The irony is I always wanted to work for a creative agency and now that I do they don’t call themselves that. I had to wash the day off of me. Two weeks working on the same thousand words. Words, words, words.
We got used to it, and that’s the problem with summer: you get used to it. Nine o’clock looks like this! Different colors made of tears. Silhouettes of tall trees poking the sky and me all alone with an orange fire and my sweater. We are not alone, it just feels that way.
They say you should never kick a cat, but I always do. Roxy got her collar off and now she roams free. Lily hasn’t figured out the subtleties of perfume yet. I couldn’t tell if it was lice in my hair or what, but it wasn’t moving and that was good. I’d gotten deep into a shrub with fungus and maybe got some on me. I showered and hit the hay early. The next day indiscernible from the last. No one puts anything away around here. No reason to get up, no reason to go to bed.
I caught the full yellow moon but it was kind of meh in the early morning sky. An owl cried and there was no one around. I lay there thinking, we just need to get through.
Categories: Memoir, microblogging, writing
Monotony itching piercingly?
Let go of whatever with a break.
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Yes and yes! Thank you Keshav! Planning that exactly. A “mental health day”’ my employer calls it and grateful for that.
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My brain broken like it is, this is is what came to mind when I first read the headline:
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Ha! To broken brains! Get that. Broke.
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switch it up
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Not much to say; just hitting the “Hey!”
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P.S. Did you know that, with “Into the Mystic,” Van Morrison originally wrote the lyrics, “We were borne before the wind” but changed it to “We were born before the wind,” even though on record it would sound exactly the same? Hey!
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“I am the son and heir (of a shyness that is criminally vulgar)”
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Yeah envious of you and Deb out in the outdoors, and missing your weekly posts! Looking forward to reconnecting and all that. Heck, I’m looking forward to getting out too. Going a touch mad, having not.
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“Different colors made of tears.” That’s magical. I would never think to write something like that. Which is why I like to read your stuff.
Also, that picture makes the cat look regal and quite serious. Like the portraits of some of our first Presidents, or some such.
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Ha! Lou Reed wrote that line and I lifted it and put it here like a leaf in a book. Ha! Venus in Furs. Thanks for being here mister
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Most of my stuff is original, of course. Ha! That title is from Four Sticks FYI
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Well see, there you go. “Like a leaf in a book.” Just as good.
Is Four Sticks a Lou Reed joint?
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Ha ha…Four Sticks, that Zeppelin song: when the owls cry in the night…love that line. The other line is from Venus in Furs, the VU song from the banana record with Nico. Both part of our 33 1/3 book club.
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Damn! I was about to show off my Zeppelin lore.
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It’s a time zone thing. Hey! This is my “international blog!”
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The heading got me curious and I found what
I wanted “intoxicating”
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Read my new post on: https://jeffamp150.wordpress.com/2020/08/11/the-best-is-in-you/
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