my daily tarot readings for the past three days or so have been markedly spot on—and coinciding greatly. they are basically my therapist. i know eventually everything will stop being so miserable. it will be okay, cliché, and the cards will guide me along the way. i mean, i don’t want to be exceedingly bubbly and all that jazz—i don’t particularly vibe the scene. my work is better when it involves a bit of misery. but i’d rather not feel this awful, either. oh, and just to show, here are the past four days readings (note these are daily “past, present, future” readings):
--the magician (upside-down), knight of swords, knight of wands.
--eight of pentacles (upside-down), the tower, page of swords.
--knight of cups, strength, king of cups.
--nine of wands, temperance, page of swords.
yeah. they’re tellin’ me something.


“no more to say & nothing to weep for”—allan g.
i just finished watching that documentary. and yes, i do recommend it.
it is currently in my mail-box with the flag up to be sent to the nearest netflix shipping facility. so if it interests you, they’ll have it again shortly.


my future cup of tea is brewing silently on the stove.
cat pushes and purs. slightly she sighs, like the kettle’s steam. stretching. slow. steady.
looming unfinished works scattered around my mind, and across the floor.
empty. empty. empty. trapped.

at least there will be a thunderstorm tomorrow..(supposedly, anyways)