Every now and then, something popped out as a standout piece, a classic, something to remember, a highlight.
This is the ‘best of’ album of ellemhach.
feeling lost and traffic passes by and i can’t think to save myself, not really but also. i’m not so alone, but i wasn’t really …
taking stock, reading nothing and everything back, wanting nothing and everything back, everything and nothing haunts me, regret washes over my spine, leaving trails of …
you.. you don’t understand how hard this is, because you’re not in here. all you can see, is how much i’m letting you see it’s …
wrote this in a note book, Thursday, 29th November, can’t remember the time..
washing the self of tide and time,
wandering listless, naked and profane,
obtuse, acute, resolute, ardent and arduous,
I’m everything and nothing,
part and parcel, and yet, left behind..
beg, borrow, steal,
it’s all the same to me.
I’m everything and nothing to me.
up down around again and you were so worried about me. but you’re the one that caved, reminded by god-knows-what, you slipped, asked, tried to …
open up and let in the thieves,
let them take their piece of the pie,
when the remainder isn’t enough
put yourself back together,
a frankenstein of fragments,
no longer knowing remembering recognising the original..
i was going to post something wildly ambiguously esoteric about my fabulous weekend, but i got half way through writing it, and between ISP and computer fucking up, i lost it, so i’m going to post this instead (it’s a character exposition for my character in the stage play) :
losing touch while sitting solid. knowing nothing changes, wanting change yet fearing it. want what i had.
mum, dad, two kids, happy.
forward, back, shuffle, repeat.
me, him, two kids, dog, picket fence, country garden, outer city suburb.
forward, back, shuffle, repeat.
can’t let go. too safe, too secure, too insecure.
need my rock to cling to.
this is not a rock, it’s an anchor, an anchor that swings, unhooked, unhinged, unable.
forward, back, shuffle, repeat.
forward, back, shuffle, repeat.
come, go, arrive, leave.
go nowhere, get nothing, do nothing, be no-one.
hide, find, lose, regret.
forward, back, shuffle, repeat.
forward, back, shuffle, repeat.
though, i should say, i had a good weekend 🙂
my eyes flicked around the room person to person about .35 seconds each and as i flicked past him he looked at me but i …
we’d be Dangerous together.. you challenge me, i challenge you.. i’m the only one that answers the challenge.. that’s because i know you.. how do …
I wandered back, hell at my heels, he asked what was up, i refused to answer. nothing wants to happen, but do i want it …
dot dot who’s there dot dot = knock knock= knock knock jokes and dont ask me why i thought of that i could nt rember a knowck nock joke even lol.. i’m at my best when i’m tired…. uhh.. sweet and sour pork. thats it.. yup. fish. that’s where it’s at. atleasti’mnottypinglikethis.. man.. you’re fast.. I’m going to sodomize the FUCK out of that bug.. I put a video camera in my pants and it tells me everything.. Freud would have a hardon over you.. magic wang..? we could just have sex if you want.. I wanted to put him in my pocket and take him home… if i actually paid you for this, i’d be very disappointed.. you there! with that fish! stop that! I’m fighting dinosaurs right now.. they give me oodles of experience. This bunny is all tuckered out… I could probably do more if I had more RAM… you’ve got a strange duck, ma’am.. That fat mexican used my ball.. Using box cutters and duct tape… sorry, just what came out when I hit the keyboard..
No Oneiris, god of dreams, son of blackest night, you who lingers longest as morning’s light lifts the last of sleep from my eyes… Soothing …
i’m sorry that my life is inexplicable to you. i’m sorry that i’m not on your priority list. i’m sorry that you think i’m the …
She wandered through the house, listlessly thinking too much. Looking for music to fill her soul, but honestly, is it that important? Not really.. She’s …
things come, and things go, and she yearned for the chance to just make the mistake again, because this time, she vowed she’d learn the …
because things come from godknowswhere and land on my doorstep and say “hey look at me i’m here to fuck you up even more than …
a little birdie came to me
wanted to know if i could see
the fire in my eyes
if i knew i would have said
but it had just snuck on me
so i asked him what he meant
“the fire rages deep within
there’s no denying reality
even if you fail to see”
(s’ok, i’m not turning into a pyromaniac, nor have i hurt myself.)
early winter morning
clear crisp light
drags me into the fray
a wind that
washes feeling away
weak blue overhead
words ebb and flow
none help ease the pain
language is useless
when my heart is
breaking under the strain..
Water rushing down my back, damn, its not hot enough. The hot water system in this house sucks. Mind wanders around, trying to find something …
“There are clues everywhere–all around us. But the puzzle maker is clever. The clues, although surrounding us, are somehow mistaken for something else. And the …
