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time: more than a month of moments has passed since my last entry here. trust: seems like lifetimes have passed by, lives passed away, life passed through, though only days have disappeared. time: tonight at 9PM, Left on Calliope perform, in Alameda at Rooster's Roadhouse (details, see here). trust: i promised i'd be there, paparazzi and supporter in full effect, but now doubt i'll be able to find a way up there. time: time does not heal all wounds, especially those wounds with scabs continually clawed away. trust: i no longer trust myself to not pick at scabs. time: last month, i became a year older. trust: i doubt i grew any wiser, though. in fact, i believe i may be dumber yet. certainly, i became less trusting, not just of humans in general (i've long been wary of trusting them), but especially of myself -- july eroded the faith i had in myself to know better, choose wiser, act better, care wiser... i lost faith in my ability to observe, to perceive, to understand, to avoid dangers and dangerous situations and danger-filled people. i don't trust my ability to know myself, on any physical or incorporeal level. i don't trust my ability to trust only those worthy... almost all i've trusted did not deserve the faith. time: time to let go, move on, face the consequences of my failures. trust: i doubt i'll be going anywhere, moving only in spinning circles or deeper down the dirt in digging my grave.
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as has become too habitual for me and my tastes, i have waited until the last moment (or last hours, at least) to pack/transfer utilities/procure a truck or van or rickshaw of some sort/etc. i can profer excuses: i'm a bit overwhelmed by the daunting task of sorting through and boxing up over 7 years of belongings and accumulated trash; i get bogged down in the mini-meltdowns suffered when stumbling unprepared into memories; i have some personal matters to deal with (and similarly to procrastinate with in handling); i haven't had to undergo this tedious and frustrating process in more than 49 dog years. excuses, excuses... i make none, though. no excuses, only explanations, even if only partial ones at that. i am to blame, i am responsible, i am liable.
this is late notice, and i expect little to no response, but i'll ask anyway: anyone have a truck/van/back-ho (cuz i really wanna ride in the claw bucket thing)/cargo plane/whatever available for use (with compensation) tomorrow (friday) or any recommendations in terms of decent places from which to rent such a vehicle? moving from oakland to newark. (yes, newark. don't even ask.) (well, you can ask, i guess. but do you want to?)
while i'm at it: anyone have a back for rent/purchase? i'm in need of a transplant, actually, i'm in need of a full-body overhaul and chassis replacement, period, so if there are any bodysnatchers lurking about...
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thanks to countless grade-school drills, i'm relatively certain of how to respond if a tornado touched down. er, if one touched down while i happened to be inside a school, anyway (sit crosslegged in the hallway, facing the lockers, with interlaced hands protecting bent neck), or in the proximity of a basement/cellar or ditch. if an earthquake rumbled through, i should position myself (and myrrh, of course) in a structurally sound doorway, out of reach from potential falling objects of doom. in case of fire (which would not be detected by long-ago disabled smoke detectors in my apartment), travel low to the ground to avoid smoke inhalation, exercise caution when touching doorknobs, douse with flour - not water, and stop-drop-roll to put out any flames i may burst into. in case of demon possession or poltergeist invasion, call ghostbusters, some priest, or that odd little old lady. but what to do in case of tsunami? the standard solution is to "head for higher ground," but my ark is still in its initial phases of construction and thus not an option for escape.
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blame belladonna23 and riversprite... blogland meme virus of the moment instructs: "List five songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words or even if they're any good but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artist and the song in your blog along with your five songs. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to." 1. bright eyes - lua the mask i polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit and i know you have a heavy heart i can feel it when we kiss and many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
i've got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train and if you promise to stay conscious i will try and do the same yeah we might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain but what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane and i'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this the reasons all have run away but the feeling never did not something i would recommend but it is one way to live cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is 2. the birthday massacre - blue 3. decoded feedback - supernova 4. samiam - ordinary life 5. the retrosic - dragonfire (disobeying the directions: no tagging of five others.)
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