Grey afternoon, some resolve, some dreams
I'm curled on the sofa. My eyes still dreaming of Robert Jordon, the stiff language of love, and the charges set to blow it all to ruin. I pull the rubber fins of the hot water bottle over the curve of my neck. Pressing myself down into the heat in an effort to destroy the stiffness that has taken over the right side of my body. It always starts with a bad night's sleep.
But overall, I'm entertained with myself. I have a mind for art today, and there were all kinds of wild projects I dreamed up this morning. I was supposed to be optimizing calculus equations, but instead I was wondering how difficult it would be to construct a metal frame for paper mache. I've been dreaming up this plant-creature for a while, something designed, a technique of modern biology, a deja-view organic. I guess I'm fit as any to figure it out, mad-scientist that I am.
I have red-painted nails and I'm wearing my aquamarine sweater with a long-narrow neck. I'm feeling cynical, obviously. I should probably eat some salad, which always cures the ills of caustic fashion (or mistakes of ingestion, for I devoured coffee and cake in the morning). Well. An anouncement: This is a good week, because I have made up my mind about things. For now, the echos of confusion have been silenced, and I will work this chip off my shoulder and wire out of my jaws and not hold myself so tight, because there is just no need anymore. And I finally realised, I haven't been unhappy, I've just wanted more than I was willing to put myself on the line for. And although cautious, I can never be accused of lacking bravery where needed (thank-stars). I'm feeling a little re-born on this grey-day. Feeling like I want to share it with all the strangelings who tune in on a tuesday afternoon to my little Blrogcast. Wiretap. I had a dream about lab-rats using ipods. They were all in one huge doughnut shaped cage, mixing soul-divas with the honkey-tonk heroes and chuckling to themselves (for they really are that clever), that all this technalchemy leaves them wanting, but us, (re)seaching.
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But overall, I'm entertained with myself. I have a mind for art today, and there were all kinds of wild projects I dreamed up this morning. I was supposed to be optimizing calculus equations, but instead I was wondering how difficult it would be to construct a metal frame for paper mache. I've been dreaming up this plant-creature for a while, something designed, a technique of modern biology, a deja-view organic. I guess I'm fit as any to figure it out, mad-scientist that I am.
I have red-painted nails and I'm wearing my aquamarine sweater with a long-narrow neck. I'm feeling cynical, obviously. I should probably eat some salad, which always cures the ills of caustic fashion (or mistakes of ingestion, for I devoured coffee and cake in the morning). Well. An anouncement: This is a good week, because I have made up my mind about things. For now, the echos of confusion have been silenced, and I will work this chip off my shoulder and wire out of my jaws and not hold myself so tight, because there is just no need anymore. And I finally realised, I haven't been unhappy, I've just wanted more than I was willing to put myself on the line for. And although cautious, I can never be accused of lacking bravery where needed (thank-stars). I'm feeling a little re-born on this grey-day. Feeling like I want to share it with all the strangelings who tune in on a tuesday afternoon to my little Blrogcast. Wiretap. I had a dream about lab-rats using ipods. They were all in one huge doughnut shaped cage, mixing soul-divas with the honkey-tonk heroes and chuckling to themselves (for they really are that clever), that all this technalchemy leaves them wanting, but us, (re)seaching.
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