I have bruises on my knees, soft to the touch. Ouch, oh fuck, oh no. I wonder how they got there whilst watching a movie on TV. The volume is too quiet, so I try to turn it up, but the remote isn’t working quite right. Time for new batteries? Not quite. I give it a slap against my knee, and I can hear once again.
Shame about those mystery bruises.
Despite everything, a good cat cuddle often sorts me out. The only problem is, that I don’t own any cats. And staring at them through windows isn’t a solution.
But when I get those sweet cat cuddles, all my worries evaporate.
And then the allergies kick in.
Sweaty palms sure make writing hard. I can’t hold a pen properly without it sliding on down my skin like it’s a water slide. My stories end up sloppy, a total washout because of it.
Yes, I’ll blame the sweat for words such as this any and every day.
But I wrote this on a keyboard you say? Well, the drip from my fingertips means I can’t quite see the letters. QWERTY? More like SQUIRTY.
I used to have two sofas in the living room, perfect for guests and that homely feel. I’ve been at this flat for about one and a half years now, and only had guests once, plus one of the sofas was becoming rather torn and worn out, so off it went. Off it went. Now I have one sofa and a lot of empty space. It feels like the old sofa has died and I keep seeing its ghost when I glance over until I see nothing. Just empty space.
At least now I can dance to my heart’s content. I feel something missing inside as I do.
I’m always on the cusp of getting where I want to be. One more step, one more task, and I’ve done it, I’m an average person like the rest of you all. One more email, one more story, one more schedule, one more gym sign-up, one more social interaction, one more diet, one more list, one more sort out, and then I’m there. Yet I never seem to make it, always on the cusp. And maybe the thing is, I’ve given up, and these are just words to bury that painful truth. I’ve given up and don’t know how to say it. All those tasks to get to where I need to be, they’ll always be there, I’ll keep on moving the goal posts because I can’t get there, I’ve given up.
The cusp has me by the cusp. It took a meditative experience on Tetris Effect to make me realise this. The visual effects made my eyes itchy.
I have so many shivers, even my shivers have shivers. We sit under a blanket drinking hot chocolate, and that’s one of the few joys of having the shivers.
Is the pollen count high this year? My shivering shivers are asking.
Having Toccata and Fugue in D Minor by J.S Bach (metal version) as your in-car alarm might seem like a good idea at the time. But when it goes off for thirty-minute straight outside someone’s flat, well, no Dracula music is keeping bricks and sticks from smashing your shit up. They’ll be wrapped in garlic, crosses made to crucify your speakers.
It happened last night, and let me tell you, the owner was no Dracula.
A constant throb is always throbbing off. Be it in my head, my muscles, my heart. Ba-dump. It’s a throb that’s always ending in a dump. Maybe I’m sick, maybe I’m anxious, maybe it’s just how the body acts, just some people don’t let on that they’re facing a constant barrage of ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump
Maybe I just need to stop thinking about BBQ and brunch.
Dry mouth, sore throat. No matter how much water I drink, everything stays barren inside and out. It aches, and I often wonder why. Illness? Lack of sleep? Not enough fluids? The heat of summer? Or maybe, this is just how it is from now on, licking letters shut will be a thing of the past.
Oh, it’s just covid again. Ah. Ah ha. 2022, stay dry.
A good water feature is a perfect antidote to the hustle and bustle of modern living. Just sitting on a bench, watching the stone dolphins spurt water on repeat, that’s the stuff. They often stick these fountain features in shopping centres, so once I’m cool and calm, the desire to shop finds itself coming back into my brain. After watching the dolphin display in this instance, I went to the nearby clothing store and bought a Miami Dolphins jacket. How did they happen?
Channel Static 