Ending to My Laconic Posts

To be honest I have been doing a lot of nothing. Its cool outside and the air is crisp. Clean-ups, bulb planting and soil conditioning has begun at work. These things make me a wee be tired and I have really become more accepting of my lazy behavior. It is something one must do. I mean today I felt like I did nothing but, some may think it is something.

I made a crust less quiche which is great to make for a Sunday morning. I cut it up and save the leftovers for lunches. It is something other than a sandwich, which in my opinion never get old, that packs well. It is also a great way to clean out the fridge.

I indulged in piecing together some of my new jewelry "line" that I am creating. Its called Bling Blang Blam, I am focusing on bigger statement pieces. Necklaces with monochromatic gems and vintage bling, I hope you like them. I should get a few out in the next month, each one being one of a kind. I love recycling old jewelry and making it new again. I will put them on my etsy shop.

Then I went thrifting! I bought Wunder Under Pants from Lululemon for biking in the cold and a pair of Sam Edmelm short black boots that are sooooooo amazing. I can wear them with leggings and jeans and skirts and stockings. I am in love with them.

I watched Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson. Since Breaking Bad has taken up most of my spare time it was a nice break. Breaking Bad why are you so good? Ummm maybe it is because they play "DLZ" T.V. on the Radio as a closer of the tenth episode.



Congratulations on the mess you made of things;
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones
saved

You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead

This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly
and finding a throat to choke

This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
and blowing the crows, the smoke

This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Static implosion devoted to crushing the broken
and shoving their souls to ghost

Internalized. Objectified.
You set your sights so high.
But this is beginning to feel like
the bolt busted loose from the lever

Never you mind
Death professor
Your structure's fine
My dust is better
Your victim flies so high
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next

Never you mind
Death professor.
Love is life,
My love is better.
Eyes could be the diamonds
Confused with who's next

Never you mind
Death professor.
Your shocks are fine,
My struts are better.
Your fiction flies so high,
Y'all could use a doctor
Who's sick, who's next?

Never you mind
Death professor.
Electrified, my love is better
It's crystallized, so'm I.
All could be the diamond
Fused with who's next

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever