Thursday, February 29, 2024
I played this for my dying mother
Monday, February 26, 2024
Nope, thanks for asking
My in-laws didn't contact me when my book was published. Or when my mother died. Or when my dog died. The last time I saw my mother-in-law, Adam had to ask her to say something. And what did she say? "Was it weird being in San Diego without your mom?" Why, no, Anita. It felt great.
If you knew I was going through shit and you just sat by and did nothing, then you're an asshole too and I have nothing to say to you either.
Friday, February 16, 2024
Sunday, February 4, 2024
Saturday, February 3, 2024
Queensryche, "Silent Lucidity"
Hush now, don't you cry
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream spinning in your head
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day, your dream is over
Or has it just begun?
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize and you were scared
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see this magic new dimension
(I) am gonna help you see it through
(I) will protect you in the night
(I) am smiling next to you, in silent lucidity
Visualize your dream, record it in the present tense
Put it into a permanent form
If you persist in your efforts, you can achieve dream control
How's that then, better?
Dream control, dream control
Help me
You won't rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin
You're safe from the pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but
(I) am gonna help you see it through
(I) will protect you in the night
(I) I'm smiling next to you
Thursday, February 1, 2024
From CONFLAGRATION
There’s that old resentment. I don’t know if I feel chained in marriage or around Ross in particular, but sometimes I feel as though he has his claws in me and I can’t escape. It’s weird – he’s such an easygoing person on the surface, but can be so intense at heart. Maybe it’s me that’s intense – intense in the sense of not wanting to be tied down. Maybe that’s not what I ever wanted.
What would have happened if I’d never gotten married?