I've been sloooowly working on a novel. It's not easy being a poet/lyricist. More than 2 pages is like, "How the fuck...?" lol Anywhore, this is the poem I'm going to use to open the novel:
Never Expire
By: L. B. Carter
(March 12, 2006)
Birth is to Lived
as Water is to Oil.
Lifes repetition
sets us to rot, to spoil.
Mothers milk feeds
the ignorant offspring.
She clicks tongue during shame;
she watches the bee sting.
The World is apathetic.
The World sets us free.
But The World enslaves the souls
of great seekers-to-be.
Yet, to challenge all of this,
to throw flame on the fire,
is to give birth to The World-
is to never expire.
Copyright2006 L.B. Carter
Life lately, has been, confusing at best (and utter shit at worst). My health is waning, and I feel this need to get done all I can. It's weird, because you're not afraid. You just want to get stuff done. And you don't wonder if you're gonna die, you just silently know. I don't think it's soon-soon, just that I'm 26 and would like to do a lot that will take a few years and a few years time isn't much. If I could get healthy I would feel a lot less pressed for time, but it doesn't seem to be in the cards lately, when my head is never silent and family members don't make it easier.
More positive stuff though. I've had 3 more publishings and an offer from a company I can't name but it rhymes with "tandum mouse". *big obvious wink* This is their second time contacting me. My editor is against it, but I think he feels a bit... possessive of his writers. He only takes on three of us himself and has other people handle the rest. But he's not paying my bills, so I'm very tempted. I may contact them and ask how long I can have, and then hand them the novel upon completion if they will give me 9 or so months.
In Other News I FINALLY got my flared plugs in.
I want to get some thick, carved-detailed loops to put through them but can't find any online that I really like (though links to suggestions are all-too welcome).
And I wore this corset out last night. J was out with the band we used to sing with and I had to get it on by myself. It was a workout.
Never Expire
By: L. B. Carter
(March 12, 2006)
Birth is to Lived
as Water is to Oil.
Lifes repetition
sets us to rot, to spoil.
Mothers milk feeds
the ignorant offspring.
She clicks tongue during shame;
she watches the bee sting.
The World is apathetic.
The World sets us free.
But The World enslaves the souls
of great seekers-to-be.
Yet, to challenge all of this,
to throw flame on the fire,
is to give birth to The World-
is to never expire.
Copyright2006 L.B. Carter
Life lately, has been, confusing at best (and utter shit at worst). My health is waning, and I feel this need to get done all I can. It's weird, because you're not afraid. You just want to get stuff done. And you don't wonder if you're gonna die, you just silently know. I don't think it's soon-soon, just that I'm 26 and would like to do a lot that will take a few years and a few years time isn't much. If I could get healthy I would feel a lot less pressed for time, but it doesn't seem to be in the cards lately, when my head is never silent and family members don't make it easier.
More positive stuff though. I've had 3 more publishings and an offer from a company I can't name but it rhymes with "tandum mouse". *big obvious wink* This is their second time contacting me. My editor is against it, but I think he feels a bit... possessive of his writers. He only takes on three of us himself and has other people handle the rest. But he's not paying my bills, so I'm very tempted. I may contact them and ask how long I can have, and then hand them the novel upon completion if they will give me 9 or so months.
In Other News I FINALLY got my flared plugs in.
I want to get some thick, carved-detailed loops to put through them but can't find any online that I really like (though links to suggestions are all-too welcome).
And I wore this corset out last night. J was out with the band we used to sing with and I had to get it on by myself. It was a workout.
ael:
oooh, ears look goood!