15 Wednesday.
Finally
@ the Union Station. The nice green River under the Adams Street Bridge
and a few more pictures. Caught up with sleep soon as I got home.
the
third week ::
normalcy
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16 Thursday.
12-5
PM moi boiez Art & Moe + I catch up over the goings-on in this part
of the world and lunch was this MONSTROUS misshapen aberration of a Monte
Cristo (heheh)
6-10
PM finds me staying over late :: and doing a methodical (if slightly) touchy
rabbit-quick scan of the first photos taken of the Bard weekend. UPLOADs
real
soon (:
11:45
on Conan. i've always wondered how they'd sound. SYSTEM OF
A DOWN was weird, creepy, skilled AND awesome. A certain poetry in
their pool of lyric, these madmen.
Take
a peek into their site and look around. They performed "Spiders", an eeriely
touching track. Which, of course, appears below.
The piercing radiant moon,
The storming of poor June,
All the life running through her hair,
Approaching guiding light,
Our shallow years in fright,
Dreams are made winding through my head,
Through my head,
Before you know, Awake,
Your lives are open wide,
The V-chip gives them sight,
All the life running through her hair, |
The spiders all in tune,
The evening of the moon,
Dreams are made winding through my head,
Through my head,
Before you know, Awake
(SOLO)
Through my head,
Before you know,
Before you know I will be waiting all awake,
Dreams are made winding through her hair,
Dreams are made winding through her hair. |
17 TGiFriday
(:
Happy Saint
Paddy's Day !
"The snow
is falling about as fast as it is melting.
You can tell
it is spring snow because of the little shoots of green sticking through.
And a robin
chirped g'morning to me, flashing his red chest from the field of white,
flaunting
how handsome he looked.
Reminding
me it really is spring." - demoiselle Prinn Seli
My jadewise is strangely
quiet, but la hada descalza bides good tidings:
"A kiss from
an Irish girl is luck today. You know these green eyes."
What were
the skies like when you were young?
It is turning
out to be a really beautiful
day.
5
o' clock.
STUTime
to
get out.
CK! |
rant
|
Rave
|
rant
The
Server went cRaZy, cutting me loose from PShop, IMz, email and even Composer.
All
work stops. Grinding halt. Sore throat acting up again. Not the least of
my worries.
A
year ago would've found me on the curb with a beer in hand four hours earlier.
Well
known stand-up funny man ( with curly mop and the cold eyes of a dead shark
)
says
that SPD in Old Eire was naughty fun. But nobody knows anything.
It's
a payday tgiF and I'm back in Chicago, tell me again: What's a guy to do
?!
(gist) a quiet weekend:
out of Bard, Sumner
says seven days
Chocolate porridge then
triple chocolate cake for breakfast. How much sugar can you have while
watching Pokemon?
Three times mytalk
helps when one's out of desi-penny cards (there's a neu pleya in town I
hear). Watching the world news
on the toob. Raf builds
a computer for free (ladies and gennulmen ! wish for a 21 inch screen).
Falling in and out of sleep
and dreams of getting free
rides on fuel tankers. The delirium of a lowered dosage, the only thing
I find an addiction is the
streaming flux of the familiar
wire. The glitchless connection of a T1.
Wheezing
| whistling | sneezing | coughing |
Your body is a machine. |
Right now it's out of order.
Where's Tyler when you need him?
The whole evening finds our previous correspondence.
Leaves and sketches near the beginning. Punchy after-dance schoolgirls.
Tea spills on giraffe covers. With inflamed lungs
and a dizzy spell I can't deal. Saving grace the proverbial last minute:
Midnight.
Resolution nears, our words may differ. We mean
the same things. A Thousand the angels hand you. Now onto the next big
(: |