Should I Stay or Should I Go?

When neither option is worse
And either could be better
Well I don't fucking know.

Sigh

Possibilities

This is what makes me happy right now. This idea.
For the first time the New Year will actually feel like a NEW year for me.
I have vague outlines. No plans. Plans are all about probabilities.
What use is the probable? The weather report gets it wrong and then you win the lotto.

Be gone institution. Hello little-known.

Biting Heads

Because mine should be on a pillow.



... A pillow stuffed with cash. And direction.

When the music's over

I have had one of those weekends where I feel I am on the verge of a shift.
As if something is meant to happen now, something is meant to change.
But nothing is moving, and everything is still, and constantly refreshing my browser does not have the same effect on my reality.
If I was a lion I would roar. Ask spring why she did this to me.
This is the distilled version, its a diet skim with nothing artificial version.
The sapped sap.

"Oh that's so arty..."

"Uh..."
I was reading this magazine yesterday when I ran into someone I went to school with. That was her reaction.
You would know, if you had ever have had this said to you that it usually is said by someone who doesn't deem themselves to be "arty" and it's pretty laden with passive aggressive bullshit. The subtext is - "Look at you trying to be so arty and alternative by reading a magazine that I haven't ever seen and is therefore labelling itself as arty and alternative. You know you aren't unique right? At least I know who I am and am comfortable in following what I suppose you would deem as "mainstream" but really with the more people like you that exist the more alternative and unique I actually become... which makes me better than you."
I don't get it. I don't go around telling you that what you're reading is "so mainstream". I don't care what you're reading or how big its readership is. I know I'm not unique in my interests because if I was such a magazine wouldn't exist and I would probably just sit at home writing notes on pieces of scrap paper and read them back to myself and think of how arty and alternative I am by creating a "publication" with a readership of one - ME. Because I'm THAT much of an elitist.

Anyways this this is a really good magazine. First one in a long time I have read from cover to cover. I swear I'm not just saying that because of my love/obsession for Alison Mosshart or because I'm SO arty.

Read it and Weep