Up again before the timed lights came on. And then they were on. The cold that has you coiled in on yourself yearning for warmth.
First thoughts of the day, mirror image of the last: how the coffee tumbler was leaning inside the cupboard door and wobbled. Running the spigot to soften the food scraps. Last dinners washed down the drain.
Fridays were best because Friday was the end and the beginning. You got two in the same day. I tried to end mine early.
The way they announced you were getting ready to land after a long flight? That was my Friday afternoons. A lot of lying around, waiting to get off.
We got fifty-two a year and were nearing the last. It was the mirror image of Monday, energy-wise. And the end of the year: another seam connecting two halves.
Nothing lasts, not even the bad. Nothing you think, see or feel. It repeats and then just stops.
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Bill Pearse 
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Thanks my friend!
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These existential musings, do they coalesce as we approach birthdays, do you think?
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I just finished rereading a quite dark short story from a collection called The Dark Dark, which I loved, and on the cover is a Rorschach-looking thing that was used as an image of a leaking ceiling in an abandoned mental hospital. Couldn’t shake it so there you go. Birthdays + existentialist thought not quite yet for me, seems it’s more of a 365 day a year thing.
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Haha (he laughs, a trifle grimly).
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Sitting in the dark now with early Cocteau Twins, more than a trifle grimly
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Finish the Cocteau’s session with Victorialand and you’ll be skipping over the back yard earth in no time. 😉
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That’s my blissed out all is right with the world album.
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Garlands is the world-is-ending album
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Neatly put. I had it early, perhaps my third Twins album? But discarded as it was too raw and intense. Got it again later; it is a ‘sometimes play’.
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It has its time and place. Deep autumn. I see Treasure was released Nov. 1 which seems fitting but Garlands, early July. Is this how ppl feel in Scotland in Summer? Eek gads.
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You’d be proud of me I just cued Ash Ra Temple. But they don’t have that one from 75 from your list so I’m doing Schwingungen. Wish I still used cannabis now.
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Schwingungen (= Vibrations). Good ones, I hope (even sans leaf).
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