration of stones on my nightstand. Or fluctuations in the atmosphere, solar flares, alien hypno rays?
*gaging sounds*
Supposedly there was a meteor shower last weekend and the prime time for viewing was midnight to four in the morning. I happened to wake up at a quarter to three Monday morning so i went outside hoping to see something. The reception in my eyes was terrible! I could barely make out the Pleiades. The sound worked fine though. Cricket symphony.
I think my recent string of vivid and engaging dreams could have had some connection to the meteors. That or the reconfiguration of stones on my nightstand. Or fluctuations in the atmosphere, solar flares, alien hypno rays?