current mood: stalwart

current tunes: Bonnie “Prince” Billy - I See A Darkness



It’s been raining a lot lately. If I were an only child, that would be a good thing. Just me, my journal, and a few unscented candles. Colored but unscented. Scented candles have always seemed unnatural to me. It’s insulting to candle-kind to have those perfumey clones walking around, scenting things up. And where does all this leave poor incense? Besides all over Marzipan’s house I mean?



But I digress, back to the topic at hand. Rain. Rain would be great if I didn’t have my brothers Low-Brow and No-Brow constantly trying to ruin my dreary day parade. I remember a particular event they held called “Bringin’ the Rain Back 2 Tha Peeps!” in which a contraption was rigged up to funnel rain in through my window and over my bed where I had previously been enjoying a wonderfully lonely rain nap (or ‘wet nap’ as I sometimes call them). As you can probably imagine, the 'peeps’ were not impressed.



I AM excited about my bi-, sometimes tri-, monthly ritual of taking my journal out into the rain and writing poems as the ink bleeds down the page and becomes illegible. I see it as a sort of sacrifice by giving a very personal part of myself to the rain. That, and the pneumonia I always seem to get.

