> rumble
235am on a monday morning and all i can hear are loud rumblings in the far distant skies, threatening mother earth with it's wrath, a promise to pelt the nearlands with violent dewdrops of liquidmurder; a bellowing-base shaking the very walls in my room. coupled with the rumble in my own feeble stomach, i resolve to tide thru the double malady with a hot cuppa milo and yet another indulgent excursion into the cyberrealms; shifting thru the numerous blogs which suffocates the web, both regulars and new. somehow reading blogs late in the night seem somewhat different then during the day (or am i just reaching for the shortened-straws?) mayhap with a languid state-of-mind, every word and intent is digested more readily? an easier bite? late-night-snacks are a no-no and hence forbidden fruit always tastes better? whereas maybe during the day, when one is revitalized and perhaps everything else is harder to swallow? and "judgemental"; one would become, as suddenly it seems a secret-sin to "read" and "blog", rather than to haveta "work"? heh. i have no worries in that area, as i am a bum and have all the blardy time in the blardy world to surf, blog and mindrape. or so i think. and it's more than just the duo-rumbles that are keeping me up and unamusingly awake ~ i might have work tomorrow. "might" becoz nobody else has told me differently. no schedules offered. no clue what's gonna happen. and i hate questions with no answers. H A T E. and i am stuck awake now with hardly a chance to confirm my plans for the week ...
the plan so far: of immediate personal import is to go for me medical checkup. priority number one. im getting too worried and scared for this to be funny anymore. dad's condition fluctuates so rapidly and unpredictably, i can only but be on alert throughout the duration. no problems with that. and having the strong desire and need to finishup on my gawddamned current gig, so i can invoice the muthafcukers so i can eventually (and hopefully) get some fcuking money so i can fcuking survive. that and my sis's coming back tuesday. but you've heard alla that before, haven't you? well, tough, coz there ain't not much going-on in my putridmind in recent times. random thoughts and reactions to the world and island around me; snuffed-out the minute i dwell on them. they matter not as much, i tell myself ... but the irony is, i have so much in my mind, i need to exorcise them but i end up droning on and on; on the same blardy things these past few days, this past week ... and im on a perpetual deja~vu mindfcuktrip round and round the macabre-carousel of headless plastichorses (cum to think of it, not much different from me past entires, innit? heh) ... and i think not much is gonna change too ... or i suppose no bad news, is good news ... and everything else is negligible and mayhap even fluff ... but then again, we/i sure could do with a bit of fluff once and a bit, innit? and i digress again so ...
the rumblingskies had stopped it seems, as did my tummy-revolt. and my eyelids are heavy once more and i am secretly glad. the yawn i just had; had my fingers frozen and my head in a baby-tizzy (which is of coz muthafcuking scary) ... see? at the very least, "blogging" does help in everyday life ~ it helps put ya to sleep! HAH!
next time tell you who i read online ... but now i go threaten the dreamking with my visage and old stories ... heh ;p
the plan so far: of immediate personal import is to go for me medical checkup. priority number one. im getting too worried and scared for this to be funny anymore. dad's condition fluctuates so rapidly and unpredictably, i can only but be on alert throughout the duration. no problems with that. and having the strong desire and need to finishup on my gawddamned current gig, so i can invoice the muthafcukers so i can eventually (and hopefully) get some fcuking money so i can fcuking survive. that and my sis's coming back tuesday. but you've heard alla that before, haven't you? well, tough, coz there ain't not much going-on in my putridmind in recent times. random thoughts and reactions to the world and island around me; snuffed-out the minute i dwell on them. they matter not as much, i tell myself ... but the irony is, i have so much in my mind, i need to exorcise them but i end up droning on and on; on the same blardy things these past few days, this past week ... and im on a perpetual deja~vu mindfcuktrip round and round the macabre-carousel of headless plastichorses (cum to think of it, not much different from me past entires, innit? heh) ... and i think not much is gonna change too ... or i suppose no bad news, is good news ... and everything else is negligible and mayhap even fluff ... but then again, we/i sure could do with a bit of fluff once and a bit, innit? and i digress again so ...
the rumblingskies had stopped it seems, as did my tummy-revolt. and my eyelids are heavy once more and i am secretly glad. the yawn i just had; had my fingers frozen and my head in a baby-tizzy (which is of coz muthafcuking scary) ... see? at the very least, "blogging" does help in everyday life ~ it helps put ya to sleep! HAH!
next time tell you who i read online ... but now i go threaten the dreamking with my visage and old stories ... heh ;p
