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[witchscauldron]

"So hard when anger's never felt so good
Beauty's only all I wanna see
The sound of Lusitana's ruining everything
The body always something wraps away"

"In The Trees" by the Watchmen. One of my favorite albums of all time. Lusitania's ruining everything today, somehow...it's a day for that sound. Every day has its own sound, it's own feel...rain belongs to this album for me. Oddness.

On the edge of awareness today. I haven't been eating properly, but I'm just not hungry. I get this way sometimes. Makes me drifty, floating on the edges of worlds...between. I like it. It brings a certain degree of perspective to bear I don't have normally. A hanged man, so to speak.

Lots of things to work on eventually. mmm. No other thoughts today. Just musical mot juste. Fire reflected in rain. Blar.

"What's with all these voices calling on me
Soft little whispers want to see me bleed
Can't you see I've suffered so much
You've lost life but I've lost true love
Something hanging down on the boneyard tree

Feel I'm fading
Fires blazing
You can look for she
Down on the boneyard tree"

Burn burn.
-M.