Well, our beloved TFE asked us to listen to a DREADFUL musical piece, and I really didn't care much about listening to it. At first, I posted this as verse; however, I realized that writing stream of consciousness would be more appropriate, so here it is. Those who enjoy reading the Molly Bloom's chapter of James Joyce's Ulysses might enjoy this, too. If you don't, well, there's always next week.
Meanwhile....YANKEES WON TONIGHT, SO THEY WILL GO ON TO THE WORLD SERIES!!!!!!!!!! Go Yankees!!!!!!!
Fragmented Foray upon my Cochlea
Anxiety, no sleep my mind where is my mind oh here it is right where I left it I can feel my heart beating is this all a nightmare which way should I turn so many doors so many options ah sweet serenity weightless waitless no need to focus ugh dissonance oh no I detest dissonance I'd rather be listening to my Ralph Vaughan Williams or Billie Holiday so much better than this and bellanova's rendition of "Stairway to Heaven" is so cool why didn't TFE listen to MY Playlist I wish this wretched violin would play something consonant consoling not what I wanted to hear today like sharp fingernails slowly making their way across a clean chalkboard oh the hair cells along my basilar membrane reach out in agony to hold tightly onto the ones along the back of my neck misery does love company where's my aspirin my eyes follow the red line to the end of this piece peace there I'm off a little Celtic Reverie to massage my brain
Jeanne I. Lakatos 2009
