gatelight
Wrote the first book by the light from this little lamp in my grandparents' basement when I first moved back to Ohio, 12 years ago now. Suppose it's poetic (for want of a better word) that it's now lighting part of The Paintshop. It'd be nice if some of the energy that pushed me to write that first book in five months lived inside its little gated community but yeah no probably not. Glad it’s here, regardless.
MEDITATION ON THE PLUTO TRANSIT INTO AQUARIUS – Temple Ov Saturn
Beautiful new track from a longtime favorite:
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Church seizure light continues its blink onslaught while my recovery from last evening's explosion (see Attendance Card, below) of frustration at my inability to move anything anywhere, to notch the smallest victory that doesn't have anything to do with death, to know what I want from life beyond a path that no longer seems to want me (if it ever did), at feeling like the brunt of a joke I've been playing on myself for the last quarter century, continues. All maddeningly unclear in this, my 13th year of residency in the 51st state of purgatory.
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MacroParentheticals 0155 is written and in the send queue for tomorrow 0700 AND the flashing light coming from the church (I'm no electrician, but it seems that their spotlight is on the fritz) hasn't caused a seizure – when I ventured past the kitchen and landing windows a bit ago, I pulled my omnipresent hat over my eyes and had a DAREDEVIL Season 1 and 3 vibe going – so I'll consider the morning a win: such are the standards of the day.
