Thursday, April 30, 2009

lyrics girl makes a discovery

It's her own blood that's much too dangerous--not her love.

Sometimes we hear what we need to at the time.

srsly...there's a lot with which to have fun

Feels like karmaaaaaaa...
This is what I was just doing in my living room...insofar as one can crowdsurf solo, that is. Clint Poppie, I am still in complete adoration of your bullhorn-nature, even 15 years later.
I've got to get me out to another festival sometime. Preferably overseas. And now that my adrenaline's kicked into high gear, time to hit the sack with a load of books and a bullhorn with which to gentle myself to sleep.

I was reading my old blog from 2001-2005 tonight, and was pretty impressed with some of my turns of phrase, if I do say so myself. Though I was also kinda sad to see some of the same questions about feeling blocked coming up over and over again. I've really, really gotta do something about that.

But it made me realise that I'd like to try and get back into posting little inanities, tale-telling about weird life-incidents (more snippets of conversation, encounters with random strangers, etc.). Which means I've gotta get out more.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

it's as funny as the devil...which is, frankly, pretty funny

This post contains feathers. Right here.
The beginning begins.
No end in sight.
I'm terrified, exhilarated, and looking forward...with trepidation. Roller coaster indeed.

There is world enough, and time.