more of it

languages given here
cultures far and near
reversion to just one's nearer than this

first fall's diversity
second's its melody
eulogy sung in the City of Dis

Geh quizzes.

And my 'where'd your soul originate' bullshit. ( Read more... )

'Euh' is a Marley sound.

Every time I try to write what I want to be writing, I slam against a brick wall. And it's not like Rob Furr and Ben Brown's brick wall, that's their Muse and they get inspiration from banging their heads against it. No, this is different. It's not even writer's block, because the ideas are there. It's just that I don't want to do anything once I get started. Same goes for laundry. And straightening this place up, it's become a veritable pit. And calling people on the phone, and being social, and eating, and doing dishes, and taking the kitten to the vet, and getting a goddamn haircut so I stop looking like a female Howlin' Pelle with Rivers Cuomo glasses. Same goes for even making my fucking bed or vacuuming the stairwell or shovelling the driveway or getting my car's oil changed or getting it inspected or writing the app for Sage on Brave and Bold, or writing more of my NaNoWriMo novel which I completely failed to finish in time, surprise surprise. I can't even be bothered to comb my hair. I can't even be bothered to find my glasses so I can see what I'm typing. I think resting would be nice. Resting a long while and recovering from life. Like, temporarily dead. Long enough for everything to sort itself in one way or another, long enough for everything I'm worried about to stop being viable issues. I wonder if any of my skills would be of any use at all if I were suddenly shunted into a parallel dimension. I wonder if I have any more clean socks.

zrah zrah in your eyes forsaken me golden glasshouse

Smoky atmospheric jazz
With a sobbing clarinet begging for help
Seeing through the stifling haze
And then a defiantly mellow surf guitar
Backed up by a coolly triumphant bass
Encroaching on the dream of blues
With blue chords and bong water
Drowning leading to anxious downs
Clutching frantically at clarity
Within a locked steel cage charged
Dynamite chorus building steadily
Until the peak is reached and
Everything comes apart