miserable joy

[gaoldman]

This is a time of infinite possibilities, of twisted roads to every uncharted point you never knew you wanted to visit. It's not a merry time, an easy time, a quiet time. It's hissing and bucking like a firehose and you just know it's trying to fuck up your ability to quell the burn in your belly. And you can taste failure on the backs of your

Comments

[fiennes_r]

"Miserable joy" might be the best description I've ever heard.

[gaoldman]

It's the resin in the bowl after a cynic fires up a thing of beauty.

[leung_k]

I suppose imprinting the distortion of the floorview is just as important as getting back up, though. You'd need all the pieces to complete the puzzle, after all.

[gaoldman]

I mentally Polaroid every terrible thing that happens to me and file them in firesafe boxes. I display the beautiful ones where I can see them and wonder at the blanks in between them. Most of the time.

[cheung_maggie]

Your entries are always my favorites. Is "not standing up" physical or idealogical?

[gaoldman]

I'm honoured that my blather is within your babbling brook. I think it could certainly be both physical and ideological, but I think I was going for the latter in this one. (Actually, I have no idea what I was going for on this one. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, steam, wheeze.)

[daniela_sea]

This makes more sense to me than anything I've read in a really long time.

[gaoldman]

Then we have piped together, Miss Sir.

[applef]

Sometimes you speak with such an enthusiastic frustration that it twists my stomach to knots.

[gaoldman]

Oh, FiFi. I'll falaka frustratedly at your feet, freely, forthwith.

[applef]

! Swear on Pinwheel Cookies and I shall eternally Present Feet.

[gaoldman]

I'll swear on a stack of sweets to swiftly smack your soles.