‘I’ve written everyday for Two Days Straight and I can’t remember having written or what came of it in the end. I feel this exuberance found in the scheme of Uber that used to by my favorite facet of heavy present-working life compared to work lives on the downlow of any ambiguity. Not signed to a damn contract and all confidentiality clauses have been completed. What to do – live the secret, or die [kill my ego of that facet of my presentation] trying.
I’m not sure whatever juxtaposition really opposes the opposition of trying to contemplate whatever sense it is that my main digz are my main digs. So in that sense, telling my Mother “hey that guy you know, that you’ve been hanging out with for 3 years and suddenly we’re not on your timeline – bc we hangout: it’s because we’ve been coworkers for over 20 years and I’m his accountant.”‘
I don’t know what it is about blind exuberance when I plague myself highly doubtful to circumvent prospect I didn’t want to be a poet nor comedienne/comedian. Something funny about directors when they peak as AP’s again, and you don’t try your old stuff that got you there: I think that naive beauty is somewhere in truth “You always just like where you started from.” The ground, the rock-bottom, the coupe’s nest, or some other god-forsaken talent/destruction upon creation’ is that “well.. some people just get discover.ed.”
I’m listening to “Infected” by Bad Religion, my favvorrittee Bad Religion song. Which is so interesting because I’ve trying to divy up my social media “branding.” I don’t know what that is, I just take a peak at their setting and privacy act laws and glimpse the guidelines and terms of conditions; then I know how to act on this app. Including posts less than 52 minutes of Concert Footage on Snapchat. Haven’t been to one in ages. If I wanted to see the concert I would’ve gone to the concert, watched it on YouTube or waited for the documentary. Which, I’ve done those too and they suck. All the cameras are pivotal, I trust no one, and I piss while an invisible medic in silver-skin taunts me from “a doorway?” which side, we have no idea. Anyways, medic looks like medici and I want to do italics but I want to skip italics. Perhaps if I was “the disease” and someone else’s I wouldn’t have felt so unrelentingly restricted in my socialization and relationships including romantic/personal if there is anyone in the industry or direction, re-direction and education of directing to understand “Those are all different, of course I do all 3.” Everything I write is a fascismile.
I don’t think of me.
I think of nuance.
So this will be a special post, written in Italics & Bold and done the “Legal Way” as in if I quote, bold, italic in my own posts “It’s mine.” if it’s underlined “You’re an author.” Good for you, I write and I haven’t eaten anything but leftovers on a Mother’s Day Inhabitant. When the first has really been all and somewhere we had a 20 year Anniversary while spending 96% of it apart and now we love each other more than ever. He’s my Partner.
Distance really does make the heart grow fonder even if it’s truly miserable after the 7th year of Marriage and 5 years apart in whatever it takes to manage the distance as Partners and whichever way we’ve broken each others hearts. Not the only one, but Legalities of Industry have their own account don’t they.🌚 /🌛/🌞
petrichor - archive 