I just re-read Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy in preparation for what will undoubtedly be a massacre of a motion picture.
I also can't sleep.
I have a hot water bottle nestled under my quilts, making the bed toasty for me when I return. It's rubber and pink and looks like a legless baby pig. I call it The Pig.
I really want to get out of town, just for a little bit. I love it here but it's so small and everything is unceasingly the same, forever. I wish something crazy would happen so I could get excited about it.
I have a strange and gorgeous hand-built brick fireplace, but the chimney is broken and my landlord, or lack thereof, doesn't have the means to fix it.
I feel sort of gloomy. It's so silent here. All there is is the computer's hum and the ticking wall clock.
Ooh, I know, a depressing poem! I'll spoiler it because it's long.
Aubade, by Phillip Larkin:
I also can't sleep.
I have a hot water bottle nestled under my quilts, making the bed toasty for me when I return. It's rubber and pink and looks like a legless baby pig. I call it The Pig.
I really want to get out of town, just for a little bit. I love it here but it's so small and everything is unceasingly the same, forever. I wish something crazy would happen so I could get excited about it.
I have a strange and gorgeous hand-built brick fireplace, but the chimney is broken and my landlord, or lack thereof, doesn't have the means to fix it.
I feel sort of gloomy. It's so silent here. All there is is the computer's hum and the ticking wall clock.
Ooh, I know, a depressing poem! I'll spoiler it because it's long.
Aubade, by Phillip Larkin:
...nothing to think with/ Nothing to love or link with
Yeah, chew on that! Then go die from a big dose of Sad.
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i am so nervous about the move, i feel like they are gonna bastardize it and then i can never talk about it agian without someone saying "oh yeah i thought that movie was pretty sic"
also i want to join gadget and you in nude jumping and harvest moon
i say be sad. its not wrong to be sad. its not bad. selfish, irresponsible or thick headed.
its fine. its life! i means its part of life. it comes it goes - like joy. like love. like the weather. i know a guy who was sad for 7 years.
the guy who owns the old farm house i have a back room in, he said the other day, ...
that his wife is suing him blah blah, has gotten the court to put this house on the auction block, so i may be out on street soon, but , anyway, he goes: what do i have to leave behind in the world? lamenting jeesus, im thinking to myself. he owns a fucking HOUSE , i mean even if he looses it, what a pile of cash. me i have jack shit. so i told him what the zen monks say to that, that we should leave this world like a good bon fire, nothing left over but a pinch of ash. i mean nothing. whats a sadness, a joy? you spring chickens, dance!!! dance your sorrows, your fears. dance your life, your death. dance your gadget's nudity and your harvest moon!!!!!!!!!