Cottonwood cemetery at twilight under the full moon
Lost soles, and a little more bared than feet?
Spunk has become my personal trainer and taskmaster.
This is how it’s done, pathetic, weakling, weeny paparazzo
Come on, you wicked, weeny, whimpy weightlifter! Add more weight! Do more reps! Do more sets! Push through it until it burns and you feel like you’re going to puke!
I have my eye on you, you lazy lackey. Even though you are lying on the bench press, there is no rest for whimpy, wicked, weeny paparazzi!
I’m going to make you press until you puke! You pectorally challenged, pathetic, catatonic paparazzo Puke!
You can’t get up. Do more reps. Do more sets! I’m going to hold you down until you press and puke.
Loki doing his kitty Tai chi streches.
Bromeliad that Laurie got to bloom again. Quite an accomplishment in our dry climate.
Catatonic kitty! The poor, pesky, pathetic excuse of a puke paparazzo wore out the taskmaster.
Jake and I went out for a short walk between light rain showers tonight.
Doppel decided he had had enough of the wild and asked to come inside at 3:00 a.m. this morning. We took him to the vet for an examination and testing this afternoon. For the most part, Doppel is healthy. No leukemia or FIV. However, he does have an infection of some kind. The vet called at 9:00 p.m. to tell us Doppel would be ready to be picked up in around 30 minutes.
When we left at 9:15 p.m. to get Doppel, the moon was covered by clouds. When we got to the veterinary clinic at 9:40 p.m., the eclipsing moon was emerging from behind the clouds. When we left at 10:12 PM the moon was at peak eclipse. When we got home, the moon was covered by the clouds again.
The moon behind the clouds at 9:15 p.m.
Eclipse at 9:40 p.m.
Eclipse in stereo at 10:02 p.m.
The peak of the eclipse at 10:12 p.m.
The moon was behind the clouds after we got back home with Doppel.
While walking in a dark forest in southern Germany on March 15th, I was caught in a sudden cold and violent storm a mile from home. As I trudged through the trees, my boots sinking into the soggy soil, I heard the faint cries of spirits and the mournful lamentations of ghosts swirling through the trees. The cold wind carried their complaints about a dark and violent past through the forest, still echoing sadness about the state of the world. As I scraped mud from my boots and wrung out the rain from my soaked hair, I bid farewell to the ghosts of the forest’s dark past, leaving them outdoors to their eternal lament.
The lyrics are a mixture of English and archaic Goth (somewhat reminiscent of Latin), which seemed appropriate after getting caught in a violent storm in a dark, ancient forest in southern Germany. The chorus is archaic Goth, and the bridge and outro are the translation of the chorus. The pre-outro, or second bridge, is the translation of the Goth used in the third verse.
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Thoughts Turned Cold Timothy Price
[Verse 1] Thoughts turned cold, face stung by frozen rain Plagent wind lamented years of weltschmerz Checked the date, indeed, the Ides of March march on
[Verse 2] Archaic thoughts fall into foggy bottoms Like dark matter filling ancient voids Persistent question placed on repeat Oh my god, what have they done? What have they done?
[Pre-Chorus] As steps sank into soggy soil, sad spirits sang
[Chorus – Archaic Goth] Weltschmerz ululant repline mit plangor keen Susurrate atrabilious lacrimonias pang Misosophy atramentous luctiferous ainamma jah allaim
[Bridge -Translation of the chorus] A melancholic sadness about the state of the world Let out a loud cry to feel a sorrowful discontent With a loud lemanting wail for the dead Whispers meloncholic full of tears reget Hatred of wisdom black as ink bringing sorrow to one and all
[Verse 3] Scraped spirits off my boots, ploration in querimonious woe Wrung Nixie from my hair, Kelpie slid to Undine slabs dispersing under foot Shut the door leaving gasts outdoors, tenebrific exanclate
[Pre-Chorus] Steps sank into soggy soil, sad spirits sang
[Chorus] Weltschmerz ululant repline mit plangor keen Susurrate atrabilious lacrimosa pang Misosophy atramentous luctiferous ainamma jah allaim
[Pre-Outro – Translation of verse 3] Loud weeping with complaints of great sorrow Water spirits shape-shift to elemental ghosts Making darkness, struggling through suffering
[Outro] A melancholic sadness about the state of the world Let out a loud cry to feel sorrowful discontent With a loud lemanting wail for the dead Whispers meloncholic full of tears reget Hatred of wisdom black as ink bringing sorrow to one and all
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