Hey… So, I’m still straight up Itch City, and I don’t feel like doing the word thing, but I did write a short thing to test http://writtenkitten.net/# when I was nodding off on a couch with lots of diphenhydramine in me, so I’ll give you that:
I mean like, what the candy cane button is this flapjack? Like, can’t I be the dad and the child all at the same time; having all the powers with the fuck-up hugs that just fester and melt into the heads of dogs that dreamed too far until final the mountain is settling into it’s own regular circadian rhythm and all that prime chemical regularity that just walks down aisles and sells their guitars without any kind of hesitation?
I mean, those are all the basics of where all this comes from. That and getting your wet reminders in exactly the package you want, delivered to your door in the Saranwrap of your choosing (without any sort of mention from your direction, that is). But I guess swaddling ain’t an option no more- my spectral prearchitectural future has none patience for me, my seed-tree can’t even build enough of a levy to blockade his own delugic demons, and my original nest bird can’t remember who she’s supposed to be long enough to cause not but irritation.
But I could blossom into a copaseticized anaplasion if just one thing sparkles and is let be a constant sparkle without eating or being taken up and eaten by the cold and bitter hands of Uncle Reality. I think I could at least. No, no… I know it to be true- it has to or all Anythings have been but a trifle sweet and fleeting. But, if the splotches and the scratch-beggers keep popping for this, then I’ll never understand why the camera can look like the cat, but the cat can never be anything but the cat. This merits mulling I suppose, but what of time and panics in amongst when the attempts are made? So I will sleep, and perhaps never truly wake, as the realism necessary for this cathode heart are is but short, fuzzy surprises in what my people-mouth could never say that which my nightly movies scream into my ears from the inside.
I’m Still Sick, So Whatever. Justice McHappyBed
P.S.- I’m pretty sure I invented some words in here, so that counts for WoDing… right?
Back in high school, I was known for having a pretty copious stock of exciting words at my disposal, which was fun for writing and talking. However, these days I find myself somewhat short of words, which is very depressing. So, being that I want to post on Tumblr more, I figured I could maybe do a “Word of the Day” thing (possibly a “Vocabugasm” or something…?). I know that these exist ad nauseam already, so if it’s just pointless let me know- or, if there’s something interesting I can do (like “use the word in a poem!” or something), let me know your thoughts. Also, daily might be a bit much…. 4 times a week? Anyways, today’s word is:
Pellucid(adj.)- Clear or translucent; alternatively, easy to understand.
I chose this because I saw it in Cloud Atlas (which I just recently started reading) and was fond of the sound and look of it…….. As far as format, I didn’t want to copy straight from another dictionary thing, so…… yeah.
Howdy y’all. So, in being straight rat-racing ‘til I don’t know what’s what (and with a big ol’ steak of existential mess on the constant-side), I guess I forgot how to talk about myself on the internet. I’ve started writing songs again, and RPM season approaches, so yeah… I feel a strong yearning in my abdomen to get on this thing again. I’m all hopped up on Darjeelings (the tea) right now, and listening to Zane play the new Beck (the Hansen) book right now, so I ain’t got much to offer for a real thing, so I’ll make up a quick, triple haiku (a tri-ku?) for this:
down Pheasants’ Flew fell, flounder fondly- dented dog… leash is not a thing;
but Arm talks, vexed in chimney (not timidly), “Are we? Do they?” Well….
Warm, she waxy-wafts, in on 8s, makes me 4 still. No talking; just pleas.
So yeah, more stuff to come…
I Mean It This Time??? Justice McMaybeNot
P.S.- What a crap-ass “I’m back!” post- sorry, Universe.
I haven’t been on you in like…. a month…? So, first of all, sorry about that. Secondably, a lot of things in my life have changed that I figured I’d let you know about:
I have a job! I’m a Research Associate in Lipidomics at Berg Diagnostics. It’s still weird having something that takes up most of every day, but I’m liking the work itself and being involved with science again.
I have a car! It’s 2001 Corolla LE that makes a terrible clunky sound, but I’m hoping to get that fixed next week. I think I might name it Sylvia… or Not Adam.
I’m 23 now! It’s like being 22, but mostly worse feeling. The day itself was disappointing.
For the time being, I’m mostly just getting used to working and being in a band that plays out frequently. I have a few electronics projects in the works, but I’ll post more about those when they’re done. I’m staying with my mom in Cambridge, but hopefully Boomer and I will be finding a place for the two of us to live soon together soon togetherly.
Also, Zanois has shows out the yang! We’re playing tomorrow night at Mad Bob’s in Manchester, Saturday night at Copperfields in Boston (with SHEL!), Monday at All Asia in Cambridge, and Tuesday at Milly’s in Manchester. You should follow our blog to keep up with this stuff in a better fashion than me infrequently posting about it: http://zanois.tumblr.com/
So yeah, that’s about it… I’ll hopefully post more about these things soon. Here’s a Passion Pit: