Do not listen to the others. Do not go away and come another day. I simply adore you. As for the old man who snores. His head bump was in no way related to you being present at the time. You were simply a witness to a horrible accident. I’d love it if you could make this visit last.
Your Biggest fan Dustyn
I love the rain, my favourite weather condition :)
Here’s a rough live demo of the track we wrote on Wednesday - we use a fairly cheap bit of kit to record rehearsals, so the sound is amazing, and the levels max out several times but hopefully you’ll forgive that and enjoy the song. I think it has the potential to be a great fucking song! Dan
Check out the song we wrote at practice on Tuesday!
A 1000-word sentence. Part of a collection of short stories I wrote, each story being 500 words longer than the last.
“Given the choice between the experience of PAIN and nothing, I would choose pain” - William Faulkner
There is a scar on my arm where the skin is thick and discoloured and the texture is strangely smooth almost like cling film has been stretched over the wound where the surgeon made his incision all those years ago with his scalpel and his professionally trained eye and his precise and steady hand and when this was coupled with the caring and experienced approach of whoever stitched the wound the result ensured that it would heal properly and cleanly and without further complication or pain or any notion of the original trauma besides the visual and that isn’t saying much as it really is quite minimal and rather hidden and then on the fingertips on my left hand is a build up of callous skin caused by eighteen months of guitar practice where the skin has been constantly worn away and forced to rebuild itself again and again but stronger and harder and tougher and now when the steel strings cut deep into the flesh my fingertips are prepared as they have changed and adapted and grown in readiness for the next practice and the next trauma allowing me to play for longer and without pain or discomfort and I look back and laugh to think that I could only play for five minutes when I first started and then there are parts of my body which bruise occasionally perhaps from a bump at work or from a knock in the gym and the bruised area becomes discoloured and tender like a rainbow of pain in yellows and greens and blues and purples and yet this only lasts for a few days nothing more that a minor inconvenience a blemish which my body heals and makes new as if nothing were ever wrong and there are these headaches I get sometimes which vary from mild to severe and are an annoyance but never a threat and rarely last more than a couple of hours at worst and there are mouth ulcers and burned tongues and cuts on the ceiling of the mouth which seem to heal before you know it and there are the nosebleeds which my body has under control in minutes and then there’s the aches and pains I get from workouts where the muscle fibres have been torn and strained and are rebuilding themselves for next time it is a dull ache a kind of reminder that my body is working hard to repair itself in time for my next workout in time for the next occasion when I choose to place my various limbs and joints under immense strain my body is adapting and growing and trying to ensure that I can withstand the rigors of the world and my workouts and that I won’t fall ill to sickness or injury but instead grow stronger and more ready for any challenge and there are colds and the sore throats and the stomach bugs and the viruses which knock me on my back but only ever seem to slow me down and there are the many places on my body where cuts and bruises and maladies of all kinds have all healed fully without scars or callous or any indication they ever existed at all and it just proves how amazing the human body and how well engineered we all are and how resilient we are as a species and it is further demonstration of the survival characteristics that mean we have endured for millennia against harsh odds and brutal experience and that either by a process of natural selection we have adapted to fight off disease or by creating synthetic cures for our many ailments which has left us continually better able to endure and it goes to prove the old adage that what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger and I marvel at the way my body seems capable of fighting off injury and disease and malady without so much as a scratch and not only that but to return stronger and in better condition most of the time which only goes to make it more bizarre and more confusing that there is a part of my body which does not heal like the rest which does not adapt and rebuild and grow stronger after every ill and which refuses to learn from it’s mistakes or past grievances and doesn’t generate thick scar tissue but instead wears its wounds in plain sight unable to recover or to fix itself and it is the only part of my body which never grows accustomed to pain of any level whether slight or severe from a dull ache to a sharp sting to a total break the part I’m referring to seems to be behind the rest of the body in evolutionary terms and I don’t know how I’ve survived this long with only one as it often seems so fragile that I’m not sure it’s up to the task and I worry that the next injury could be the last and in case you haven’t realized yet the part of my body I’m referring to is my heart as it is my heart which carries the open wounds of old breakages which refuse to heal or recover and it is my heart that wears these wounds like notches on its belt as if an indication of age and experience and it is my heart which hurts just as much each and every single time it is damaged as it did the very first time all those years ago and it is my heart which is so fragile that I barely let it anybody have it anymore through fear of more pain as it seems to know no capacity or tolerance for injury from the hands of careless people who have left wounds with far from surgical precision and it is with this in mind that I beg and implore you to be careful if I give it to you as my heart does not callous.