Thursday, March 5, 2009

almost warm

morning:
I spend my time propagating succulents and reading non-fiction. this is in some ways meant to replace/offset my habit of cultivating innuendo (the title of my future autobiography, and a pastime which, while fun, hasn't tended to / doesn't always work out so well for me)

afternoon:
I will hold it together from the bottom
unseen

evening:
it's about the joy of dancing...
in the face of all that is ugly and dark
(that's the part she neglected to say out loud)
"Music allows us to avoid the abyss of unbearable anxiety." Zizek, Pervert 1:37