scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

8.1.10

i need to write. Obviously. im itching for it. but how?

relatedly, i need to turn up the thermostat and have some tea.

I like Hamlet, the talking in circles, the innuendo, the way if you know what they're talking about it's all completely obvious. Other people post lyrics; at least mine is free of copyright regulations, so that's a plus as well. And the themes that sing out across centuries, love, death, madness, sex, revenge, rhetoric. That moment of tragic hesitation in Act III. The way dear Hamlet insults everybody left and right: ah, romance.

I need a place to live, dry and warm, food to eat, means to not worry about. I need to get the water heater serviced and the washing machine repaired, the seal on the dishwasher, repaint in the kitchen. Touchups in the big room. I need to read the lease. I need to be in reality, i need to hear it and see it and know it for what it is, because if i don't know what reality is then having wisdom and strength and serenity and all the rest is irrelevant.

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scrawled @ 23:24