Will you sound it out, will you drown it out, will it raise you from the dead?

[sovay]

Rabbit, rabbit! The remainder of the previous month was taken out at the knees by the sinus infection I finally had diagnosed after a week of escalating too much pain to sleep. It is snowing in a small flecked glitter like salt in the streetlight. I am on the wrong coast to see next week's occultation of the Pleiades by the quarter moon. I really had hoped by this time of year for T Coronae Borealis. Mir zaynen do, mir veln zayn do. I miss the therapeutic purr of Dr. Autolycus.

Comments

[selkie]

I have not yet looked up which verb takes the infinitive in "Live to see them die," in Yiddish [I think the second one but if I'm putting it on a patch I don't want it wrong], but, you know. Mir veln lebn TO SEE THEM FUCKING DIE.

Deadlines are bullshit. Write when you're better. Someone keeps telling me that, Gentlethem. *hugs*

[sovay]

Mir veln lebn TO SEE THEM FUCKING DIE.

AMEYN.

(Looking for derlebn in its natural habitat, I hit this modern recording of "Fifty-fifty" from the Milken Archive which is slightly changing the subject, but really great.)

Deadlines are bullshit. Write when you're better. Someone keeps telling me that, Gentlethem.

*hugs*

[selkie]

That is a very perky song (partially) about revenge on Old Man Vanderbilt! Damn the man, get them nickels.

[sovay]

That is a very perky song (partially) about revenge on Old Man Vanderbilt! Damn the man, get them nickels.

KEYN TSAYT FARLIRN, SHNEL AYNFIRN FIFTY-FIFTY.

(It's still in my head.)