I love my job sometimes. (Taken with instagram)
Bayerische Staatsbibliothek, BSB Clm 835, detail of image 66 (30v?). Psalter. England (Gloucester?), 1st quarter of the 13th century.
Last night I dreamt of Beethoven and I must’ve woken up and written down what he said, I don’t remember doing this but when I awoke my notebook on the night stand was full of German phrases. I asked a friend of mine to translate… and here’s what Beethoven had to say.
Gods erection goes in all directions
stimulated by all the colors and sound
I once was lost
but now I’m found
cries the endless yawning
black hole in the ground
A puppet on a string
you are alone with everything
the puppetmaster sings
because he doesn’t exist
there is only everything-Editors note: We were in a Cracker Barrel having breakfast, I had ham and eggs and Beethoven was eating a giant waffle covered with strawberries and whipped cream.
i finally allowed myself to love myself enough to end an abusive relationship. one always thinks they know how they would react in a black and white situation, but there’s always so much grey area. i just can’t fix us both.
i love him and i really hope he can get himself together, for his own sake. i’m sad to see things end, and i wish him the best.
ugh. tonight, i’m very heavy.
