how to dig yourself out of a hole ?
seems to be a fucking misnomer
trip fall crawl scurry fling scamper leap
into maybe
but fuck this digging out shit
however i did just this
fingernails and teeth and a sharpened pencil
or rather a black mouse and a pen and paper
now i stare at said hole
sniggerlike
it only comes up to my toes anyway
squirmmer
limited and shallow hole of self imposed woes
still no time for complacency as bigger holes are always around
hunting me with hounds and bugles
"The tree outside the window taps very gently on the pane.... I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle. I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts. To steady myself, let me catch hold of the first idea that passes.... Shakespeare.... Well, he will do as well as another. A man who sat himself solidly in an arm-chair, and looked into the fire, soA shower of ideas fell perpetually from some very high Heaven down through his mind. He leant his forehead on his hand, and people, looking in through the open door,for this scene is supposed to take place on a summer's eveningBut how dull this is, this historical fiction! It doesn't interest me at all. I wish I could hit upon a pleasant track of thought, a track indirectly reflecting credit upon myself, for those are the pleasantest thoughts, and very frequent even in the minds of modest mouse-coloured people, who believe genuinely that they dislike to hear their own praises. "
miss wolfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
im going to start guilding now
morphing into a true medieval though i need a cause
& maybe something strong
a trebuchet ?
a Cataphract ?
another hole ?
seems to be a fucking misnomer
trip fall crawl scurry fling scamper leap
into maybe
but fuck this digging out shit
however i did just this
fingernails and teeth and a sharpened pencil
or rather a black mouse and a pen and paper
now i stare at said hole
sniggerlike
it only comes up to my toes anyway
squirmmer
limited and shallow hole of self imposed woes
still no time for complacency as bigger holes are always around
hunting me with hounds and bugles
"The tree outside the window taps very gently on the pane.... I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle. I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts. To steady myself, let me catch hold of the first idea that passes.... Shakespeare.... Well, he will do as well as another. A man who sat himself solidly in an arm-chair, and looked into the fire, soA shower of ideas fell perpetually from some very high Heaven down through his mind. He leant his forehead on his hand, and people, looking in through the open door,for this scene is supposed to take place on a summer's eveningBut how dull this is, this historical fiction! It doesn't interest me at all. I wish I could hit upon a pleasant track of thought, a track indirectly reflecting credit upon myself, for those are the pleasantest thoughts, and very frequent even in the minds of modest mouse-coloured people, who believe genuinely that they dislike to hear their own praises. "
miss wolfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
im going to start guilding now
morphing into a true medieval though i need a cause
& maybe something strong
a trebuchet ?
a Cataphract ?
another hole ?
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steven:
An oubliette. Great place to write one's thoughts.
loretta:
hmmm yeah, maybe I should. But I like icecream loads better!