Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

I didn't have anything notedly insightful or markedly poetic to say today.

You may have noticed a flood of music in my videos section.
It's shit you mostly don't listen to.
Nobody does.

The Jpop is about true love.

The James Brown is about some nice
hard
drugs
called funk.

Beck is Beck. Always has been.

And then there's the Blues.

The words. The rhythm. The melody.
It's about exploding. Very quietly, and hopefully out of everyone's way.

It's about going to bed by yourself, and still sleeping with the enemy.

I've not had a particular emotion the last few ... weeks?

Mostly an irritation and lonliness.
Prevailing. Not really subsiding.














If you watch, and maybe re-arrange, and put it all back together
you'd have a better picture than I do.





Fuck I want to stay home and drink tomorrow.
Just long enough to miss work, and smoke a cigarette.



These feelings might not be relevant in six months.
The trophies might fall off the wall.
The scars might fade.
But the music will remain.