Dec. 7th, 2009

ineffabelle: (flo microphone)
Sorry if I've been fairly inactive lately.  Things are very strange and intense for me this holiday season.  It's like everything in my life has been compressed, a wave of force pushing me up an exponential hill... hard to describe better than that really.  The omega point is getting closer and closer, and yet the gateway through to the other side is not quite ready for me yet.
Oh well, I've never been someone to do things the easy way.

I feel like someone who's been living in the woods for so long, they forgot how to speak to people.  I mean all the words are there, but they are a private language only.  My mc'pozzmic/instrumental thinking is sharper than ever, but I can't function in The City right now, so to speak.
ineffabelle: (flo inquiring)
Ok, it's a silly [x] generator, but this one did make me laugh:

On the twelfth day of Christmas, ineffabelle sent to me...
Twelve regohemias drumming
Eleven ninjers piping
Ten dirigibles a-leaping
Nine cyphers dancing
Eight metanarratives a-ravelling
Seven codes a-weaving
Six hypostasis unravelling
Five apo-o-o-ocatastasis
Four monophysites
Three cryptognosis
Two gay philosophers
...and a shekhinah in a pneumatology.
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