Gas tank is always emptily afloat, & never quite collapsing. Clock ticks to the beat of a repetitive occasion - same time, same place. Stereo & girl sings consistent sad, lonely ballad. Temperatures revolt & bend & collapse & drain. I am an ugly, ugly interior. Redecorate my disaster and paint me little pink pictures. Doesn't anyone get sick of hearing this sad lonely ballad...
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ininkplease:
Yea its realy wierd but its like the only book I can read over and over again. I havent read it in a long time ethier. I keep giving away my copy - cause in the book its like if you want to share something you give them yours. So I dont know if I even have one in my possesion.
This it how it begins - increasingly & un-inspired & shamefully stimulated. Same prose, different metaphor. The world is a sprint & I'm wedged between moments of initiation & suspension. Like the way a song hits you and beats your heart exposed, while I'm trapped on chord one. Amputate this vacant, expressionless gap. Tiny crumbs dance, echo, dance, echo tediously against this feeble minded culture....
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rpg:
update: they DID play Paint it Black tonight. 
rpg:
There's rumour they will be back next year! Save your money!!! Just in case!!! I wish I went to both concerts as well!!!
I have to check the release to see what my restrictions are on showing the pics.
I have to check the release to see what my restrictions are on showing the pics.
When it rains it really does gush - I loathe it at best & it's a gloomy, miserable clich; another dull re-run stuck, recoiled, & set off again.
I miss these inspired moments alone - a clean slate of paper, a mix of sloppy letters strategically placed & a broken, bending heart. It only happens when I'm severing this tired, ragged rope.
I miss these inspired moments alone - a clean slate of paper, a mix of sloppy letters strategically placed & a broken, bending heart. It only happens when I'm severing this tired, ragged rope.
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rpg:
yeah, B.C. is expensive, even the little hippy towns. and the island is particularily expensive. I have a friend who just sold his house in Regina (for $150K) and bought a house in Coutrney (an hour north of Nanaimo), for $350K....it's a "fixer uppper")...he's going to run it as a B&B.
How do you find the smaller town life? I once had a friend who lived near a small town outside of Saskatoon (Dalmeny?), but she didn't like it. I think it was too religious or something like that.
How do you find the smaller town life? I once had a friend who lived near a small town outside of Saskatoon (Dalmeny?), but she didn't like it. I think it was too religious or something like that.
starlove:
hello
i've always found that the best place for correlation is a vacant highway on a rainy day while a somber song propels retrospection. so i frequently pull over to scribble down all the things i could only conjure up through metaphors & imagery, because there is no other way [for me].
only this time i had left nothing to spew & the rain wouldn't stop.
only this time i had left nothing to spew & the rain wouldn't stop.
chazgasm:
that was way to well worded
emptyharbour:
I am stricken with a similar condition; the only variance is I never manage to stop and write my thoughts down. I have driven literally hundreds of miles, chasing ideas around inside my head. And there always seems to be a perfect song, for each and every mile I scraped across.
I realized some time ago that in recent years, I've been doing the rainfall-night-drive with increased frequency. I thought maybe I was losing it, maybe I was actually going crazy... then I realized I had simply moved to a place where it rains a lot more often, and I've been nuts all along.
I realized some time ago that in recent years, I've been doing the rainfall-night-drive with increased frequency. I thought maybe I was losing it, maybe I was actually going crazy... then I realized I had simply moved to a place where it rains a lot more often, and I've been nuts all along.
i woke up at 4 a.m. this morning because i don't know how to brace sleep for very long anymore. i feel so lethargic, overwhelmed, anxious, exhilerated, scared & i don't know how to wrap it all into one small metaphor, except to say for the first time in my fucking life i realize we can all go home composed.
there's something about the scent...
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emptyharbour:
Here in Victoria, winter comes with thick fog and endless grey skies. Though I miss the snow, sometimes, I've learned to love this monochromatic season and its muted mornings more than any other I've known. But then again...midnight during the dead of winter in Saskatchewan has a certain magic all its own. Hmm...
Thanks for the friend add.
Thanks for the friend add.
chazgasm:
hi new friend! im from buffalo ny so i know all about snow and i love the stuff, mmm cant wait for snowboarding
I woke up this morning & it felt like a snowy winter morning just the way I like my seasons. I haven't been sleeping much lately between the 3 a.m. bathroom breaks and all these ghostly dreams. I loathe this place more and more by every passing moment. I'm starting to count the months/week/days - 4 months down, 5 to go! I've wasted my entire...
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