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CMBYN pseudo-academia: Discovery: Reference to young Bach in a different Erik Satie composition
Call me a pop culture hack drawing strings from the sky that don't exist, but I just posted something to the CMBYN subreddit ( Read more... ) -
the unrequited love of a reader
I'm tuned very high on the sensitivity scale in getting stuck for days in what could have been, and wondering what happened later in the life and thoughts of characters in books and movies. Call me ripe for fan fic, a townie who wanders the old halls endlessly, or the potential to become a deranged manchild Baby Jane Hudson. Though none of those ( Read more... ) -
bring him back bring him back
I can't stand how quickly the details of dreams slip every second of the waking life that passes. When I want to get back to the precious world of that dream I never can ( Read more... ) -
the wheels of change only grind by force for me
I was going to echo the acute anxiety about the walls of the apocalypse caving in in the form of the ashy orange sky today, but that would be what everyone else is doing. We didn't have a daytime today, and we're dulled by the 300 stories per rotation about scandals at the top. I am wrapped in cotton compared to everyone else. If it ever comes down ( Read more... ) -
behind every living soul are thirty ghosts
My best friend's mom's best friend just died. Aww, JoJo ( Read more... ) -
Well it happened, and I'm the one to blame.
Similar to Miwa's go-to imitation of me when I lost my last even-numbered hard contact lens down her sink drain in LA (standing next to the bath towel she later learned her boyfriend at the time used to wipe his anus after pooping): "No ... no .. no . no no no nonononono!" (Imagine me saying that from large to small ellipses around the drain, like ( Read more... ) -
code words instead
compliments of puckish air or its saboteur greying hair disappeared years ago ( Read more... ) -
my head is heavy with fury
I just stream of conscience-d something incredibly honest and revelatory, and this damn stupid new format ate it with a click. Kill me. -
The Year of Becoming Boring
So ... oddly enough, the momentum I had at the beginning of the year came to some fruition. I find myself in a new job, a few levels higher, tons of new "big lady pants" responsibilities, with a long driving commute across a bridge. Everything I asked for? Perhaps once I sort out time for myself. You know, enroll in a pilates class or something ( Read more... )