remembering that i knew i was in for something rough

[fflo]

yeah, and it was rough -- i was right about that

that's why it was so horrible knowing i was in for something like that

to be "in for" something, to know you're in for something now, when the something isn't good... how do you walk through those first days, those first weeks, those first months, those first (i bet you know where i'm going here) years? -- it's not as if you believe you'll ever get here, the beyond

i'm supposed to be editing, so i guess i'll get back to that

shouldn'ta plugged in the earphones

one nexus of the thing, sorta, in two tracks in a row

how can i go so wildly, widely
from giddy joy at newfound lightness
to craziness on the edge of petrified AUGHony
in just a few minutes here, there... ?

i'd say it's music, and music is dangerous, but it doesn't happen only with the music -- wasn't plugged in today, after all

yet now i want to say three tracks in a row

the gift of the preposterously more agonizingly horrible image of motherless child, a parting macabre nod for the stepping-off to the weekend, was really sweet

i am so lonesome
yet i am so not lonesome

who wouldn't be confused, trying to think about any of it?