Stability.
Stability? You have got to be shitting me right?
Oh brother! Are you ever in the wrong place.
I’m saran wrap thin and tapping this shit out on the tail end of a manic that would leave the Roadrunner choking on my dust. And that’s ok. My knife is winking at me, Edith Piaf is singing to me and and my domicile is blessedly empty. I am going to stick to shadows till I can pull my molecular structure back in line again. As long as that line continues to be on the left hand side I shall out live all my enemies and all will be well.
What is that fantastic line from Tolstoy?
Ahhhh yes….
“Vengeance is mine and I will repay.”
Reads like one of my tattoos does it not? It is on the wish list no doubt about it. My hands are healing up well. I got the cutest little ace of spades on the little finger of my picking hand to honor Lemmy,without whom, none of us should ever call ourselves bass players. I have a feeling that I will have to get the ones running up the sides of my hands re-done but what the hey? All we are doing on the planet is dicking around while we are dying.
It’s so hard to keep people away from ones self these days don’t you find?. I will have to work extra hard on being more repellent. Guess that I have blown my load a touch early this year when it comes to sociability. Who can say how it will pan out if I ever manage to get some sleep? It may be a whole new ball game but now, as ever , I have my doubts. Never being able to do anything by halves,when I extend I over extend to the point of stupidity and meltdown. ( Cue slow clapping from the cheap seats…)
I feel like what is left of my diseased brain is a typewriter dipped in napalm. Me and food? Not so good right now.Running on Iggy’s Raw Power and it suits me just fine. I am finding bones under my flesh that I have not seen in a long time. Bonjour ribcacge! Do come in! Shoulder blades like stunted wings dance beneath my damaged dermis cause lord only knows I just can’t keep still.
My rather flimsy open ended theory today is that we will do nothing but disappoint one another. Expectations shall never be met. I have none. It’s safer that way…… I don’t know what hidden treasure people seem to think that will find buried in me. It’s not there. This is it and when you inform people of that fact that act all butthurt and offended. Strangely ripped off. This is it honey. But no one wants that. We are the more,more,MORE crew are we not? I have found myself doing it too.I then proceed to beat it to death with a blunt object. I think with the lack of mystery in the our sad arsed lives now that it is nice to let people present themselves to you in their own sweet time.
I don’t want to be be cracked like a safe.I want to be unwrapped like a precious gift. I want intrigue over distance and good manners. Is it so wrong to wish for space and longing.? I think not.
Happier in my head but if you would care to join me I will put the kettle on.
Listening to “Live and Dangerous” by Thin Lizzy now. Talk bout perfect…sigh…. Don’t want to talk anymore. Want to jump on my bed. wasn’t really going anywhere fast with this anyway….or was I ?…meh….
Wish yourself well. Not many other people will do it with much, if any sincerity at all ,so why the hell not?
And buy this album or don’t talk to me.
