jackshoegazer | Murder is not for the fainted. They're sleeping, you see. (Reply)

Having arrived home from purchasing Thai Jasmine and Indian Basmati rice, I sit and write what I then wrote:

Day upon day of gloom
has rested in the sky-
clouding judgment
and disturbing dreams
with pinnacles of light
thrusting down
to penetrate
the night.

    And I mean it. I feel like I haven't seen the sun in weeks, and being on third shift and thereby sleeping most days, does nothing but exacerbate that impression. I used to think seasonal affectiveness disorder was a crock of shite. Then I did a large amount of research into the pineal gland, melatonin and vitamin D production, all of which are linked to sunlight. Now, I feel like a wilted plant, the sheltered half of a childhood science project. Somewhere, there is another of me, getting all the sunlight and love a photosynthesizing entity could hope for, while I rest in a dark box, ignored by the glorious incendiary nuclear reactor in the sky.It hasn't been all for naught, because it has left me in an introspective mood, forcing my inner sun to shine, if you will. A lot of malfunctions have been highlighted, as well as their solutions and I'm almost optimistic. I've also been formulating my next novel, and it's starting to take shape.

    I am going to go forward with my Jack Shoegazer, Esoteric Investigator idea. He is going to have a Watson-like research assistant/sidekick, a Frenchman named Avec Moi. Jack is going to get brought in to investigate a mysterious incident, what most people described as an explosion, but a few said they saw strange lights and weird unidentified flying objects. And I will tie this all into the origins of Scientology, L. Ron Hubbard, Jet Propulsion Laboratories, Ceremonial Magick, Aleister Crowley, and the LAM/Grey phenomenon. Now I just have to find some time to write it.

    Ah, Jacquelyn made a stir-fry with one of my aforementioned rices and I must now eat. Toodles!