Icarus's blog: "Just South of Blue."

I got ambushed by a 6-order day yesterday, should've been 1.
1 is not 6.

Today I worked about the same volume, and we're shipping plugs to the Northeast... y'know
plugs

for generators.

I can't feel my feet
or my right arm.

And I was informed, toward the end of today, that tomorrow would be today
the sequel.

Three BIG days in a row might make me crumble a bit, in a messy, sinewy heap.

But I got some dark tea, and Gomez on the radio.

Several of these songs make me think about making out with strangers.

Good memories mostly.












I'm still mad, but I remember several sets of lips.
The ones on my mind lately were Jordy's.





That was a naive,
pure,
crazy
girl.


















Bit of a moon goddess, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a tortilla.














We didn't get to say goodbye really.
More like good luck.
















I never really saw myself with her, but... for a while there, it kinda made sense to be a father.
I think it occurred to everyone around her.

She could've been a village.

instead we're an island.