discipline

1. Moderation
2. Nutella
3. laundry :/
4. MEMORY !!!!!!!!!
5. tracks. today.
6. cleaning. finally.
7. nur EIN!!
8.

DISCIPLINE

9. filters
10. practice.

a blog i should have not posted.

1. I dropped my cookie in my coffee and it disintegrated.
2. I want a piece of cake and mexican coke for lunch, and probably vodka and ciggies too; but these are not healthy choices and will not improve my range or my carriage and demeanor. I think the Lunar Army are probably making Preemptive Strikes, because my moods are variable and Inconsistent. If you don’t like to hear about this, get off my blog.
3. that was squirchy, wasn’t it. Nothing I say is coming out right today. I sound like a bad transmission.
4. I’m behind on my work.
5. I’ll just get my things and go …. :/

who rules the school then..?

a friend of mine is having a fru-klunksy day. she writes and adores punctuation (she probably also likes Proper Capitalization, but that is neither-here-nor-there-zi-toad…#orizit …).
Anyway. This is a quick afternoon poem I jotted down on the Misbehaving Cylon McSmackbook for her.

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semicolon

because your day is bad…
you may forget to understand
(that)
words
go
everywhere your feet dance

..they leak from the furniture
-the calming of dilemmas
-magic potatoes
-page turns go quicker

….you gather loose ends.

i don’t think like this -

and i never will.

some people’s punctuation has wings.
some people’s stands still.

but yours carries thinking along,
seducing the parlance;

completing the marathon of a stand-still
if given merely half a chance.

Song Fu

Well. I am in Song Fu Six. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the tune either. But I think it’s growing on me. It’s been a hell of a week, I can tell you that much!

Afterward, I indulged myself a little bit. I stayed up here and just kind of … hung out. I thought that I’d try to maybe summon up some courage to come out of my shell even more about some of my .. stuff – and I almost did. But I think that submitting my Fu and sitting through the listening party and doing all that was quite enough adventure for one day.

there will be poems.

Apparently, I have the social skills of a wumpus. So I’m just going to speak in poetry and song lyrics (and maybe videos and perhaps some cover tunes and/or other projects if you are nice to me and okay about my clumsiness of word and speech in your universe of cruel numbers. Heartless!). Verse for now. Explanations later … if it is safe …

Now I have thirty minutes to get home and load my drum and get to the cafe. I’ve got good internet on me at all times though now. And I found my bad-ass mascara

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oh, and I realize that I have blown my RESOLUTION, and have not Blogged Every Day. Resolutions can SUCK IT!!!!!

Stockstill

I’m stuck hardcore. I am not sure what to do about it.

I got all weird after the thing on Monday. I’m not sure what to do about that.

I’m not recording anymore. I KNOW what to do about that.

There are several problems. All technical. I’m getting caught up in distractions. Other people are distracting me. Not the people around me or in my house. They’re fine. It’s the concept of other people. I’m setting myself up again. I don’t like the way I look on camera in comparison. It’s a metaphor, but it sticks. Maybe it’s hard to be a girl. Maybe I’m getting old.

I guess I don’t like the cold all that much.

busybusywrongwrong

I need to be better. I’m not eating, and I’m not sleeping. I need to get ON-IT!.

Apparently, it’s really not very motivating to have your entire psyche filleted by a physic vampire – but there you go.

I’m being really extreme here. I’m totally fine.

I just can’t seem to get it together. Song Fu opens up this week again. ACK! My studio is a SHAMBLES. There’s stuff on Brigit’s Flame to do. I’m not going to even bother to make links. All this means that I pretty much just need to get all this stuff together. Like I say I’m going to do but never really quite manage to complete.

Oh well, at least I have written my complete bio.

Better, then

I’m at Polvos waiting for my husband to show up. I’m nursing a large margarita. I’m calm and focused. I haven’t smoked a cigar in a while, but I’d like to. I don’t really give much of a rat’s about what anybody thinks of me.

It’s really too tight for me to be standing here with my large bag. I feel this is metaphorical, but in a good way

You know that feeling you get when YOU think they think you’re a stalker; but you feel like you’ve just started coming on too strong? Because you’re that co-ey of a friend?

I hate that word. Time to chill.