Even some of the people who post photos of stacks of fat novels with the tag line "last week's reads" on xhitter and skuebly now posting about the worse reading slumps of their lives so it's not just me, have I told you three times we are being reprogrammed, deliberately scrambled, stupidified? Strange, this past weekend, shitlord psyops took the weekend off, no new shittier than ever shitstorm, the hell we being set up for, see, said programming works, where the fuck is my fix? Not just reading slump for me - no reading slump, not as many grids per month and links per grid, it's what I'm thinking about, the reason I can't read, I need to do something when I should be reading a novel or poetry - I'm in a listening slump too, I knew it was me and not the new album but Richard Dawson's new album finally made its way into my brain, and Saturday I hit the basket of Emmitsburg 14 with my teebird teeshot and laughed out loud happily, remembered what that felt like and that I like being happy, it puts a Jane Kenyon poem in my head, today in my complicity
HAPPINESS
Jane Kenyon
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