Yup. I'm in the basement listening to Bolt Thrower. Deal with it.
I wonder what would happen if I tried to fit lyrics like "cover the tactical withdrawal outgunned, outnumbered, though never outclassed... face to face with cold dead eyes... the FINAL REGISTER OF DEATH!!!" into an acoustic folk song.
I swear. I'm just not trying hard enough.
This week's been a hard one all up and down the tree of Life. From the tippy top where I'm pretty much all alone worrying about my creative output to the branches where I'm worried about my network and community and Coronavirus through to my trunk and on down to my roots. I don't know where the metaphor gives out, but down in my toes I'm eager for motion and grateful that we'll be skipping town at the end of next month.
I need to feel the wind in my leaves.
Er. Hair. |