yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo.
yeah, i know.
my brother's computer's been assraped by a gang of feathered monkeys or something.
it sits gathering dust and pus in the corner of the green room that we've tried rearranging several times.
the mouse still finds his way in and dances around in the night to the tune of glasses of romulan ale clinking at quark's bar on the promenade. one mother fucking mouse left. he shows up in my dreams, between me getting meat and punculation scholarships and flying on angel's backs and refusing to (or complying to) have sex with boys.
little mouse remaining: please leave.
it's spring: happy ostara.
halifax has been sunny enough for spring jackets and watching the action at the bowl and writing outside without mittens and feeling pathetic because being holed up inside this winter hasn't provoked me to produce
anything
anything
anything
anything
oh, and uh, anything.
... but i'm content, except for the odd tuesday or wednesday full of tears and icelandic metal gods.
seriously. this winter has been unlike any other. it's warm in my house. no toques necessary. joy. joy. quadruple google joy.
but yesterday's printemps observations begat a vommitous spree of beating the shit out of myself: on paper and in speech. i didn't weep. i was just huffy.
slackers write plays and slackers play shows and slackers end up with their face in stale rose.
a small but strong pinko meeting rescued me from my self-loathing cocoon. je suis pret for taking down the man (again). peppermint tea primed my left wing into sharvin' for some organized flapaction.
but other than that:
i'm going to see nine inch nails in toronto. we paid an inordinate amount for the tickets. i am too stoked.
may brings such amazing events:
motorhead in halifax
nine inch nails in toronto
e p i s o d e t h r e e
my birthday
sunny days: whisky on the balcony
things may just be falling into a reasonable place. it may be snowing today (your hair looked fine anyway), but spring will rock our socks off. and our clothes off. and we will run to the south shore and whisk our fall and winter catalgue of assorted blues and greens away in the christly frigid sea. this is my wish for all of us.
p.s. i hope the next time won't be so far away. we are on the lookout for a great new com pu tear.
2 comments:
so glad you have the shiny new chitty chitty. also - looking foward to whicky and beetching about j.p. "the man" ennui, et al. yo yo.
if my old 'puter was named NG (Not Gonna), this new shiny chitty would be named GMFG (go muthafucker go) or something to that affect. this shit is FASSTTTT;. soon there will be gin slushies for everyone. where: my balcony.
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