running out of fantasy

The dying fall of my sentences
The magic of lost consequences
The seduction of a fading power
In a hotel room in the middle of nowhere
I’m running out of fantasy…

I don’t expect your sympathy
I’m old, I’m strange, I’m confidential
Has my fantasy run out of delusion?
Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion?

bingo bingo bingo…

What a surprise! Not.

(I mean, I don’t think I’m edgy, though I do have edgelord moments…and genuinely edgy moments, too. But I personally don’t think I’m all that edgy. I’m pretty boring, at the end of the day.)

Ah, well. That’s okay. There are some awesome INFPs in the world. And Frodo and Arwen are both INFPs, too, which delights me. ♥

our resonance where we DO connect

Okay, I admit it, I gave in. I’ve listened to Björk’s two singles released BEFORE “Fossora” is released. Usually I treat Björk albums like boxes of superfine chocolates that I save until release day and then just glut myself on wholly and completely — I mean, it’s Björk. How can you not? But it’s been a butt of fortnight, so I decided to treat myself.

If I can be half as creative and flexible as she is, one day, I’ll consider myself an artist. “Ovule” is a bloody gem, pun wholly intended, and “Atopos” is LIFE.

kinda more like “Myer” or “Boyd” tbph

Folks, I dislike JK Rowling with every fibre of my being, but can we clear something up? Her pen name actually belonging to the shitwit that created conversion “therapy” (torture is torture is torture) is overwhelmingly likely to be a really creepy coincidence.

Firstly, ‘Robert’ is one of the most popular names in Scotland, and also tends to be a family-name handed down — my OzScots ass has a family tree littered with Roberts for the boys and Lilliases for the girls. ‘Robert’ also tends to be one of the most popular names in the whole English-speaking world; it’s not what you’d call rare.

Also, in Scotland, if not the whole UK? Galbraith is not a rare name. It’s not madly common, but it’s definitely a surname that everyone has heard before, at least once or twice.

How do I know? Uh, because I am a Galbraith; or of the Galbraith line, if you want to get super technical about it. And I can tell you that right now, in the UK, there are probably about fifteen to twenty-five Robert Galbraiths in existence, if not more — that’s a conservative estimate.

So, no, it’s not like choosing “Adolf Hitler” for a pen name whatsoever. I’d probably wager that Rowling didn’t even know who created conversion therapy — few people did before this.

Guys, I get it. JK is a stain on humanity, but we really, really don’t have to reach for reasons as to why she is one. Especially not in an onomastic sense.

what a waste of years

The doctor gave me pills to take
To stop me feeling quite so awake
To take the edge off of this big black cloud
But now it is quarter to ten
I’ll sit with a paper and a pen
Just writing shit until I fall asleep

I’ve got a heart
I think it’s bigger than yours
Because it lets people in
Who constantly disappoint me
And I’ve got a soul
And it’s as sad as they come
Because it used to feel everything
And now it’s just numb, numb, numb

Polly Scattergood