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[correctiveshoes621]

Just one of those nights, again.



Not sure if I want to write some nonsense..Or just chill with some 'Pol on the headphones while Mah Jongg-ing-ing..Or go spelunking down the shadowy halls of..esoteric knowledge; shall we say..

I'm sure there are a million things that I ought to be doing, but..it's liEk, nine at night, here, already - or, very nearly - and I just finished my (*snort*) workout, etc. Just want to sit here with my coffee and exist, for awhile..and get pleasantly altered.

And I know, I'm supposed to be drawing. I know this, distantnoises; but, half of me fears I have lost what edge I *had* - in that area - what inspiration (long, boring story, trust me) - and, half of me is just plain lazy.

Gone, gone, gone. I never ever imagined that The Blank Page could hold fear.

Oh, what drahmah..what excuses, excuses. Whine, whine, whine.

'See how they run..'

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Oh. That poor ugly sofa was gone when I went past there again.

*wonders at its fate*

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First day of Spring?

It had the nerve to flurry. My poor hyacinths are going to just say, 'Screw this!' and go back into the ground. Wouldn't blame them.

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ReallyREALLY glad I'm ignorant of geography, today. When I got online here, there was a huge thing - with a pretty freakin' terrifying picture, of course - of the monster category 5 cyclone that hit Australia.

I hope the people and animals in the area hit are okay - they said crops were flattened, decimated - but am glad to hear that my Melbourne friends are safe.

The one didn't even know what I was talking about, so..heh.

'The sky is falling! The sky is falling!'

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'Everyone is Roderick Usher sometimes.' - John Shirley

Comments

[distantnoises.livejournal.com]

Mind if I get all artsy flakey like?

Cannot force it, should never even think to try. Would rather wait and wait for it, then think that it is something other than a pleasure for you to do. Still, the page is not what holds the fear, you do. Right? You can, and will, best the page when you are ready.

Yeah, so flakey...

[indiwise.livejournal.com]

Not flakey..True. Like I said, long story.

[distantnoises.livejournal.com]

True can be flakey, can't it? But you'll get to it when you can.

[indiwise.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am the Queen of Flakey..and excuses.