Tuesday 15 August 2006

Oh, that's rubbish

So, yes, this week I am bleeding. Menstruation, ladies and gentlemen, politely referred to as period. If I was a Dogon woman I would be put in a special hut for the duration of my period, which I think is very wise, but I am not a Dogon woman so I'll just stay in my room, bleeding.

Get up, organize things, feel the pain, lay down again, feel better, make a cup of tea, watch the boys go up and down the stairs unchangeable, smiley, stable, feel the pain again, go back to my room, relax, feel ok again, grab the guitar, make some music, feel a great deal of pain, breath, feel ok again, make a song about pain, grab my rhyming dictionary...

This rhyming dictionary I have is organized in a very unpractical way. I have to go through all endings to find the one I want, but then I come across weird rhymes and feel like changing the song to fit them, poor rhymes, cos I'm sure no one is going to rhyme vagina with North Carolina, and it makes me really sad.

Fuck it. I go downstairs again, make another cup of tea, watch people cook, FEEL A LOT OF PAIN AGAIN, I stare at the wall, no, better stare at something else, ouch, fucking hell, I stare at our collection of bins, the organic bin, the recycling bin and the landfill bin. Landfill, OUCH, as the name says, fills the land with things we can't recycle. My house only must produce a big bag a day. I just wonder where we are going to put all the landfill bins from all our houses.

Most houses put all their rubbish in one bin, fuckers, trusting the government to do something nice with it. Bush is going to do something about them bags, I suppose. Maybe they are going to launch them into space! Yeah! P. C. was telling me about this guy who's building a lift that goes all the way to space. Maybe we can use it to get rid of our rubbish!! Alien creatures would be astonished to bump into our stupid rubbish somewhere far away and would probably think it's a sign, an S.O.S., and they would follow the rubbish till they get here, to see that rubbish is all we've got at the moment, and they would fly back, moaning.

14 comments:

Indigobusiness said...

We should've named South Carolina Uranus.

Send in the salps.

Hope you're feeling better. Pity the fool who crosses you in your condition.

Indigobusiness said...

I should never post when I've been drinking.

Let this be a lesson to me.

Anonymous said...

i've heard that you can lessen the painful effects of menstrating through cutting out diary products and getting fitter.....

Twit said...

Hey, thanks for the link to my lowly wee site! Were you menstruating when you added it? ;]
(It's "rings" though -if you would)

I might as well say this too while I'm being "neighbourly"(?): I listen to your electro-tunes (do they belong to a genre?) quite a lot - cool stuff, perfect background vibes for my late night wanderings.

I'd like to hear more.

Hertz Hertz said...

Oh, good to be home!! Went to Dublin to see Eddie Izzard's gig, went back, sang with my band and played drum n bass in a mini festival in my back garden, slept 4 hours and worked at the rolling stones gig!!!

Soooo good to get home and find your comments here!!! I missed you!

Indigo, please post when you are drunk! Experiment with the anal second circuit with no guilt! It is fun! thanks for the link.

Oh, Anonymous! I indulged myself in a binge cheese eating night! That's why I got so fucked up! thanks for the tip.

Twit, I like your blog eventhough I don't really get it. Yes, I was menstruatin when I added it to my list of blogs, LoL.

I'm flattered you liked my music. I'm making more. Did you go to http://www.myspace.com/pauladaunt as well?

Kisses

Indigobusiness said...

Welcome back, Paula. Your post is so vibrant and alive, it makes me feel I've been dead for some time, now.

Not even guiltlessly experimenting with the anal second circuit can save me now.

Somebody throw some dirt on me.

Hertz Hertz said...

Indigo, please talk to my doctor: http://www.drhyatt.net/

Read all his books, take some LSD, we are gods, we make reality.

Indigobusiness said...

Luciferian Society?
Thanks, but I'm not much of a joiner. Besides, I need a nurse more than a doctor.

Faemblem of divstellatio is interesting, though...and I'm particularly intrigued by Erectaclysm.

I've heard of Dr. Hyatt, with his blend of blend of Reichian physiotherapy and tantric yoga. All that has a nice ring to it, but I'm not sure he can heal what ails me.

Just shoot me.

Twit said...

I went to your "myspace" & grabbed "DarkMatterXpress" & "MoonInnit" to add to t'other
12 tracks I've got. Nice noise; please continue.

Anyway, so you like my blog even though you don't "really get it"? That will do (for now!). Just visit it regularly & your life will get even better (if that's possible).


Don't look down, Paula.



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Indigobusiness said...

Well, my Blue Man Group cap and t-shirt finally arrived, so life's suddenly worth living again.

Keep me off the highwire.

treacle said...

Paulette I managed to see you play on Saturday - fantastic. And I am with you on the menstrual pain thing. Next time try lavender to help keep you calm.

Anonymous said...

Hi Paula,

This post made me laugh out loud! :)

Hope you didn't get in trouble today about being so late for your massage job...

X

Lazy said...

Nothing like the balancing act of the high-wire insomniac, Indy!

Those links were vaguely mind-blowing.

I'm sitting here warm in bed with a big lump of hash laptop on lap with no hope of sleep despite the valium and valerian...

I'm going to have to get used to this all over... Time... there's so much of it... what do you do with it all?

It's like when people say "ah, life is short". No it's not, you idiot - what exactly is there that is longer than life, hein?

Oh you beautiful people.

Indigobusiness said...

Lazy, Lazy, Lazy- Vaguely blowing your mind is like phoning-in an orgasm.

Valerian sprang-up in my garden this year. I told my straightlaced neighbors it was marijuana. It vaguely blew their minds.

Life is short, until it becomes unbearable....then, it is much too long.

I find it an oddly unnatural imbalance that there is no male parallel for the female period. Period.

The only thing longer than life, is August in Texas.