Strange faith

I would sleep if my body and mind weren't in so damn much opposition. but the mind stays noisy, filled with stories and ideas that refuse to reveal themselves to my hands. They do not like to play unless there is a timeline, a deadline...the pressure makes them more lively.

Went to Corky's tonight to meet up with skeletonking for some skaraoke. It was funny too...I had this gut-sensation she wouldn't be there. I even brought a notebook, just in case. And she wasn't. I need to learn to follow my intuition I think.

I did see her friend John, and mistook him for her husband in my sleepy, stressed out-blurry vision. I said something of knowing him from way back. He said that he'd only known skeletonking for a brief time.

I felt silly, to say the least.

Eventually she called him, and he was gone.
I was alone in a room full of people.

Until the Tom-boi spoke. He was silly too. Li'l raver boi, wigglin' his hips to-and-fro with his li'l raver goil...they were cute together. He was an attention ho, though, and was floatng more feathers than he should have been for a taken boi.

He all but fit into my Nimrod category, but then he shut up and listened for a few minutes. And then I listened, and his goil was thrilled to find out I *heart* Auntie Mame and actually own The Dark Crystal.

Again, I am fascinated by that which stirs the human spirit.

Eventually I sang a single crappy song...my voice is tired, my body spent from working OT this week and dealing with the noisy-headed downs i have been struggling with.

I want to draw, to paint, to write...it's that cycle, which means I am probably good for some lyrics as well. Any musicians want me to write lyrics for 'em? I'll even sing 'em for you! LOL

I am SOOO going to start calling the shit out of Zoe tomorrow. I need to get in touch with Busher like, YESTERDAY.

And the Sandman books have been great returning to. There were reasons, yes...reasons haunting and strange...but they existed somewhere, and I am sucked into Sandman again. I want a few of Poppy Z. Brite's new works, but I haven't got the dough really.

I have nothing very important to say. Just my head twisting and turning.

I saw my body as a ribbon in the wind tonight.
And a dark-skinned man sang about his wanderin' ways
I felt his blues
Told an old man to dye his hair if it would make him young again
It makes me feel like I have some control when i do

Tomorrow bright and early for a Plain Feeler
Wanna know if the 7:45 at Cinemark is sold out.
If so...I have been a fool to not accept theshadowsfall's invite the other day to see Episode II.... There was a line halfway around the building tonight when I drove by. I don't think I would ever do that for a movie. Got to Chris's Warped Records pretty early once for Dead Can Dance tix, but I was like the 4th person. And a show is different than a movie. If i cannot make it to that showing, maybe I will just go haunt the Detroit cinema and see A Beautiful Mind instead.

I have no clue what I am doing here.
I want a tattoo, damn it.
ink ink ink ink

snooze.

This was amusing...thank you sharpshinyclaws

Congratulations on being the creator of a new
Evil Plan (tm)!

Your objective is simple: Soul Accumulation.

Your motive is a little bit more complex: Madness

Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first expose a chosen one. This will cause the world to slaughter a sacred calf to appease the gods, baffled by your arrival. Who is this unholy menace? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in a corporate suit?


Stage Two
Next, you must seize control of that Opera House in Sydney. This will all be done from a haunted woods, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will fall into catatonic trances, as countless hordes of evil clowns hasten to do your every bidding.


Stage Three
Finally, you must reveal to the world your plague of doom, bringing about nightmares for every man, woman and child. Your name shall become synonymous with fuzzy bunnies, and no man will ever again dare sabotage your music career. Everyone will bow before your extraordinary charisma, and the world will have no choice but to pray to you for enlightenment.

http://www.darksites.com/evilplan

HOLY SHIT

I think I figured out what has been bugging me.

I find it amazing how the body can get all worked up and never nudge the mind very directly, all the while causing damage to it.

fuck.

The Hessler Street Fair is this weekend.
I wanted to go in Andrea's memory...I didn't make it last year, when she invited me to go with her and her brother.

I will explain more later. I have shtuff to do.

Sick of Sad

I went out to get the tix for the 7:45 show of Episode II..., so that I might join all my friends on their journey this evening. Cinemark had the sign up with the times written on it...I was hopeful. I wait in line for not so long, and then am let down - it has been sold out.

I should have known.

Spent the remainder of the day (thus far) shopping for garb. I have a wedding going on this weekend (Saturday) that is medieval attire only, and with that...I have some garb, but it is make-shift, and not at all appropriate for a wedding-event. There will be a battle, a feast...many people to meet and converse with as Ci`aran McCleavage, the Dark Siren of House Dunn Phalin. I hope she comes out well on Saturday...God knows i could use the escapism right now.

At any rate, this has been fruitless as well, although I did get some good tips on e-mail just now. I will be out again soon.

I had plans to do things here in Jawndomay, but there are more pressing interests going on, so I will wait.

Maybe I will visit Andrea's grave Saturday after the wedding.
That'll be funny...going to a cemetary in garb...almost sickeningly goth-spooky. :::HORF!:::

I think I need to meditate or something...anything to settle down for a minute. I should have gone to Synergy today instead of wasted my time and energy on the Cinemark-exposition. Oh well...lessons learned or something.

Anyone wanna go garb hunting with me?

OH!!! sharpshinyclaws ...when is that drum circle thingy you go to? Even if I no longer have a drum, the sounds alone would be soothing right now.

And also...zeldachik & tylorael - are you two really going to Burning Man this summer? If so, would you be interested at all in having a Siren along to sing you lullabies at night?

*SIGH!*

TMI

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