Setting the Transient Cookies for Santa
This week has been a fun week catching up with old friends from our ever altering destinies. A play was watched, long distance calls were made, and several long walks around the city were attempted. Time in between these exhaustive spontaneous insertions of social interactions (most of which involving long technical instances of eating, talking, laughing, drinking, and on one occasion, determined pinching), was spent rather mundanely, on reading books, doodling art, and writing a few short stories.
In fact, we’ve begun experimenting with graphic etchings of a short prose piece in the past 2 postings (as if you haven’t already noticed). It’ll run for a bit more, we’re not sure for exactly how long, but stay tuned for more instalments of “On the Other Side of Midnight”.
Here at theplanktonsociety, we’ve begun counting down to the arrival Santa, and the end of the year. This year has been nothing short of a rollercoaster ride for us, and we’re pretty sure we’re buckled down for another heck of a wild spin for the next. So thanks for tagging along on our fleetingly mortal journey, and we’ll catch up with you at the next posting!
In the meantime, here’re The Killers to put you in the jingly-bells thank-god-it’s-the-end-of-the-fucking-year mood:
On the Other Side of Midnight (Plate 2)
it is pale and silver and black on the horizon when it begins
the cold flickers and whirls upon surges of the winter winds
and I am in wanting
dancing along my skin are tingles of darkness
and a deep unsaturated urge to scratch my bones off
creeps over my wandering mind.
Because Practice makes Perfect
These days. Practicing a few songs on the new strings on my acoustic. My fingertips are killing me.
Across the Vastness of Space, the Silent Letterboxes Blow Declarative Kisses of Love and Deliver them without Delay
I’ve been wanting to post these up for quite a while, but I haven’t had the time.
Friends in high places always remind me that life is too insurmountable a task to be done alone. And every once in awhile, that occasional gift of deliverance, to be sign and sealed, is just enough for me to get by.
In other things to be blogged about, it’s officially the holidays~
Current planned projects for the upcoming week include:
- Touching up on a few html codings
- Scheduling meet ups with omg-its-been-so-long-since friends
- Library perusing
- Research, research, research!
Ah yes. The holidays. Otherwise known as “a fucking mirage”. You know, in the animal world, at least they don’t impose these moments of false consciousness on themselves. You don’t see migrating geese going “Oh we’re just taking a lil’ trip honey, to just chill out. You’ll lurve it~”, or hibernating bears saying “Yeah, it’s just a really long nap. I deserve a break”. Because they know. That no matter what, there’s always some work to do, even if it means “the holidays”. You take that equation and smack it into the context of student-bloody-hell-life, and that means that not only do you have work to do,
No.
You have lotsa work to do.
So get those asses moving, party people!
