Holy macaroni my friend. THis line "What's to see in dawn's early light/But another soul suffering?" That hit like a TON of bricks this morning. It's been a tough morning, long conversations about a lot of things, and a general feeling of unease and sincere sadness at the state of things. This line summed up so many feelings.
Well done! Three lines of keen observation. Yes, reactions go big when the names we know are taken down during prime time feeding hour. Unfortunately, we have not reacted to the thousands of names taken in the dark of night, with no lights, by men in masks. Who needs the military when they just funded the largest federal paramilitary force in history. Just call it the lottery of life.
You're so welcome, thank you for being here. It's tough sometimes to keep the writing up, it's a full time job that pays less than a part-time fast food job, but I'll keep doing my best. Just gotta figure out how to convince more people to support it! I'm here if you're here, it means the world.
Yes, writing. Sincere and persistent. Not just a few words of emotional fast food. I like it very much. And I will continue, too.Although I have just started.
My own version of escapism… monotetra in a ceramic mug.
After the first cup…
No more acoustic patterns pelting
I want to feel and just hear noise
Absence in the fullness of breath
Just like a big hole in the heart.
Conditioned minds can be wasted
But sadly, not the opposite
A silhouette seen in the dark
Creeping quickly between the trees.
No slumber allowed under sun’s light
Only for those souls drugged or dead
Rise for an early morning flight
And remain erect long past dusk.
What if I faithfully follow
Even with the trailhead sign lost?
Secrets found in the Dead Sea scrolls
Were not much greater then than now.
No language gives more meaning
Anymore than a simple glance
For what’s seen in Zapruder’s film
Is truth on thermals in the sky.
What’s to see in dawn’s early light
But another soul suffering?
Don’t feed a taste for misfortune,
Make that first cup and move forward.
Holy macaroni my friend. THis line "What's to see in dawn's early light/But another soul suffering?" That hit like a TON of bricks this morning. It's been a tough morning, long conversations about a lot of things, and a general feeling of unease and sincere sadness at the state of things. This line summed up so many feelings.
Ahem - call for submissions
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Gavin and Stacey
Blue Lights
No Offence
You're gonna love Uncle Bryn & Gerry/Jerry & Viv. Also, the Bucket Man speech in season 1 of Blue Lights is Everything.
Each of those probably explains so much about my personality. So, you're welcome?
The one sun Bono of it all? Pennies have been dropped. Of course you write of Lady G as the embodiment of Mysterious Ways.
Well done! Three lines of keen observation. Yes, reactions go big when the names we know are taken down during prime time feeding hour. Unfortunately, we have not reacted to the thousands of names taken in the dark of night, with no lights, by men in masks. Who needs the military when they just funded the largest federal paramilitary force in history. Just call it the lottery of life.
A touch of sage & a soupcon of existential ennui.
Oh, Kevin.
Have some joy: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Zmf67VB-ANA&pp=ygUTa2VhdGluZyB0aGUgbXVzaWNhbA%3D%3D
P.S. yes. A man by name of Eddie Perfect was assigned your beloved Beetlejuice. Thanks for sharing.
Taylor, this post felt like walking through a daydream with someone who is completely awake.
You made me laugh, nod, wonder a little, and then… I stopped dead in my tracks when you wrote about Jota.
I didn’t expect the sadness to hit so hard, but maybe that’s the honesty and sharing—it opens your heart before you know it.
Thank you for inviting us into your big, messy, beautiful world.
I’m silently taking note of that line: “Be good. Please.”
Ahh thank you so much for this note. It means the world that you dive so deeply into what I write, that it resonates as it does. Truly.
Thank you for seeing my note. It’s a rare and tender thing to feel read back by someone whose writing has been read by you, too.
keep writing. we’re here.
You're so welcome, thank you for being here. It's tough sometimes to keep the writing up, it's a full time job that pays less than a part-time fast food job, but I'll keep doing my best. Just gotta figure out how to convince more people to support it! I'm here if you're here, it means the world.
Yes, writing. Sincere and persistent. Not just a few words of emotional fast food. I like it very much. And I will continue, too.Although I have just started.