i… don’t really have anything to say. this is a forced writing. i don’t want to fall off again so sometimes you just need to keep the ball rolling. so yeah. that’s it. nothing really to say.
quiet randomly i have ended up with a turkey dinner today. on american thanksgiving. so happy thanksgiving to all my american friends.
so. so what. what now. now is the time. time is slipping away. away from here. here is all there is. is it over. over the top. top down view. view to a kill. killing time and killing hope.
Twitter… cause the world really needs more of my random junk on the internet.
the grey is here. you can romanticize it. you can curse it. you can move away from it. you can embrace it. but it’s still just the grey. and it’s not leaving for a couple months. a good time to slip into the twilight. you don’t notice it as much if you’re only awake when the sun is down. in some causes it brightens up the night.
you know what’s nice? listening to good music, dancing with your cat and making a nice dinner.
it’s a puzzle. with big unwieldily pieces. spread out in a confusion. and if you thought you knew what i was talking about you’re probably wrong.
inbetween the lines. it’s still all there. where would be. it’s just…( ) that blankness that can’t be expressed here. that undefinableness. the blank square. to be filled in later. repeatably in different ways. and it all jumbles together. one line distinct from the next. no conections. putting the meaning inbetween the lines. in the blank spaces. because it isn’t the place for clearity. as long as i know the spaces. and the blank spots. and the vague connections. it’s all ok.
so it’s about to be the start of a new week. and i have no reason to get up in the morning. that’s not ment in a depressed way. i just have no set schedule. no deadlines. it’s all just when ever right now. which is good cause i’m not getting anything done now with a cat sleeping on my lap.
i have reached the bad stage. of unpacking. i’ve powered through at a good rate to be in a live-able state. but still a mess. and mass disorganization. but it’s the point at which i start to loss steam. the computers hooked up. i can play some video games. i can find my clothes and nothing is piled on my bed. so this is the hard point to get the last chunk done.