Imperial Freewrite

 scream becomes a yawn

ill shut up and carry on

scream becomes a yawn

ill shut up and carry on

screams become yawns

shut and carry on

scream becomes a yawn

i'll shut up and carry on

scream becomes aaywan

Lonelone lone lone

don't have much to add

i thought i had more; baby whateve er you do

I must not fall. I must sleep. The bastion of sanity is on the precipice.

What is a sleepy song?

Sigur Ros.

Sigur Ros. I can't even find the accents.

Takk.

Something about takk.

Here it is, my Song of the Day in the midst of a chaotic freewrite:

Sleep is not for the weak.

If your fire slips

Song of the Day:

I am beyond thrilled to share (an admittedly old) Lights song, from her 3rd album, Little Machines. It's called From All Sides.

There I was, walking back from the expensive-but-worth-it grocery store about 20 minutes away from home, and this song started playing. I should have expected it; I had decided to do a linear playthrough of the whole album, which is always an experience unto itself. It instantly put me in what I can only describe as a majestic, lonesome mood. The cool western introduction; if I closed my eyes, I could picture the cacti strewn about, the tumbleweed rolling across the landscape, and the sand & rocks stoically grounded below my feet.

I wasn't able to bring a turkey home - they were just too damn big - but I was able to bring home a precious feeling of lost love.

Constantly killing me
With you invading in my mind
You got it covered I can't get a thought in edgewise
Oh with your fast lips, and not a catalyst
Seems like the memories are coming at me from all sides
You're all I see, surrounding me
From all I sides, you're all I see, surrounding me

Memories assailing me; all I see is Dust.