mid-day musings.


amid mid-day listenings:
grails - doomsdayer's holiday
gojira - the way of all flesh
nirvana - bleach
nails - unsilent death


contentment
watching snow fall
from a familiar watering hole window
and from the door,
pile up
while beer slides down
i've peered through these
panes of glass
something like
eight-hundred days out of
the past
nine-hundred and twelve..
point five.
give or take.


(apathy towards dates and new years)


tis the season for soups in bake shops, coffee shops, delis, and the like all up and down my little old town, one mile, one street neighborhood here in pittsburgh.
and soups, i am certainly not apathetic towards.
nor to the couple of miles of street stretching in either direction from my abode.
its one of the most charming places for afternoon wanderings.
never too many steps without a cat asleep in a store window.
miles of graves spun with endless trees,
flawless in any weather,
even capable of being lost in..
always nice, close to home,
if you like uncertainty and such things

i suppose i have a grand affection for this town.
it will be sad to leave and leaving is in the future
but leaving
i also have a grand affection for
so, we shall see.



i've been working in downtown pittsburgh for years now
it is hell for wind in the winter, the way it whips through the buildings.
i want to buy one thousand tiny scarves and bundle up every cold pigeon that i see.


in addition to being a hermit i have gone out and done some things
me and the boy went home virginia for a few days for the holidays
ate cookies, had family time
had late, drunk nights with old friends time
got to check-in to my favorite sleazy motel
last week i checked out the dangerous curves ahead burlesque show at the rex theatre here
pretty nifty, tits and ass. beer. personality.
also caught some killer local bands: heartless and code orange kids as well as a pretty sick band, death rats from d.c.
getting really nineties and going to see the lemonheads next week? thinking about it.




'the individual is lost in the destiny of the species and the eternal movement of the spheres..the primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same seashore..the delicate equilibrium between humanity and nature, man's consent to the world, which gives ancient thought it's distinction and its refulgence, was first shattered for the benefit of history by christianity'
-albert camus

tis the season to be jolly that all signs reading "happy birthday, jesus" are or will soon be removed.
lie to your children about santa, not jesus.




all of my lightbulbs are burnt out however i am without ladder and cannot even reach them standing on a chair. in addition, all of my candles have burned down to the nubs.


i'm off of work until thursday.
santa got me a membership to the amazing aviary we have here
i plan to spend a good chunk of tomorrow with the birds
until then i plan to be naked
light up some good greens
do yoga
and read my night away
by flashlight.









live well, my love biscuits.
i hope your wintery days are sweet until we meet again.


<3 Rexx