fuck. hell. etc.
Jul. 13th, 2003 02:58 amVoltaire - [The Chosen]--- i'm tired, i'm slightly depressed. I feel a fret. {Reflected} A Worry. And, yeah. Stupid shit (Internal}. Came from various no wheres. I do things. I don't know how to explain some of them or maybe it's that i'd think that they don't need explaining. Certain things i do, and i know that they'll work out. And they do. The moments of pure certainty.. so rare, in comparison. Counter-point to the ragged, dragging, hanging on for dear life, bloody Fucking WORK, you piece of Shit mentality, which is my norm. And that works, sure. But having that moment of Infinite Affirmation, and knowing, in retrospect, but not at the time, that had you ever had that kind of certainty about flying, you'd have never broken anything. (Tears For Fears - [Everybody Wants To Rule The World]). Not that i have. Yet. All limbs in tact.
It's not a "This will work," or "this has to work." It's "What the FUCK do you think you're doing, bitch?" And that's not even it. It's the core of your very being resonating with the information that something, some Action is pure, so much so that it's not even a Thought about the Action, until later. It's a thought about... the surroundings... Hidsight is the only thing that sees the action, clearly, and, in that, you know that you can never, ever plan that kind of Thing. You have to do it. Be it.
Voltaire - [When You're Evil]--- And it has to be you... no question, and not even the idea of a question. Ever...
Whatever.
Dream Well
{Addendum: The frets and worries come From valid places but are Of, at least this time, no reason. I don't feel that sure, often enough, for it to be an issue. And if i did, i'd worry. I don't know if that's clear. Thank you for worrying, but, at this point at least... i don't think it's necessary... Again, i say, in response to frustration at myself: "Whatever"}
It's not a "This will work," or "this has to work." It's "What the FUCK do you think you're doing, bitch?" And that's not even it. It's the core of your very being resonating with the information that something, some Action is pure, so much so that it's not even a Thought about the Action, until later. It's a thought about... the surroundings... Hidsight is the only thing that sees the action, clearly, and, in that, you know that you can never, ever plan that kind of Thing. You have to do it. Be it.
Voltaire - [When You're Evil]--- And it has to be you... no question, and not even the idea of a question. Ever...
Whatever.
Dream Well
{Addendum: The frets and worries come From valid places but are Of, at least this time, no reason. I don't feel that sure, often enough, for it to be an issue. And if i did, i'd worry. I don't know if that's clear. Thank you for worrying, but, at this point at least... i don't think it's necessary... Again, i say, in response to frustration at myself: "Whatever"}
*nibbles*
Date: 2003-07-13 12:18 am (UTC)Re: *nibbles*
And yeah... '"It's easy: You pick one foot up, then the other foot, and you're flying. Simple. But when I wake up I always forget."
'"Sometimes, when you dream, you remember how to fly, but, upon waking, you always forget."
'"But... that's not Fair!"
'"*With an enigmatic twinkle in his eye as she's called away by her mother* No. It is not."' -Morpheus and a Little Girl, on a plane, in Sandman: Brief Lives.
That really didn't relate at all, i think... But i do like the story...
"It's easy. There's a trick to it. You do it, or you die." - Shadow, "American Gods," also by Neil Gaiman.
Anyway. Who are you?
no subject
Date: 2003-07-13 08:55 am (UTC)big toe. little toe. cracked knee. ankle (twice). displacement of my hip. crushed tailbone. cracked sternum. 7 broken vertebrae in my spine, inc neck. dislocated vertebrae in neck (C2 for medics reading this) broken thumb. broken elbow. dislocated shoulder (3 times). dislocated jaw. broken nose. 5 broken teeth.
Re:
Date: 2003-07-13 09:30 am (UTC)no subject
no subject
Date: 2003-07-13 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
In fact, i'd suggest ignoring it completely, except for small chunks of time,a sfter something really fucked up happens, then shake your head, say "Eh, whatever. Maybe not" and go about your day.
no subject
Date: 2003-07-13 10:01 am (UTC)no subject