Ache my head
Give me a trilogy
To float me into a new part
Give me misspent hours
With no regrets
Give me aromatic shells
That crack and split and yield
I believe in you
I believe in your power
Ache my head
Give me a trilogy
To float me into a new part
Give me misspent hours
With no regrets
Give me aromatic shells
That crack and split and yield
I believe in you
I believe in your power
It’s spit and mortar
Holding me up it’s
Ghosts and horror
Filling my cup
And the log rough hands of fate
Can’t keep themselves to themselves
And The fruit we scorned and ate
Is flying off the shelves
I think too much and it rots
I joke to my assistant that I’m in a dream
But it feels true
I don’t believe in anything but I
Feel like there’s a touch of the devine
In the way my projects come together
I can’t see the pattern while I do it
But I do it
And the pattern is there
I dream about Manhattan
And a roller coaster subway ride
I dream about
Hi. I’m still here, more or less. I’ve felt like I’ll somehow curse my life by writing on here, which is silly I guess, but *knocks on wood about it* Anyway, yeah. It’s a busy time. My eyes are tired from being open for so long and I really need to fucking exercise and I should probably consume a vegetable sometime in the relatively near future. Maybe actually get some groceries so I have some type of food in the house. Whatever. whatever. dude, I’m tired. Just one question set and three freelance articles to go, for today. 15 pages from two classes, 12 pages from another, and 25 pages from another = a total of 67 fucking pages of papers that I have to write in the next 1.25 months. Holy fucking shit dude. Holy Fucking Shit. Dude. That’s not to mention the 10 minute presentation I have to somehow?? make?? and the regular weekly work that is still happening. The discussions and reading questions and article summaries. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah! cool, cool, co co co co co co coool! Grad school was a Fun and Good idea! My summer financial aid better come thru, so I can split up my last 4 classes over summer and fall, and only have to take 1 other class while I write my dissertation, instead of taking 3 other classes while writing my dissertation. But, ultimately, we’ll see. We’ll see we’ll see we’ll see. I just want to practice knots and ties and have my body worshiped while I casually sip wine. Jeeze. Why is all of this happening instead? Alright, it’s time for me to do more work. I’m out. peace.