Skip to main content

B are for Distractions

escapism.
my world is crafted with layers upon layers of thinly sliced sheets of escapism.
of course, the truth is i can still see outside, even if it has become a lil.... fuzzy. filo dough. that's what it is, sheets of filo, covering my face.

i have things to do, things to get done. not for anybody but for me. half way through it. and that's it. so instead, to keep me from going completely over the loopy edge i created Half Dead Cadavers. a band i wanted to have from since 2001 or before. but what i do is for mere comic relief but still... it is in fact a darn distraction. a needed one i tell myself. what with the chaos i feel. at times i could channel it into good, but maybe i've been fooling myself. 

neighbours who make no sense, colleagues that need help [psychological], friends who aren't.... not to say that i don't have the trusted few. they rock. ... ... 

it's a distraction is what it is. the whole lot of things. the fake music. the real music, the every thing that is nothing. they are all distractions. layers of filo. B is for Filo. iChuckle.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

W.A.T. PRESENTS: Till The Tank Runs Dry

A few shots on the road. Stock video. Free library music. And a narration by Ayodhya Ouditt. Here's a short piece of something, "Till The Tank Runs Dry" [because with no budget comes great responsibility]. Take it in. Be Well. #wearetracy #wearetracyfilms
Post a Comment
Read more

B is for SideBar

i was going to talk about morality today. as in "whose morality do you subscribe to?" it was going to be deep if i say so myself. however, instead i will speak about requisitioning wombs . yes that's right... wombs . i was having a conversation with a girl who [i admit] i still go gaga over [cue the "paparazzi" audio clip]. we were talking about how stupid humanity had become and whether there was a point to saving them. "saving" in the sense of helping-them-expand-their-mental-space-just-a-smidgen-more kind of saving. she believed this exercise was futile and proclaimed that instead of trying to save this "dead-out" (my term not hers) generation, she was going to have kids. a means of passing on valuable information about culture and forward thinking and such. i laughed of course but she had a real point. i too have felt that this current landscape is all... dead-out, but never really saw procreation as a means of rebooting the system if...
5 comments
Read more

B is for Adam & Eventful

We walked away from humanity that day  In hopes of something grander  So I  Called her god  And she  Said the same  And often she called aloud my name.  Vain imaginings ran the course And the leaves of the food that took us higher  Now clothed us in remorse.  “Poor Adam”  “Poor Eve”  Poor knowledge sent away till our children woke up.  As us.  And gods were born to them.  Vain imaginings…  December 17, 2010  Adam & Eventful  Three Text Maximum  © tracy j h
4 comments
Read more