i'd write every single one out.
each on its own slip of paper.
stack them in a pile,
strike a match,
and light them on fire
if i thought that kind of
voodoo hokum
had any chance of working.
but those aren't the
offerings You want.
it's just another pile
of ashes to add
to the golem.
you can call me asher.
Aimlessly checking social media in the middle of the night when you can't sleep is not a good idea. You're bound to wander.
Right to where your mind's been stuck.
Blogging is a bad idea too, I suppose.
I wanna listed to the voxer highlights.
I wanna sleep.
I'm guessing I won't be doing either of these tonight.
Can You at least give me my apathy back?
Please.
I like when lyrics that are about something completely different end up meaning something specific to me. One of the great things about art in general. Unintended meaning can emerge from out of nowhere and slap you in the face.
"You better find a way. You better do it soon. It's like the middle of May and you've only got til June. And if I'm forced to watch you touch the torch to that spoon even one more time, I swear to God I'm gonna implode"
from "They're All Gonna Laugh At You" by Atmosphere
I didn't write down where the quotes were (and you're happy about it)
This book I just started today is probably gonna kill me. But not enough to make me stop reading it. Not at all.
Maybe sometimes God talks to me through literary fiction. Cause I'm not paying attention elsewhere.
Like, "Hey, does this sound familiar? Yeah... Now do all the stuff you're telling the characters in the book to do, you idiot."
It's a pretty narcissistic thought. But, hey.
