Week 45 of 2025

when i start these entries, i copy the file from the previous entry because my blog system is a practically unusable astro site instead of something beautiful like wordpress. these past few weeks when i see the opening line of the previous i CANNOT believe that only 7 days have passed since that ancient time.

should i move to Ladywell because it rhymes with Babybel?

let’s rock and fuckin roll.

read the tea leaves.

feel the sea breeze.

have you ever listened to the song Someone’s Missing by MGMT?

it’s like 120 seconds long.

it spends the first minute and 15 just building tension.

there’s a change in the bass line that implies a diminished chord, right at the precipice, a rising snare drum roll,

and then it bursts; resolves to a perfect major chord with a loud bright descending bass line

it’s heavenly

but that moment just before, when all the tension is built up, and it’s just about to explode and you can’t take it anymore? isn’t that just where you’d like to pause the record?

when you are leaning back on a chair and you nearly fall but then you catch yourself

but just as you catch, before you know you’re not going to fall

when you’re just about to kiss someone for the first time, and you can taste their breath, the electric on their skin

and it’s inevitable, and you can feel it with your whole body

but before it is over

that is life

chicken, but we never back down

just tension, no release

we could crash into each other and explode

right here in the middle of the road

i love this time of the year. and i love you. and you look just like a wicker basket full of strawberries. and your emotions are a millimeter away.

it’s a big week. i’ll be going up to 🐞 ladybird land with the 🔬 laboratory, maybe see 🐞 lily. but before that there is 🔴 another day.

and i’ve learned i find it quite relaxing to close my eyes and picture myself on a plane that is nosediving and soon to crash into the ocean.

with all the beeping and emergency lights and the weeping and i am quietly sitting, gentle, smiling and waiting.

anyway. to bed with the rabbit. early start.

and the only strings anyone will be thinking about are the ones around babybels and the ones surrounded by quotation marks.