When
we’re hungry love will keep us alive.
Words to a song that still does lull me to sleep. It often gets played before bedtime with strange coincidence. The title and the artist remain strangers to me despite listening to it for 9 years almost. Despite my want to live in a Barbara Cartland neo-romantic world, in terms of feeding, that sorta self-sacrificial (I prefer lambs) love has only done one thing for me in the past – kept me starving. Reality bites, I concluded from the little conversation Martyn and I had ‘just now’. He left me a quote that tickled: -
“If
reality was an array of delicious baguettes, today, my dear, would be a shit
sandwich”
- Martyn Kelly, just now, 2002.
Then again, I’ve been accused of being the owner to a weird sense of humour. So in case no one else finds this funny, I’ll understand.
Why am
I grim all of a sudden? It’s 2am, my work remains unfinished, I spent too many
hours creating a forum from scratch only to find out geocities doesn’t support
my format and my womb is throbbing like bitch seeking revenge. Oh the joys of
being a woman, more please! And if that isn’t driving me on the edge, the
spine of great crookedness (i.e mine) is contesting my womb for ‘Bitch of The
Year’ award. And what has a song gotta to with it? Nothing. Sacrificial lamb
tactic, something’s gotta get slaughtered – I don’t want to sleep angry.
Pray I’ll be alive tomorrow and that neither wins! If this is what lack of
exercise is doing to me, I promise from now on a 20 lap routine will see a new
subscriber.
Pictures,
reviews, moving stuff outta my other accommodation, I feel faint already.
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