Author: Pearl

  • implant

    ipod implant

    it's always at hand and I won't have to look for it again. plugged into my body's electrical system, it never needs a recharger. hardware upgrades are a real pain tho.

    332-365

  • what mischief

    crossed my mind? I don't remember. amazing how far the brain can stray within a 12-second timer.

    what mischief

    sitting as the sun goes rosy. new project afoot and tables and windows full of research. a good groove.

    but man, do I need a haircut to not look like I should be playing with the Partridge Family Band.

    331-365

  • Who could that be?

    banaphone

    Calling on the banana phone? Helllooo?

    330-365

  • floating in a lake of pain

    floating in a lake of pain
    the massage therapy helped me feel more towards human.

    I can ignore and screen out a lot until it shuts me down.

    pain is just a sensation. nausea is an ornery sensation I can't screen out.

    exhaustion and blare blurt of weepy brain is just an impediment that is sporadic.

    I become an unreliable narrator of whatever I perceive, can see my own skew darkening. I hate that.

    I'm pruned and am done with it now.

    My pain threshold is low and dropping innocuous gestures and movements give an inordinate tiredness. there's general fatigue, ache, tenderness and pains taking turns at most of me.

    Take that body. I see your pain and raise you 2 tylenol, 1 anti-histamine and 2 bowls of chocolate ice cream.

    bother x → ∞.

    the lighting symbols have prescience. some of the joint jobbies was barometric pressure drop. bang up lighting storm.

    329-365

  • Set Up for Solar Recharge

    recharging

    First good decision I made today. The start of something good.

    328-365

  • to hold the night

    to hold the night
    to hold onto this one night, what to hold onto it by and will it hear my lullaby?

    327-365

  • sunset glorious behind my back

    sunset

    day's end. tomorrow is another day and hopefully sleep will heal my wrenched back.

    326-365 inspired by Jay To The Vee's lens flares

  • of the beholder and beheld

    eye
    The eye is the communicative center of the face, not the mouth. The eyes are the focus of every portrait, even when the eyes are closed.

    It is hard to be on both sides of the lens and get crisp focus on not the eye area, not the brow, not the lash, but the iris. And to not have the pupils be in the light and not become pinpricks at the brightness and at the mis-fired shots. And over the months it is getting harder to ignore those eyebrows that want to migrate and cover my eyelid. I want my head hear to grow longer but I didn't mean that head hair.

    325-365

  • Being of my word

    I'll eat my hat

    Guess I'll have to eat my hat. Which sauce goes best with velvet?

    324-365

  • Spelunking

    splunkingcopy
    Looking around. May check for an echo after a bit of a climb.

    323-365

    Deeply unsatisfied with the comparison between what was in my head vs. what I could make but too crabby now to persist. Programs keep crashing and internet flaking out. And tomorow's another day and concept.