Resurrection

[biancaciao]

I have no wit, no words, no tears;

My heart within me like a stone

Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;

Look right, look left, I dwell alone;

I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief

No everlasting hills I see;

My life is in the falling leaf:

O Jesus, quicken me

I don’t really know what happened, when exactly it started

Comments

grabulous melons!

[monkeybumface]

And there I was, not even paying attention. My excuse is that the "friends" page only goes back so far now, and most of that is taken up by Richard Fuckin' Herring and his damnably effecient blogging.

I'll tell you what though: when somebody insists on saying "pal" at the end of each text message ('Just let me know, pal'; 'Whenever you feel like it, pal'), it starts to feel just a little bit threatening after a while.

Here's something a little bit more on-topic: Isn't it weird how a simple thing like the human brain can play havoc with the flesh, muscles and bones that hang around beneath it? I have heart attacks and strokes every other week, then it rotates with stomach cancer and brain tumours. I'm not saying that your pain is mentally.....created, but I spent about six months going to doctor after doctor because they all told me I was fine and I KNEW that I wasn't. Fuck them and all of their knowledge about medical THINGS.

So here I am, anyway, about four months later. In my defence, I have a lot more spare time of an evening

Re: grabulous melons!

[monkeybumface]

This reminds me of all those classic comedy scenes where people keep missing each other's phone calls. Except those aren't really comedy scenes, are they? THAT'S MY ACTUAL LIFE!