I seem to be on a hiatus from life at the moment...and I like it.
I've decided not to consume any alcohol until the beginning of June. Simply for health reasons. I'm starting to realize how wine has essentially replaced all fluids in my daily existence, and that is slightly incongruent to vibrant health.
As for the beginning of June...someone is getting a visit from me. He is building me a track bike as we speak! I like this person. He puts feathers in his beard and we speak our own language. I cannot wait.
My younger brother has recently been admitted to the psych ward at the hospital. He was having a nervous breakdown. I think he's been depressed for some time now and not acknowledging it, instead self-medicating with drugs and alcohol. He finally just snapped. Poor little guy...I hate seeing him like this. He'll probably get out tomorrow, and I'm gonna stay with him for a week or so to help him eat and get him out of the house and stuff. He's going to be just fine...I'm glad he's finally getting some help.
I started a blog to help keep me motivated to keep writing: poetics and diuretics.
I've started a new tattoo.....and it's gigantic. Along my side from my upper ribs to to mid-thigh. My tattooist worked on me as I was naked, drunk, sweating and cursing. It was the most intensely painful of any tattooing I've ever undergone (a lot). At some points I was like, "What was I thinking?" ...then resignation takes over and all one can mutter through amateurish attempts at Zen breathing is "Bring it. Just bring it".
Such a metaphor for life, is it not?
I'll have pictures when it's finished.
I've decided not to consume any alcohol until the beginning of June. Simply for health reasons. I'm starting to realize how wine has essentially replaced all fluids in my daily existence, and that is slightly incongruent to vibrant health.
As for the beginning of June...someone is getting a visit from me. He is building me a track bike as we speak! I like this person. He puts feathers in his beard and we speak our own language. I cannot wait.
My younger brother has recently been admitted to the psych ward at the hospital. He was having a nervous breakdown. I think he's been depressed for some time now and not acknowledging it, instead self-medicating with drugs and alcohol. He finally just snapped. Poor little guy...I hate seeing him like this. He'll probably get out tomorrow, and I'm gonna stay with him for a week or so to help him eat and get him out of the house and stuff. He's going to be just fine...I'm glad he's finally getting some help.
I started a blog to help keep me motivated to keep writing: poetics and diuretics.
I've started a new tattoo.....and it's gigantic. Along my side from my upper ribs to to mid-thigh. My tattooist worked on me as I was naked, drunk, sweating and cursing. It was the most intensely painful of any tattooing I've ever undergone (a lot). At some points I was like, "What was I thinking?" ...then resignation takes over and all one can mutter through amateurish attempts at Zen breathing is "Bring it. Just bring it".
Such a metaphor for life, is it not?
I'll have pictures when it's finished.
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I dare say you haven't had much practice, said the Queen. When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.