Wednesday, August 22, 2007 |
love, love water.
sweetness.
time to sleep now.
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.
I really dig that last post. Like water from my fingers sometimes, it just flows.
In any event, still mired in non-computer land. How did this happen?? I can only say that I am but one consumer of a very large, large computer business. Should this thing go decidedly South, expect a blistering report of everything gone wrong.
Got to go, Buckley is barking at the swing set.
how quickly it turns. One week I'm up, writing, working and feeling not to bad. The next, it's a slippery slope to the dark waters I used to swim in on a regular basis.
I don't know where the flashlight is right now. Too tired to make assumptions about friends leaving me in the lurch, and trying to remind myself of who loves me. Or likes, at the very least.
It's a very short list.
Later.
Dear Chicago,
sleepful nights in a new place, my sheets are the same. A cracked lightbulb and cool evenings spent on the roof like 3rd Rock From The Sun. I feel like rainbow coloured paint inside my head when I'm trying to write, but the cigarette smoke tastes better than it ever has before.
Hewlitt Packard has my laptop hostage so I make sojourns to welcoming internet spots on my way to other more important places like the coffee store.
Listening to Matthew Good's new album is sharp like jagged edges but feels so good at the same time. In a none-hurting kind of way.
Go to go now.
Love,
Gish
Labels: bipolar, blue pills, coffee, cover songs, Daniel Johnston, Matthew Good, we all lose in the end, work, writing