substance

I've been watching a slew of peeps who are committing to writing daily. We all know since I have the force of many secret agents in my midst of smoke and mirrors as well as my inability to commit to anything other than over-volunteering, I'm not going to begin to commit to such a public decree.

Though, my "Still Alice," mind would love to be so exclusive.

BUT! Yes, butt.....I would like to go back to the place and time where I felt like this was my space.

My space where I could talk about any mundane or super-muy! importantante! crapola subject.

For Fuck's sake.

Mainly because of stream of conscious spewing is just that, spewing and comforting and very purging. I will tell you, when I spew it? I don't recall it.

It feels so good. and freeing.

So, I'm going to be old school and try to just say, Fuck it

All!

O'clock! and say what I want to say.

Satan be damned. Hypocrisy withstanding.

Microscopes and dissection, blah, blah, blah....  Because, really, I could say the sky is blue and you would then turn that statement into a black voodoo doll full of dastardly stick-pins, of which your imagination is whittling down to black magic of my making. Something I don't care to subscribe to by the way.

or want to be beat the shit out of my husband out of his shear existence and co-existence with the debil. or devil. or she-devil.

me.

but blame it on the alchoho.ho.ho.hol.

**not so veiled attempt to discuss my past year, but... whateves....**

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But first! Let me say, I/we have been playing Rock Band again!

WHeeee!!!!

The new incarnation!

It makes the baby Jesus so happy!

Just in case you are wondering who I look like while pounding away on the third set of replacement drums, here is a snippet of my prowess:

 

 

I'm Meg. Hear me ROAR!!! but better.

Since we are old and breathe old shit, The Pixies, rule our world.

For sooo many years.

So, tonight I revisit shit that makes us/me/the royal we, feel young and yet, very empowered?

 

You know, Fight Club?

Blog Club?

Where we don't speak of it but still try to be underground and participate?

with nary a breath?

Sidenote: I'm still waiting for Citibank to be blown up in some grand scheme so we don't have to pay the Evil Grand Lord, our kidneys and our good humor, and last vestiage of sound mind, when they jack that shit up because you had a disaster in the midst of life.

and mind? no such thing.

 

No matter what. We have always ended the past 'almost' seven years of Rockband with this song.

Rich is ALWAYS singing this tune, mainly because I force it to be so.

Not sure other than if you really dissect the song, you can discuss it amongst yourselves.

 According to other sources, the song means...."environmentalism. The song mainly deals with man's destruction of the ocean and "confusion of man's place in the universe". "On one hand, it's [the ocean] this big organic toilet. Things get flushed and repurified or decomposed and it's this big, dark, mysterious place."

or relationships and people. A big 'ol decomposed pile of repurified shit that never seems to organically deal with itself or recompose to a more viable source.

or simply,

a monkey on your back that lost it's ever loving, motherfucking mind.

 

 

Comments

[a]

I love your stream of consciousness! And who wouldn't sing that song? It's catchy! And probably the only Pixies song I would recognize...

[Teki]

Completely off topic question, on your calligraphy site there is a picture of the most adorable pair of green reading (I hope!) glasses. May I ask where you got them? As I am officially old as shit, my reading vision is awful. Always on the look out for non-gramma reading glasses. Ps saw the pixies a few times in the 90's. Always a good show. Doolittle defined so much of my early 20's. The EP version of Wave of Mutilation still gives me all the feels.