Wednesday, 11 August 2010

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This blog appears to have been written by MARTINE whilst she was still residing in GILL's mind and her thoughts upon this weird existence. When he was 'drunk' - she wasn't...but she could 'radio out' using his drunken brain and body:

"Drunk dial

Art thou per chance residing at the corner of Dagmar & Marjory? Please don't freak out if you do, I'm not a stalker (rubs hands with glee). Dagmar is an interesting name. But don't call your daughter Marjory. She doesn't want to spend her life sounding like a spreadable solid.

I had a professor who used to say that assumption is the mother of all f*ck-ups. Women, as you might be aware, are champions at assuming based on no evidence and jumping to ridiculous conclusions as a result. Now, I am safe from this curse at work, thanks to wonderful tools from maths and stats. But the personal life is something else. You'd think I might be able to translate that discipline and rigour to my entire existence... Does this make any sense to you? It's 3:34 am and this insomniac wants some peace of mind and sleep. Sing me a lullaby or read out a monotone story.

Swaying my groggy head to Ryan Farish and I'm transported back to my silent obsession with Lost. I'm running through your hills and mystery, chasing the Smoke Monster. Adrenaline knot kicking just below the ribcage. And I don't seek rescue, just a neverending path to awareness. Why did it have to end? I could have stayed by your side for another 10 seasons.

Guess this is what drunk dialing would feel like. Incoherent cuts of truth that hurt in the morning. And I've never had a drink in my life."


MARTINE then described herself as this:

One word genetics

ethereal (adj.) via The Free Dictionary:

1. Characterized by lightness and insubstantiality; intangible.
2. Highly refined; delicate.
3.a. Of the celestial spheres; heavenly.
3.b. Not of this world; spiritual.
4. Chemistry of, or relating to ether.

Given the task to describe my ideal self with one word, I would choose ethereal. Not of this world and light as a whisper. Like the oracle girl from 300. Reality couldn't be further from the truth. Ask me to sum up what I am or feel like at the moment and the word troll pushes its ugly head through the door.

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