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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.


I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.


Insomniac gets some rest

Dr. Pepper and I
Originally uploaded by
Abstract Magdalene.

That's the breaking news. Well, I plan on getting rest. I woke up at 1 a.m. this morning and have been up since. It reminded me that I had to listen to a radio show that was featuring Craig on it, so that was kind of fun. Then I went out and bought some new pillows, and a big fluffly body pillow to curl around. And clean sheets that smell like they were dried on a clothes line. And sleep, blissful sleep. Maybe, tonight.

I also started painting the kitchen orange. Well, the colour is called 'Marigold Blossom'. It looks orange to me, but maybe it will go a bit yellow with the second coat. Either way, it looks warm in that room now. I'm interested to see what it will look like in the morning sunlight. I do get sick of the grey that people seem to think is sophisticated. Give me colour or go home, I say (to myself).

Buckley freaking out about the paint, but is being a good sport about not bothering me while I'm on my hands and knees concentrating on the old fashioned base boards that are 10 inches high. God, I love things that give an apartment character. The original wood mouldings in the house are great. The hardwood has those inlays that make me smile goofily when I notice them. And the stained glass front door. What more could I need?

Posted some photos on Flickr. There is one photo where I look like I've drowned. Hair floating in water. Ethereal would be a good adjective.

Ok. Bed time. I've sent a letter to the Twilight Singers and maybe they'll post their lyrics some place. I would like to know what the first few lines in The Lure Would Prove too Much, as well.
Nighty, beauties.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    Thursday, August 30, 2007 4:24:00 PM  

    Stone cold
    I think I’m taking you home
    So I can be broken too
    Just like you
    Sexy eyes and c’est la vie
    I’ll call you sometime when I’m blue... blue
    Say so I’m getting under your skin
    So soft I can’t help but pursue
    ‘Till I am screwed
    Some say everything’s fine
    But I can’t get any higher
    Come get this lightening rain all over me
    Come to, I forget all of it,
    Someone, I can’t remember at all, Still I fall

    Oh babe without any doubt
    There is one thing, I am nothing without it
    Oh babe surely you know I’ll never tell you

    Come back down
    Come back down
    Come…if you're done

    Oh babe without any doubt
    There is one thing, I am nothing without it
    Oh babe surely you know I’ll never tell you

    (voicemail chatter)

    Sunlight... (repeat)

    Sunlight… on me... me
    Shine on
    I can see clearly the light on
    Crashing me into the light
    You silent scream
    Scream top