Doldrums

"She always thought of his hair whenever she thought of him back then, and she thought of him now. She'd wished it was longer when they were together forever ago. Part of her wished it so even now but all of her wanted just to smell it against her face. Closing her eyes and with great focus she drew him up over and over. If he was in the room, she would be able to tell how he felt simply on how he smelled. Were she aware, she'd've know that all feeling was long lost in her hands. Her feet would then follow and what crawled up after and all over her was not a numb. Pain goes to ache and then onto numb and this had been gone through again and again and was more-than-known-well. She'd hold fast for a bit and end digging in the scar, fishing for something. This here was different. She was gone, or, at least, was going and fast. She didn't even think about it. she felt born without a sense of smell or a nose or a tongue. Her jaw stuck there locked limp at an angle. She tasted the pain and the ache and the numb at the back of her throat lying open like a hole. She could smell him behind her eyes way up in her head. Her body reacted with a shudder and a strong well. Two thumbs leaned hard on the front of her skull but she would not give because making that water would get all of it out and let it all go and it would be gone, but it was all she had. It was the only thing she knew.
She bit down hard, sat up and shook it off. "It smells like shit in here." Her mugs were all dirty but she made coffee anyway. "I'll figure something out."" Someone Sad -Gordon Shearer-

I was a battered suitcase and you were a threadbare house coat. Together, we waited.

I worked hard and it was raining when I finished. When it rains it pours, and I sleep alone wet. Picture two people on the edge of a cliff like in the movies; they are holding onto each other by the left wrist, one person dangling and the other lying flat and holding fast; the victim is screaming "don't you let go of me!", and the savior's shouting "I'm not gonna let go of you!": Now, which one are you? I'll tell you this. You're my hero and at the same time I'm not going to let go of you. Who gives a fuck if it's raining.


Not to deny the import of melancholy. Like Kevin Bacon said in Footloose, "sometimes there's a... no, ummm... it's a time for when all you... when it is the season for the time when...": I haven't seen that movie in a real long time.


It makes me happy to think that we'll soon be someplace a little different.


We will live like kings.


We will party like stars.


Kings made me think of this...


More soon.

Carnivorous Marsupials

"As the pup breathed the last time, he continued to wag his tail. Gordon Shearer The Tasmanian Tiger, The Tasmanian Wolf


God, it feels like the rust is covered in dust. I'm just going to lay down what has caught my eye over the last few.


Admittedly, some days have been feeling like this.

I'm just gonna let my fingers do the walking while the pictures do the hypertext link to another website that's thematically if not directly related way thing.










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