let's see - almost a month since my last post...? perhaps it's time. also, the G's need some squidtime.
[i am listening to my new favorite band as i write this: MASTODON, motherfuckers. this album is based entirely upon Melville's Moby Dick... you can't tell by reading this, but in between typing i am hailing satan.]
first of all, thank you all so much for my birthday kisses! made my whole fucking month, really. things which have made me happy lately include but are not limited to the fact that both of my parents and my sister called me on my birthday. it's the little things, am i right? thank you all again. digital love is real, damnit.
SO, here's what's been going on with me in brief: some of you may remember that i lost a very close friend a while back - well, he was also my psychiatrist. being that he was my friend, refused to charge me, and shared my feelings that SSRI's are irresponsibly over-prescribed and therefore supported me in getting off of them, i can truly say that he was the only psychiatrist i have ever trusted. after he died i decided that i was done with the field in general and began the slow and unusual process of weening myself off of the meds - which i have been on and off of, by the way, since before i even got sober - over a decade of this shit, basically. about two weeks ago i began to experience the first cloying pangs of withdrawal, and shit has gotten steadily weirder since then. i'm now completely free of the meds, but i am left with the rather uncomfortable sensation of being on a never-ending bad acid trip.
...this is why, dear friends, that you haven't seen or heard much from me lately... don't confuse my silence with indifference - i am as hopelessly in love with all of you as ever. ---and, yes, still a dork.
also, get this: i am told that these symptoms can last for up to three months!!! no wonder there is a provision in the Patriot Act that prevents lawsuit against pharmaceutical companies (fellow paranoiacs, trip out on THAT one for a minute...)
ANYWAY, how much do you love Prince? can we just talk about this for a moment? Shall we go back? let's go:
there IS joy in repetition, i think, is what i'm trying to say basically. either that or i'm just rock hard in a funky place. tick tick bang and shit.
...so, in place of the pretentious list of grindcore and jazz heavyweights that i first had here to try to impress you all with, let me simply pose this question: Prince - most underrated composer of the 20th century? please discuss...
ps. if i was your girlfriend would you let me kiss you there...?
what's YOUR favorite Prince tune?
...so, the worm as finally shown his teeth... Smithers! make me slap him! you call that a slap? make me slap YOU! now both. ...now just you again. now give me a taste! yes, excellent. now all three.
[i am listening to my new favorite band as i write this: MASTODON, motherfuckers. this album is based entirely upon Melville's Moby Dick... you can't tell by reading this, but in between typing i am hailing satan.]
first of all, thank you all so much for my birthday kisses! made my whole fucking month, really. things which have made me happy lately include but are not limited to the fact that both of my parents and my sister called me on my birthday. it's the little things, am i right? thank you all again. digital love is real, damnit.
SO, here's what's been going on with me in brief: some of you may remember that i lost a very close friend a while back - well, he was also my psychiatrist. being that he was my friend, refused to charge me, and shared my feelings that SSRI's are irresponsibly over-prescribed and therefore supported me in getting off of them, i can truly say that he was the only psychiatrist i have ever trusted. after he died i decided that i was done with the field in general and began the slow and unusual process of weening myself off of the meds - which i have been on and off of, by the way, since before i even got sober - over a decade of this shit, basically. about two weeks ago i began to experience the first cloying pangs of withdrawal, and shit has gotten steadily weirder since then. i'm now completely free of the meds, but i am left with the rather uncomfortable sensation of being on a never-ending bad acid trip.
...this is why, dear friends, that you haven't seen or heard much from me lately... don't confuse my silence with indifference - i am as hopelessly in love with all of you as ever. ---and, yes, still a dork.
also, get this: i am told that these symptoms can last for up to three months!!! no wonder there is a provision in the Patriot Act that prevents lawsuit against pharmaceutical companies (fellow paranoiacs, trip out on THAT one for a minute...)
ANYWAY, how much do you love Prince? can we just talk about this for a moment? Shall we go back? let's go:
there IS joy in repetition, i think, is what i'm trying to say basically. either that or i'm just rock hard in a funky place. tick tick bang and shit.
...so, in place of the pretentious list of grindcore and jazz heavyweights that i first had here to try to impress you all with, let me simply pose this question: Prince - most underrated composer of the 20th century? please discuss...
ps. if i was your girlfriend would you let me kiss you there...?
what's YOUR favorite Prince tune?
...so, the worm as finally shown his teeth... Smithers! make me slap him! you call that a slap? make me slap YOU! now both. ...now just you again. now give me a taste! yes, excellent. now all three.
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Joanna Newsom is singing to me. Me.
Fav Prince song: When You Were Mine