Tag: November

2018

Well another year has come and another year has gone. I could entice you with mundane details of this thing i call life. Or a top 40 list of things this year that pissed me off or made me feel bliss.

I’m not going there. I’m too amused by the fact my neighbor keeps pacing post crescendo. They seem to have various issues with trip hop, dubstep and goth. The flavors of the night.

Everything around me is gray and i could not be more delighted. Sure my bathroom looks like Cookie Monster blew a thousand loads in it (bathbomb incident). The kitchen is red because I almost cooked it but instead i had a war with a large strawberry.

And I sit here in all white. At this exact moment, i could be a Mormon or Madonna in the Like A Virgin video. My penis will decide which one i am later.

The woods are oh so quiet. Just a few turkeys gobble rejoicing November is over.

There was a train of thought. I lost it to Yemaya. On her altar of blue. I smell the bad boys lurking. They hide three octaves from my face.

We fade. As the incubus lays me down with a final kiss. I see your jealous reflection in the mirror. A worthwhile blog no more.

By SpaceDog 

November’s Embrace

I am so blah. I don’t really know how to describe it. I suppose me feeling this way when November rolls around is turning into sort of a trend.

But no this time is different because I am trying to escape the disfunction. And that is all I find. My energy levels are so freaking sapped. It is like everything I put into a thought remains just as that, just as a thought. Suspended in time. Not fullfilled, but so far from being broken. Just captured.

So I sit here trying to recapture some of the energy. It comes in a song, it comes in a whisper from others but is not internal. I lost it in the wind, have lost it in the wind.

Maybe all I need is some good drugs. I sleep only seldom and am in this fog all the time. Not the place where I want to be. I would rather live in pandemonium then this constant fog. I cannot feel in the fog. It is a dangerous place to be.

Once long ago I was entirely too concerned about others giving up on me. Now this curse lingering within me is making me want to give up on myself. At least I keep them busy in the ER between Halloween and Thanksgiving.

By SpaceDog