In media res

Aug 05, 2008 02:35

Resurrecting my normal writing frequency involves a disregard for any recap of events or history leading to my current state, and that is what I'm doing.

We have to move--on the 28th we're out or signed into an uncomfortable leasing situation on top of the music space payment. Active looking without much result. Time will yield home.

There's a puddle of music.

It seems without satisfaction nor escapable, with reward of an award of more. A walk further to near a plot of nothing with a cardboard box full of a shipping label.

Scream into the mountainously-open mouth of God for a simple truth to be answered with an echo from the Godman begging for the simple truth.

I would force myself awake for another hour to lemonsqueeze out a drip of sour unripened expression but I'll still have to wake up in seven hours; without enough sleep fulltime work is unpleasant and without pleasantness contentment cakes and cracks.
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