mephausto

i have very, very pink shoulders now. and i love having pink shoulders.

i'm on my porch, the sun is nearly down leaving the sky a darkening blue, and the various noises of my neighbors are counteracted by the TooL and NIN coming from the stereo in my living room. "...I'm a hunter and a fisherman, trying to remember but it makes me dizzy..." somehow I've resurfaced and sit in a small section of calm once again, having shed the weights that previously afflicted me, ready to be up and running again but not quite there, though there is much to be done within the next few months. the wind is still, the highway sounds seem subdued tonight, and no sirens are active at this hour. this is a momentary chance to inhale before the next flurry of action begins. soon the windchimes will sound again, the emergencies will bring forth those able to confront them, and the sunlight will heat the day and bring forth the uncomfortable, sweaty masses to the streets and into conflict once again.

but enough horseshit verse. for now time is slow and my main concern for the coming day is making pie crust, though my mind is constantly concerned with the frivolty of where ideals fit in the workings of the world around me. "...wide awake and... keeping distance from my soul..." if you don't think it will matter in the end, then there's just no reason not to. i do my best to remember that, and push forward.

well, I'm either going to shoot some photos here, or play some video games. I have yet to decide.

ps in the wild, they call me poops-like-dog.