Goodbye Ink and Paper Quatre

I am going into hiding.

Goodbye Ink and Paper Trois

Hellen Frankenthaler.

Truly Disappointed

I can woo you.

I can trap you.

I can hurt myself to please you.

I can chase you.

I can sink much lower than usual.

I can amuse you, but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

The one I love is everywhere.

Black Cloud

I bought the new Morrissey album. I like this ^ song , however it failed to meet my expectations. Let's hope it grows on me. I spent yesterday morning listening to Sandie Shaw instead. A shock indeed.

Tamazipam-Lithium

Diazipan-Valium

Block out the present and the past now.

I wonder if the world is so over stimulated with bright images and lights, that everyone relies on some form of a sedative. Cigarettes, medications, controlled substances, and the list goes on.

I know sometimes I wish I knew where the dimmer switch was.

Edgy

Yes, that's me.

How far the mighty have fallen

Yes, that applies to me.

Janus

Yes, that also is me.

Goodbye Ink and Paper Deux

Time management.
Two words I plan on paying no attention to for the rest of my life.
I hope I never have to manage anything...
I hope I never start believing in the man-made concept of time. I use it out of necessity, but I do not believe in it.
I thought that this blog would be just another way for me to disperse of fragments of my life, but as it turns out I really have nothing better to do anyways. I could be writing an opera (I would always know I pale in comparison to La Divina-Maria Callas), or training for a marathon (I despise running... I think it makes people look ridiculous...I refuse to go running), or writing a novel (typical). Heaven forbid I exert myself.
Here I am slovenly posting bits and pieces. Here I will be.

Goodbye Ink and Paper.

"People with no vices usually have some pretty annoying virtues" - Elizabeth Taylor

I completely agree with the above statement...Dissapation is what I rely on to keep me from becoming thoroughly annoying (at least it is ever so slightly entertaining) . Maybe I'll clean up my act in the spring when newness is all around me, and Christ is risen. I suppose as lent approaches it will be a time of penitence for someone else. I'll wait around for Easter, hiding away in the shadows between rays of sunshine, and show up for the party... as per usual.

What ever will tomorrow hold? I hope it holds me closely, I can't be parted from tomorrow, not even today.
Randomness as a guise, feigning intelligence. It is actually negligence.