Publicity

So tomorrow I appear on the big screen for a feature. First time for everything.

They say i should use a blog or social media to promote the thing.

meh.

Of Places and Associated Moods

So there's this place, right?

And it's done me wrong. In cruel cruel fashion.

But it's just a place?

I feel bad whenever i go there. Sometimes I have to go there. Like when i need to. Because of friends. Mostly it's because of friends. Every time I've been there it's because of friends.

Friends... what a shitty word. Sometimes. Not all the time. This time was fine. This time was painless.

So anyway, i go there, tonight. I went there, i just got back, and i couldn't help but feel that associated mood. The one that this place has done me wrong. The one that reminds me of the ignorant ignorant cruelty i suffered, that started the whole cycle of questioning.

Which is ridiculous because i had a flood of ideas there today and ideas are like the care bear candy cane currency that my mind thrives on right? So yea, all well and good and things should be dandy, but the mood was there.

And something at the end of the session made the mood rear up it's 'ugly but much less powerful these days' head up again.

And maybe my negative thinking caused that.

This one isn't that mired and steep like the other notes. Happy full moon.

too many observations

to list down in the usual nicely formed format.

the people i used to hang out with, years ago.

the annoying ones are still annoying,

the hopeless one (me) is still, well, ok maybe not so.

the artsy still art.

the crafty still craft.

the sad happy sod is well.. sigh.

and on a different note, i am rather unpleased, yea, it's a wrong word. unpleased, with the decisions people are making in their lives. how nice it would be to lead them for them. :) yay!

i am once again too tired and the things i say aren't saying themselves rightly enough, and whats sad is that it's all the fault of video games

the usual.

tonight is gonna be one of those nights where not everything has to be spell checked and laid out well. where here i can just let the barge sail..

hurting people, in any measure to any degree, inflicts a wound as grievous if not worse on ones self.

and people are starting to understand that we are each other. but still not clear enough to understand that we live each other.

i don't always make sense, but i don't always have to.

and i don't now. but i live, and i'd like to think i live you.

round and round. we go.

Black and White

My best friend and many many others have said that I used to live my life in black and white. And because of that I was an abnormality in the scheme of things because everyone has shades of grey.

Eventually as my life, circustance and ill informed choices started mixing the two, I think a little too much black spilled over.

You, you and you.

You, you and you.

A fairy with cement shoes.

Sparkle is your web.

Interest is your honeysuckle.

Your victims are your captors, your oppressors.

Your mind a floating anchor.

I hereby curse you with righteous direction.