Ageless, Still I Am (And other favorites)
My grandmother had the most gorgeous kitchen. It was the right amount of worn and faded. White and off-yellow surfaces glowing in the afternoon sun. A faint smell of gas in the air hiding somewhere under the cigarette smoke and coffee. A nice, tight smell that was more comforting in the sense that it was so different from my kitchen at home and it just 'felt good'. Summer's spent making a pitcher of kool-aid and have it gone by the time it was divided up amongst us kids. And we used small cups, mind you! A quart of kool-aid. Gone! We did our part in making Kool-Aid the multimullion powerhouse it is today. For sure, for sure.
But-- So right now I'm at home. Remembering and forgetting. But if I've forgotten I'll never know because if I knew, that'd mean I remembered. It made sense the first time. Trust me.
I feel soft, like a kidney bean. My screen's sliding sideways on me, it would seem. But I can snap it back into line. I think maybe it's the music. Morbid Angel's so gritty. Lot of minor chords. Very abrasive. Definately not wearing any underwear.
Shit Lady! You better be!
I feel like I should be doing something literary. Either reading or writing. I've got a whole new reading project for myself, though. I'm revising 'Breakfast at Roland's', which is fastly becoming a MAJOR make-over. We're telling it now from Marlo's point of view and it touches base on her previous luck with relationships...Roland's name made me want to look to The Song of Roland for hints, references, etc. and then it struck me--
syphillis?
NO! The story's major theme so far is how far we'd come from the simplicities of childhood and how we wish things could've stayed simple. So the 3 friends are discussing what they grew up with and-- How bout Marlo grew up with Arthurian Romances? And she herself is in an allegorical/metaphorical search for her 'Prince Charming'. Right on. It's okay if you don't get it. The important thing is that I'm getting familiar with Aruthurian Legend by reading Le Morte D'Arthru, Tristan, Song of Roland, and others. What's even the point of telling you that? I guess suffice to say, the book has a more solid theme/plot now than when I'd started. But if this is the case, then how come I'm procastinating here and not hard at work?
Details, details.
But-- So right now I'm at home. Remembering and forgetting. But if I've forgotten I'll never know because if I knew, that'd mean I remembered. It made sense the first time. Trust me.
I feel soft, like a kidney bean. My screen's sliding sideways on me, it would seem. But I can snap it back into line. I think maybe it's the music. Morbid Angel's so gritty. Lot of minor chords. Very abrasive. Definately not wearing any underwear.
Shit Lady! You better be!
I feel like I should be doing something literary. Either reading or writing. I've got a whole new reading project for myself, though. I'm revising 'Breakfast at Roland's', which is fastly becoming a MAJOR make-over. We're telling it now from Marlo's point of view and it touches base on her previous luck with relationships...Roland's name made me want to look to The Song of Roland for hints, references, etc. and then it struck me--
syphillis?
NO! The story's major theme so far is how far we'd come from the simplicities of childhood and how we wish things could've stayed simple. So the 3 friends are discussing what they grew up with and-- How bout Marlo grew up with Arthurian Romances? And she herself is in an allegorical/metaphorical search for her 'Prince Charming'. Right on. It's okay if you don't get it. The important thing is that I'm getting familiar with Aruthurian Legend by reading Le Morte D'Arthru, Tristan, Song of Roland, and others. What's even the point of telling you that? I guess suffice to say, the book has a more solid theme/plot now than when I'd started. But if this is the case, then how come I'm procastinating here and not hard at work?
Details, details.
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