On Timing & Off-Timing
Nov. 24th, 2007 02:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mlerulesAnd Oft Timing. Now and again this happens. Time shifts. I have my own dance, cut my own patterns, follow my own visions, groove to my own tube. Manilow, B. resides right next to Manson, M.
Mini-epiphany time. Not going to elucidate further here. I am right here in the now while simultaneously inhabiting both the past and the future. It's all tied together, woven into my DNA, 'cept dammit - I Write The Songs, I compose the lines to speak. Yes. I AM quoting, then paraphrasing Barry. What of it, punk?
Am I feeling better? Don't know whether I'm far better or far worse. Have lost ability to judge. Messing w/sleep does interesting things to me. I wax philosophic...as interest wanes...whatever...
Feeling more human again. *PHEW* Taking it easy.
Would like to go visit Powell River on the Sunshine Coast sometime this next year. That's where non-LJ J&L're headed next, moving in fact.
I feel like a stepping stone. It also feels as if I've stepped on one and it's moving, flying across the sky of time/bridge of sighs like flowers in the rain, like moonbeams carried home in a jar, like suchlike. I float. I flit. I sit. I do not knit.
I smile. Broadly. Incessantly. Pleasantly. Now and again it shifts and I grin. Life is good.
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New Clive Barker: Horror Fans Rejoice
Mini-epiphany time. Not going to elucidate further here. I am right here in the now while simultaneously inhabiting both the past and the future. It's all tied together, woven into my DNA, 'cept dammit - I Write The Songs, I compose the lines to speak. Yes. I AM quoting, then paraphrasing Barry. What of it, punk?
Am I feeling better? Don't know whether I'm far better or far worse. Have lost ability to judge. Messing w/sleep does interesting things to me. I wax philosophic...as interest wanes...whatever...
Feeling more human again. *PHEW* Taking it easy.
Would like to go visit Powell River on the Sunshine Coast sometime this next year. That's where non-LJ J&L're headed next, moving in fact.
I feel like a stepping stone. It also feels as if I've stepped on one and it's moving, flying across the sky of time/bridge of sighs like flowers in the rain, like moonbeams carried home in a jar, like suchlike. I float. I flit. I sit. I do not knit.
I smile. Broadly. Incessantly. Pleasantly. Now and again it shifts and I grin. Life is good.
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New Clive Barker: Horror Fans Rejoice
