solemnly
myselves
ask "life, the question how do i drink dream smile
and how do i prefer this face to another and
why do i weep eat sleep--what does the whole intend"
they wonder. oh and they cry "to be, being, that i am alive
this absurd fraction in its lowest terms
with everything cancelled
but shadows
--what does it all come down to? love? Love
if you like and i like,for the reason that i
hate people and lean out of this window is love,love
and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love and the reason
that i do not fall into this street is love.
[ee cummings.]
i present as cyclothymic with reactivity.
in the past i have been referred to as "spiky", "a little intense", "fucking grumpy" & "a chore". some college-os once said that i was "always really friendly & enthusiastic about everything", but i think maybe they had not met me.
i pretend to be more abrasive than i actually am.
i dig: lit & lang (outside of lectures); psychology, anthropology, mentalism, parapsychology, theatre, music & music & musicals, wine & wine & tea, cats & foxes & tortoises & iguanas, lucid dreaming, theoretical physics, monopoly, men with massive beards, dungarees, junk percussion, fairy tales, charity shops, model villages, the harry potter fandom & staying up really fucking late by accident.
at the moment i am temping like there's no tomorrow but i would like to be a writer, if i can ever be arsed. i probably can't be arsed. i never never never want A Career.
i play p-p-per-cussion in LUSK , & also i sing bits for my boyf as part of THE AMBER SLEEP . also we are starting a duo called ODDLEIFSON and i am trying to write, eek.
when i am home i play drums for THE BELL INN BRASS BAND , hurrah.
