1. The Unwanted Orchestra

    It’s 4am here now and I’m still wide awake… it seems my ears have decided to start performing as part of some really annoying orchestra and they won’t let me sleep :/ they have decided to start ringing in a wide array of very high pitches, often overlapping with one another. woohoo!

    i had a fun dizzy spell earlier as well. was walking down a corridor and it looked like the end of the corridor in the distance was flailing around, like a fish stuck on dry land trying to jump back into the ocean.

    needless to say, i almost fell over.

    anyway, i’m going to turn on the tv in an attempt to drown out the noise now.

    i hope the rest of you fluffy people are sleeping well. you lucky swines.

  2. (Try)

    that fleeting circus
    of human endeavour

  3. sloe drift

    nights blurred, and somewhere the
    sound of an overdriven guitar
    is ringing out, the perfect backdrop
    to the empty streets, still wet from
    all the rain that you never see falling
    but somehow soaks the cold earth below.

    the world is too bright; there are
    too many voices, too many people
    all wanting things that you can’t
    give them, and somehow they always
    seem so happy, like someone has told
    a joke that managed to pass you by.

    the days roll on, slow, inevitable.
    maybe one day you’ll catch that joke.

  4. Resonance

    there is beauty in bleakness, there
    is art in desolation

    there is comfort to be found in
    the space between stars

    and between people.

  5. if and when you read about any science experiments, and especially scientific papers in proper science journals, the focus is very much on the results and the theoretical importance of those results.

    if there were any space for the visceral emotional experience that you go through when writing papers…the agony, the ecstasy, the fear and disappoint after pouring your life into something that fails and dies…things would be very different. most manuscripts would be hand-written in human blood and stained with the tears of the authors.

    they’d also be filled with swear words.

    a lot of swear words.

  6. The Lost Century

    constantmaintenance:

    cascading, conscious i lost
    a whole pint of blood on an
    existential bet;

    it was like poker but all
    the winners drowned in
    dread and hot cars;

    there i found rare inter
    views with dave grohl,
    before the fame;

    i miss nostalgia that
    sweet pot of honey
    hummingbird dew;

    people seem too loud
    and too angry and
    too too;

    slight refrain, juxtapose
    generations in a best-of
    collection;

    dioramas of grief,
    museums of certain
    malice;

    the now-young will
    soon discover that which
    we have known for too long.

  7. The Lost Century

    cascading, conscious i lost
    a whole pint of blood on an
    existential bet;

    it was like poker but all
    the winners drowned in
    dread and hot cars;

    there i found rare inter
    views with dave grohl,
    before the fame;

    i miss nostalgia that
    sweet pot of honey
    hummingbird dew;

    people seem too loud
    and too angry and
    too too;

    slight refrain, juxtapose
    generations in a best-of
    collection;

    dioramas of grief,
    museums of certain
    malice;

    the now-young will
    soon discover that which
    we have known for too long.

  8. I’m back for a spell this evening.

    The Hive Mind greets you all, and would like to remind you that your organ donations will be due at the end of this month.

    Remember it’s not this type of organ:

    But this type of organ:

    If you have any questions, please feel free to get in touch.

  9. I’m off for a week now, have been going like crazy to catch up with work before I go.


    Just want to say I hope you all have a good weekend. And don’t give away the homeworld while I’m gone.

  10. PAUSE|PLAY

    sitting here,
    i am reminded that
    out there in

    the “world” there
    are people together
    doing things

    and im here like a
    vcr stuck on pause
    chewing up the tape

    sitting here,
    i am reminded that
    some day, no one
    will know what a
    vcr is, and

    sitting here,
    i am reminded that
    some day, no one
    will remember me.

  11. Summary of My Day

    work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work LENTIL SOUP work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work SIMPSONS EPISODE work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work LUIGI’S MANSION THEME TUNE work work work work work work work work work work work work 

  12. Hamlet

     

    there’s an older
    person looking back
    at me from the
    mirror and the longer

    i stare at him, the
    older i start to get. maybe

    we should stop staring
    and start to do some
    thing with what little time
    we both have left.

  13. Hamlet

    there’s an older
    person looking back
    at me from the
    mirror and the longer

    i stare at him, the
    older i start to get. maybe

    we should stop staring
    and start to do some
    thing with what little time
    we both have left.

  14. Blessed, for now. But who knows what will happen in the days that follow the end times?

    Will there still be pie? And tv ads with badly-dubbed actors? I’d really miss those the most.

  15. Over 900 etc

    so apparently this is my 900th  tweet tumble.

    Thanks to all the fluffy people who even have read one thing that I have posted.

    The Maintenance Hive-Mind appreciates your attention, and would like you to know that in the dark days ahead, your lives may have a slightly increased chance of being spared.

    But maybe not.

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All about the maintenance, of all the little things - Prose/Poetry.