{"id":3726,"date":"2006-09-21T03:03:00","date_gmt":"2006-09-21T03:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/09\/21\/domni-you-do-rather-throw-yourself-into-things-with-impressive-abandon\/"},"modified":"2006-09-21T03:03:00","modified_gmt":"2006-09-21T03:03:00","slug":"domni-you-do-rather-throw-yourself-into-things-with-impressive-abandon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/09\/21\/domni-you-do-rather-throw-yourself-into-things-with-impressive-abandon\/","title":{"rendered":"domni: “you do rather throw yourself into things with impressive abandon.”"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I feel as if I were planted<\/a> in a warm garden only to be drowned in someone else’s story, some thick memory of another woman’s legs wrapped around him and how that tangle painfully untied. This feels like it has so little to do with me that I don’t understand how it came between us. It makes me wish I were a drinker, have the ability to blur my sold-out world, so I could take that fourth drink then try to drive to some mythical home. My heart is heavy and red, holding me down like a lover with their hands at my neck. I wake up raw, my nails having clawed into my sides when I wasn’t paying attention<\/a>. <\/p>\n

I know that come some far tomorrow, I will learn to break yesterday. Dismantle what I cared about and wish instead for something else, but right now I wake up with my eyes watering, exhaustion paramount, only knowing that I hurt and that there’s nothing to hold me up<\/a>, nothing to feel right. <\/p>\n

Tyler<\/a> brought me to the opening of a comedy club tonight. It helped. The last man on, Marc Maron<\/a>, strangely reminded me of a welcoming yet possibly unsettling-only-if-I-consider-it mix of an ex of mine and my not-godfather-seriously-people, Michael Green<\/a>. In a charming aside, he explained from the stage why he and I shouldn’t go back to his hotel room and have sex. How it would only end in tears. His painted image had a lot of the intense flavour of We-Both-Have-The-T-Shirt. <\/p>\n

Walking through Crackton to the bus-stop, I wondered what it would be like to live in a building with a lobby and an elevator, a swimming pool in the basement that’s always watched by a security man on the other end of a camera. See, I know there’s an enormous sun-dial on top of Tinseltown that’s always wrong. It uses the apartment building as a gnomon, but it doesn’t account for any time in the world. Useless thing, I love it<\/a>. It’s not even pretty. It’s just this tacky secret for everyone who lives in a certain half of the building.<\/p>\n

Stephen sez: Here’s a low rez picture<\/a> of the Tinseltown sundial.<\/p>\n

(Oh, right, and I figure I should mention this because there are people here who would appreciate it: In spite of the fact that I have been barely sleeping, barely eating, I still scored apparently far too high (only 155) on an IQ test, resulting in the people testing me refusing to hire me on the basis that I would “get too bored”. I also “did them too fast” no matter they gave me half an hour to fill out only 80 questions. Oi. Shoot me. Least it’s Rosh Hashanah tomorrow, which means a delicious dinner at Silva’s<\/a>.)
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Originally uploaded by Foxtongue. I feel as if I were planted in a warm garden only to be drowned in someone else’s story, some thick memory of another woman’s legs wrapped around him and how that tangle painfully untied. This feels like it has so little to do with me that I don’t understand how … Continue reading “domni: “you do rather throw yourself into things with impressive abandon.””<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[1710,792,1711,201,14],"class_list":["post-3726","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-marc-maron","tag-oliver","tag-there-should-be-more","tag-tyler","tag-vancouver"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3726","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3726"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3726\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3726"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3726"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3726"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}