Friday, December 15, 2006
a certain person who enjoys boys of summer almost as much as i do has complained of being ankle-deep in shit. oh well. i know how she feels. but. i shall not whine about it. i jumped into this cesspool of work/extra-curricular activity myself, and i jolly well will work/talk/bullshit my own damned whiny self out of this, (this is not an indictment of fellow Unhappy person! or mr small lecherous eyes, currently somwehere in switzerland... hmm, then again...) as i have been doing since the dawn of time.
i backed my car into a cop car the other day.
well he just drove off, sometimes life's OK.
i ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh what did I say?
well you just laughed it off, it was all OK.
and we'll all float on OK. And we'll all float on OK.
and we'll all float on OK. And we'll all float on anyway.
well, a fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam.
it was worth it just to learn some sleight of hand.
bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands.
good news will work its way to all them plans.
and we'll all float on OK. yeah we all float on OK.
now don't you worry we'll all float on
--modest mouse, float on
ok, maybe i will whine about it, just a teensy little bit. domo arigato, mrs roboto! i can't wait to see what g'mental press releases will be like circa 2030.
i need a change of scene. the craziness of indonesia sounds very appealing-- i'm tired of being neat and organised. time to just let go and be my old chaotic, messed-up self, in the most chaotic, messed-up, insane place i can think of that i can afford on my budget.
oh well, i'm off in two days. tick tock.
i like songs about drifters - books about the same.
they both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
walked on off to another spot.
i still haven't got anywhere that i want.
did i want love? did i need to know?
why does it always feel like i'm caught in an undertow?
the moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
adding their breeze to the summer nights.
outside, water like air was great.
i didn't know what i had that day.
walk a little farther to another plan.
you said that you did, but you didn't understand.
i know that starting over is not what life's all about.
but my thoughts were so loud, i couldn't hear my mouth.
--modest mouse, horn intro/world at large
+ fictions&fires
9:52 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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