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When you shout to the devil, do you hear him back?
ETA: I have scads of Renaissance music -- bring on the shaums, bring on the citterns, I gotcher branles and gaillards right here -- why is Kit Marlowe so seemingly partial to Florence + the Machine? Inexplicable.
Now I have four projects going, because that's completely appropriate. Do I ever finish anything? Hahaha, that's funny.
The insomnia isn't helping. I'm being visited by Spuckles, the Newfie of Dysthymia (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ashlyme, he's Shuck's erratic, hormonal cousin. You can tell him because he's got a hankie tucked in his spectral collar) and pecking out maybe fifty words at three in the morning, which is super efficient, let me tell you.
I suppose the point of this post is that I hate the tug-of-war between mental health, adult life, creative output, and medication. When I'm unbearable as a human being and an asshole to my wife and kid, I can pull pages and pages from my veins like nothing. Whether they are good, useful, valuable pieces of art we could argue until morning; but at least the words come.
It's a thing.
Also, it's autumn soon. FIVE POUND BAGS OF SALT FOR THE ENTIRE READERSHIP OF THIS ELLJAY.
Now I have four projects going, because that's completely appropriate. Do I ever finish anything? Hahaha, that's funny.
The insomnia isn't helping. I'm being visited by Spuckles, the Newfie of Dysthymia (
ashlyme, he's Shuck's erratic, hormonal cousin. You can tell him because he's got a hankie tucked in his spectral collar) and pecking out maybe fifty words at three in the morning, which is super efficient, let me tell you. I suppose the point of this post is that I hate the tug-of-war between mental health, adult life, creative output, and medication. When I'm unbearable as a human being and an asshole to my wife and kid, I can pull pages and pages from my veins like nothing. Whether they are good, useful, valuable pieces of art we could argue until morning; but at least the words come.
It's a thing.
Also, it's autumn soon. FIVE POUND BAGS OF SALT FOR THE ENTIRE READERSHIP OF THIS ELLJAY.
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Try looking up an odd English folk-rock band called Circulus: when I knew of them, they were all dressed up in medieval gear, their frontman really did believe in fairies at t'bottom of the garden, they matched citterns against old Moogs; and I just want to see what they do to lil' Master Kit.
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You really shouldn't talk about Erasure shows like that.
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Yes, because I've read it. Nyah.
FIVE POUND BAGS OF SALT FOR THE ENTIRE READERSHIP OF THIS ELLJAY.
. . . yeah, I can't argue with that.
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Also- salt? Salt!