life is full of it

new spaces, having moved last week, and the background noises have changed... there's the relatively constant noise of passing cars and trucks as the expressway is just a hundred yards or so from where i sit, so that'll take a bit of getting used to... the place is a lot smaller, so the sounds are closer inside, whatever sounds there are (tv, pipes, cabinets, fridge, air conditioner, and so on)... tv has been more in the background than ever as interest has waned of late, the same old reruns and a few new shows but nothing grabbing me away from whatever else i am doing... and that's just the audible background noise...

work is a constant, almost nagging background noise lately more than ever as the workload just continues to increase while the me as a department of one remains the same... so dominant is the busy-ness of business (working) these days that it is popping up everywhere even in the ancillary blog like this one… that must be a sign of the dull-boy syndrome… i wonder if there is a there a dull-girl syndrome….

everything

everything outside the head is background noise...

tv tv la la la la tv

what's that song?... roly poly something... earthworms... also something else... fishheads... yeah, dr demento... and tv, of course, tv to keep the mind distracted from the sleep it craves cuz there's the illusion of sharing on the screen, in the ears, in the eyes, in the mind...

how about you? :}

telemadness

instead of sleeping, yes, the sandman is at the door of my head and no, i can't always sleep through work tomorrow, but i do love the song that is clearly a craving for nocturnal sharing and that is me...

so craig continues and i close my eyes (only for a moment then the moment's gone)...

suc suk fuc fuk cluc cluk

sex everywhere, nearly naked people smiling knowingly, you know, knowingly, and all the maturity is nothing but repression, righteous death of the senses, as if that's a good thing... maybe some delusion of a life after death in some skybox is enough for most everybody else (or so they've like us to believe, dumb hypocrits, as if they aren't naked in their lies), but i'll take the sex (but which scantilly clad nubile toned body is not just teasing, liars all) and sensory pleasure in this life cuz why else be alive... you don't want to enjoy the physical, just die and get wherever it is you think you're going...

stop being background noise in your own life...

the news is sick

every now and then i forget why i don't watch the news, or maybe i just fall asleep for a bit in front of the tube and wake to find the news on and the emotional nasuea soon follows because, after all, it's about people...

i mean, human people...

and you know the foolish trouble they can cause...

i'm not sure if misery really loves company, but i am pretty sure humans love misery... miserable species, those humans...

can i go home now?...

wishing i was somewhere there again...

missing music, not more than ever, but at least more today than yesterday...

not sure about tomorrow, but still love ya, ya know...