The Drivel Thread

[Light Housework]

I hope as usual
To see you to feel your hands touching me
I know we’ll have good chemistry together
Though I don’t know that it would be sexual
Because I’m plagued
And not all there

But we still have a lot
To mutually cheerlead about combined
I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again
Never mind feel your hand touching my face
Maybe one day
I tell myself

Survive
I tell myself, live through this
And do the best you can
Enjoy the ride
Take what you can in memory
Of bravery I’ve witnessed

Of passionate loving kindness
Fighting to stay alive
Using your voice
Me using paint
Us both using words
And body language

Though I’ve only just recently clued in
To the present responsibility
Though I’m only a frightened animal in a sense
You said there’s no one on earth you’re afraid of
I wish I could say the same
Show me your hoop
Maybe I’ll jump through

 

[Light Housework]

If we never meet again, know that you’ve inspired me to get my head on straight.

 

[Light Housework]

The doctor yesterday morning said to give the cream 5 days to work, and then if it hasn’t, to start the oral antibiotics. Trying to be patient. It doesn’t seem worse at least, and it does look better and it feels better, than it did yesterday. Still, I don’t know with certainty I will heal. I look like the woman in the bathroom in The Shining.

 

[Light Housework]

Went for a walk and met a young man called Greg. I sat on the next bench chatting with him for about 15 minutes. He was very pleasant to sit near for a bit. He asked me to write down Sharrissey, so he can listen to the 5 songs I helped make in 2009 or so. My lung’s not hurting. The skin sore isn’t either, at the moment. I gave him a Morrissey sticky note a few weeks ago, and he’s not crazy about Morrissey. Maybe he just listened to the first song that showed up, probably Suedehead. I have no appetite, and am not feeling like painting or writing fiction, doing laundry or cleaning. Slight hint of nausea. The skin sore just pinched me a little. I think I’m going to stop posting here, and just post if I finish more paintings, on the painting thread, or to talk about Morrissey on topic on relevant threads. I’m sick of it. I did my best and will continue to until I’m dead, but privately.

 

[Joe Dallesandro]

Are you taking the piss 24/7 or is this serious??

 

[nicky wire's legs]

Are you taking the piss 24/7

if only!

 

[nicky wire's legs]

wouldnt that be great if this all were just some elaborate comedy?

 

[Orange Crush]

wouldnt that be great if this all were just some elaborate comedy?

Comedy requires funny bits. I'm off to church now. Toodle pip!

 

[Joe Dallesandro]

wouldnt that be great if this all were just some elaborate comedy?

I wish it was, purely for her sake.

 

[The Queen of Batons]

I hate this entire f***ing website

Hmmm, I still wonder whether you are Morrissey, except he doesn't swear or rant, as far as my internet-information indicates. But any of us can if pushed.

 

[Joe Dallesandro]

Hmmm, I still wonder whether you are Morrissey, except he doesn't swear or rant, as far as my internet-information indicates. But any of us can if pushed.

Morrissey isn’t on this website, you just developed a parasocial relationship with him.