"Oh Bother..."

LUXT - [Witchhunt (ANiMoo Mix)]--- Think think think... Losing touch, losing perspective, nothing to do, days, but school and work. Thoughts and half draems, on busses, reminding me of other things, left undone, and i can't help but wonder if they'll ever Be done... Not in the sense of "Will i ever do them," rather will i ever not have to.... And i think the answer to that is no. (Pop Will Eat Itself - [Wild West]). Strangling my mind with useless shite, again.... Robots, and magic, and magery are only small outlets, and i don't like the escapism feeling, there, or in other modes. Makes me feel like i'm running, when i could be doing something useful...

tick tick ticking... Little clockwork gears, and steams, and i was thinking about what would happen, if i could merge baroque, art deco, biomechanical, and Victorian architectures, and aesthetics, other than in my head, into something gleaming and dark, and fleshviscousalive... I would be very pleased, with that...

Would make me feel more accomplished than i have been, recently... Maybe i should do some work on the arts...

i like electricity, and the things it does to things in things. Jumpskittertwitchooozee... Flatline....

Later.

Dreams and Symbollisms..

Dreams of a crazy Brad Pitt, and a little girl, in some kind of office building/train, living in the parts above the ceiling tiles. They were robbing the place, in order to survive, and as a part of a larger conspiracy. Eventually Brad's Sister-in-law found them, and brought his brothers, into the place. They, the brothers, were going to rob the small sotre room, and i had to tell them the truth. I was walking the sister off into the woods, outside of the store room, on a snowy night, i woke up.

The symbols inherent in two semi-synchronous movements, make me stop in my tracks and wonder why my metaphors are always literalisms, and things, with me, are always at least partially exactly as they seem. The ideal metaphor, in my mode of work, being the one where every image-component is true enough to hold it's own metaphor, and symbollic enough to mean something true... Folded layers of meaning... or that's what i strive for. And maybe i'm not seeing differences in mode, so much as tack... And it's still enough to make me a bit jealous.

Mazel tov.