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Current Mood: awake
Current Music: The Calendar Hung Itself… - Bright Eyes

The conservation of sanity

There’s an orchestra of ragged violins playing in my head
The bent strings vibrate in unadulterated anger
It’s a jagged sound—
One I will never get used to,
No matter how many times the chorus starts over

The TV static has leaked from the screen and to my eyes,
Rushing out to each and every vein in my body
I have a half-baked plan:
If I cut down to the fragile bones hidden under my pale wrists
Maybe I can get the buzzing to finally
Stop.

Performing some traffic maintenance today

Happy Saturday!

I'm going to be doing a little maintenance today. It will likely cause a tiny interruption of service (specifically for www.dreamwidth.org) on the order of 2-3 minutes while some settings propagate. If you're on a journal page, that should still work throughout!

If it doesn't work, the rollback plan is pretty quick, I'm just toggling a setting on how traffic gets to the site. I'll update this post if something goes wrong, but don't anticipate any interruption to be longer than 10 minutes even in a rollback situation.

Entry tags:

poetry kind of

infirmary dreamland

gun-slinger, destructive. he think he's a sensitive soul. bottomless pit boy, carve into your psyche, do you notice there's nothing to find? he cuts his liquor with pills and pays me in cash for beer. sugar-sweet girl, i used to be called by my name, now i'm only called by yours. he likes his cruel games, and i'm pretending i like the pain.

he's a suburban rockstar with calloused hands and heart. i pick petal off of flowers (he loves me, he loves me not) and i bleed from his kiss. i am a girl ripe for the picking, when he chooses to pick me. "i used to be a daisy-fresh girl"