Sleep is once again, an acquired luxury. Lucid dreaming is almost certain, there seems no plausible end, and most definitely axiomatic of The Interpretation of Dreams for most parts. I remember Amsterdam, and other separate, unrelated, unpublishable details. Last night was particularly terrible, and also the night before. Good morning, Sisyphus. ( Read more... )

It was golden outside today, a nice touch of an old, other-worldly charm (with the help of a good, functional pair) as I walked the longer way. With measured steps and a different playlist, the world through my eyes bloomed in rare opulence. Even if it were for ten minutes. I almost forgot that house, the one where I could only see past the second ( Read more... )

No, it's not okay.
You can't understand.
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Oh the weather outside is frightful.

There was this particular girl that the cat dragged in today, and a rather pleasant-looking girl she was. But she spoke in an exceptionally high-pitched voice, and with figurative gonads in her mouth so it kind of sounded yyke thjish (when she was speaking to her boyfriend.) This is very bad press, I will not ( Read more... )

Very impassioned weather this morning, for a change. Today will be me against the world, that lousy spectre of mass consumerism and commodification. But let's hope for my sake, that lousy spectre will enter and leave with half of the consignments. I'm going to have trouble with names, but my favourite will be Sputnik while the rest will have to ( Read more... )

It's getting more and more crowded each day, irritable and loathsome like a noisy library. I very much want to be alone. To be in any place where rainbow lights, mistletoes and tannenbaums are of least concerns, (not to do the festivities or religious significance any disrespect of course.) I wish school would start.

I just have to release my Inner Spice.

They did the old two thumbs up and back, hands to shoulders and then palm to the front (like most of us knew), and you could see the crowd almost in perfect sync with them. Even the boys knew the sequence, it was like a grown-up Hi-5 concert only on a completely elevated level of coolness. And one lady almost ( Read more... )

There are sins it may be to discover,
There are deeds it may be to delight.
What new work wilt thou find for thy lover,
What new passions for daytime or night?
What spells that they know not a word of
Whose lives are as leaves overblown?
What tortures undreamt of, unheard of,
Unwritten, unknown?

The delight that consumes the desire,
The desire that ( Read more... )

And then we completely massacred the landmarks, politicians, history and all. What was supposed to be l'Arc de Triomphe was the victim of other unpublishable assumptions, the President was reduced to a fictional somebody in our textbooks, the Mona Lisa was painted by Michelangelo as of yesterday, Celine Dion had about three different nationalities ( Read more... )

One of the skills that I've promptly acquired in the course of my seven-day skirmish is speed reading. I don't know how much longer I can hold out tonight, it doesn't help that it's raining outside. I fell asleep three times so far, I'm just glad that tomorrow's paper starts at five and ends at whichever time I am able to finish decoding it. If I ( Read more... )