living in infamy

today was another werewolfen sh!t-salad sandwich, kids.
that's the way the weekends work when the weather is cold,
the shopping lists and the wish lists and the xma lists don't
include a healthy heapin' helping of tattzappin' crap,
and the silence is thunderous within the homely homes
and fair forests of the woodsly goodness.
mmmhmmm.
i'm freezing,
and i'm feeling the aftershocks of a low-end-bass-blasted
batch of barbarian battlehymns.
y'know?
oh.
well,
not sleeping,
and feeling disconnected, and disappointed, and disrespected,
as well as displaced and disgusted,
coupled with clogged roads full of poor drivers shopping
for inadequate gifts to give to ungrateful and unworthy people,
and topped off with a dose of slow studio time
makes for a loooooong day and a hard night.
that's what i meant.
also,
today is my dad's berfday.
he's like, old an' that.
so all around,
for everyone,
time is flying,
or,
more likely,
nosediving like a kamikaze into some sort of swan song
trumpeted out and crashed with calamitous crescendoes
for all of us ugly ducklings out there.
after all,
today is the day.
and that's all that could've happened, anyway;
never quiet, never soft.....