I don’t think

katwalk65:

Meant to originate here but as integrated one of my favorite Jimi Hendrix lyrics, I thought fine to peddle the wares on that dying breed project

Originally posted on look that up in your Funk and Wagnalls:

I can
She said
Blankly

There’s always
Reason
To
Run

She calls
Softly
In her mind

He hears tin

The lovers’ quarrel never sinned
And there is so little to
Believe in
When
All’s been wrought askew.

The feet are up
The head is in the oven

She stops
Can never
Bring
Herself to do it

Despite the particular
nothing wrong with it
Category
That comes with the
Perfectly timed
Cliche
Gena Rowlands Cassavetes a women under the influence of
Faces and husbands and
Now
For me
As a peculiarly surprising outcome that no one could have predicted (I fear I am not seeing something
I just want to do the right thing
These are the words to haunt my waking sleep walking dead
Moaning dissolution
Could have been this other
Almost too amazing to control
Consider
Wishful thinking galore

I care for none of that having
Been laid bare

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I don’t think

Like Bukowski, Poe or Baudelaire

So out of my mind that I can’t think straight.

And so it goes.

Someone said that all the time every night. Do you think he ever got tired of his tagline? Do you think it caused that extra-maddening hard-hitting slam of the glass on the mahogany bar wedged into the corner of John Cassavetes mind meld. I can actually see it in my mind.

Why do things end up this way? What am I doing and have I done, so wrong?

And here it goes, again.

Unanswerable questions. And everything I do is wrong.
I am a Johnny Cash song.
My life is nothing more than tragedy
At the hands of fallacy
And here I go
Nowhere
Fast again.
100 more words to go to get thru this and who will even care when all is said and done? I wish I had is overwrought and, like Bukowski, Poe or Baudelaire, all I want to do is get drunk.

Like Bukowski, Poe or Baudelaire

Double-edged swords

In any creative discipline, commercial success is a double-edged sword: On the one hand, it activates “the winner effect,” the well-documented psychological phenomenon wherein success breeds more success, or, as Michael Lewis put it, “commercial success makes [things easier], and it also creates pressure to be more of a commercial success”; on the other hand, it tips the scales of productivity and presence in an unfavorable direction, catalyzing the compulsion to produce yet more work in order to maintain the already-attained success and gain more, in the process withering the capacity to actually enjoy it.

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Double-edged swords

Dissociative

‘confused wandering away from your life (dissociative fugue)’
as if I were Beethoven rather than that girl in absentia for most
Years in between

something you never get over
And then
One day
the lies faded away
To
Nothing
That
Matters
In the scheme of
dreams
and
other
things we forget
in the
telling

But
today
That day
seems
impossibly far away

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Dissociative