Morning. Day something.

More blood in my sinuses. A little more chest congestion. Less sick-feeling, howerver. Working on more food and vitamin C. Water as well.

Dreams, last night, of finding Seth and Elizabeth naked in a bathtub, singing to each other, while being in a version of my dad's house, in DC, searching for a string, and some one to start a note, so that i could remember how to play my guitar, which also had a bass element. I found someone who could play, and he suggested a chord, but i didn't need it. I was trying to play the guitar and bass lines from "Apocalypse Please" and "Thoughts of a Dying Atheist", at the same time. I had been trasported to the house, via a wormhole, in an Imax theater, underground, in a large open complex that didn't seem to have a bottom, but had a screen, and roads, leading to the central platform. That part's hazy, and i don't remember much of it.

There was a lot of political jargon, and discussion, in my dreams, last night. Plans of action, for the universe. NyQuil's fun.

I think the worst place to be, for the apocalypse, if you want to utilise it for all it's worth, is scared, alone, and/or having no idea how to mentally cope with the new situation. That's all i'm saying.

I'm off to eat things, shower, and go to school. Ta.

{For the world.} Poem: In touch.

In Touch

Laying below the sensory line, again,
taking time to defeat the responses of faithful watchers.
I can't help but feel the netting, beneath your skin;
the way you ensnare and entrap me, in the
lines of your life. Veins and tendons.
Musculature movement beneath the surface,
and I know that there isn't much else
(for me to say that i was sorry would be a gross understatement)
to do.
I feel us slipping away.

Have you ever heard a foghorn, in the dark?
Closed your eyes, and tied to zero in on the sound?
It's a beacon, a calling home, like a heart beat.
I can't hear yours, anymore.
I can't find you, in the dark, anymore, and
I don't know if that's the hem of your shirt,
slipping from my fingertips,
or if the other things, here, between us,
have found me, again, at last.

Every effort in contact, is a lesson in distance.
All feelings in efforts are the caresses of fields,
grazing, and dynamic charged tensions.
Our wants pull us together, and drive us,
apart. But I can't even feel you, here,
anymore.
Your static hum is nothing but white noise, now,
and your electric edge the drone of line noise.
Input. Output. Throughput, more necessary, now.
And lines, like city streets, to bring us together,
are only keeping us apart.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.

That barely did what i wanted it to, and i don't know that i'm happy with it, but i needed to write it. I haven't done poetry, in far too long.

Back later.

Yeah.

My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult - [Lucifer's Flowers]--- Maybe it's the fever talking, but no one else really is, so i guess it's the fever to which i'll listen. Chills, but not in the chattery waves, just a general colder than i'm pretty sure it is, in here. But whatever. I'll take some NyQuil, at about 11, and then slip gently into unconsciousness. Sad, though: NyQuil hasn't had the same effect, on me, as it once did. (MDFMK - [Find It Fuck It Forget It]). No vivid sleep hallucinations, really. In fact it's made it somewhat Harder to remember my dreams, and that pisses me off. *sigh*

I dunno. Tired. Work tomorrow. Paycheck tomorrow, too. Always nice to be paid.

Off to go try to feel less sick, and possibly sleep really really early.

Night. Dreams.

An answer to a question i keep getting asked:

Buck Tick - [Gessekai (Theme from Night Walker)]--- If i'm talking to you, on aim, and I send the band and song title to which i'm currently listening, in a message, no i don't take the time to type it out. I use the semagic lj client, and i also listen to my music on Winamp. Semagic has a "Detect Music Now" button, such that, when you click it, it automatically takes the listing for whatever you're listening to, in Winamp, and fills the field. Then i copy and paste it, into AIM windows.

Chimaira - [Silence]--- I do it for a few reasons: because i like to have a bit of a soundtrack, for life, i like watching as my music becomes pointed, to conversations, and i like exposing people to new music. Same reason i post it, here.

Just thought i'd clear that up, because i've been asked about it, three times in as many weeks. So there you go.

Night.