Dulled

I’ve been feeling rather dull of late. I’m not doing anything interesting. I go to the gym, run errands, read and slowly explore painting in a new way. Spontaneously abstract – that rottwellian meningioma in ma tête having banjaxed my hand/eye coordination. And I wait for the holidays to pass which is when I’ll hear the exact date of my bean opening and excavation.

As far as I know, it’s still on for end of next week but who knows.

I’m in a holding pattern, being held together and mostly functional by a little green pill. The corticosteroid I began popping while away in the land of ice and snow.

Ya know, it occurs to me that this holding pattern would be more peaceful – not angst riddled – and a hella lot more fun if I was spending it floating in my quiet Silica lagoon.

Lemme know if the verbal bomb-throwers who sit safely away in their mansions, penthouses and Fox studios, those despicable inciters of the desperately ignorant and unstable, finally stop "coyly" hinting around. Lemme know if those delusional, all too easily gulled, dipshit MAGAts start their fascist, uncivil war.

I’ll be over here – attempting my doc-recommended calm.

I have been mostly dull lately. Like a butter knife. And hoping to find, when called upon, something more in my arsenal than a butter knife. Unless my opponent is actually butter. Then that would be fine. Room temperature butter.
~ Bill Callahan, Letters to Emma Bowlcut

I like to prowl ordinary places.
I feel sorry for us all or glad for us
all
caught alive together
and awkward in that way.

there's nothing better than the joke
of us
the seriousness of us
the dullness of us
~ Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit

To be matter of fact about the world is to blunder into fantasy – and dull fantasy at that, as the real world is strange and wonderful. 
~ Robert Heinlein

For some there is no music
No lights
No fire
No untamed madness that breathes life
There is work
Anguish
Frustration
Rage
Despair
A dullness that rings like wooden thunder”
~ Henry Rollins 

He is not only dull himself, but the cause of dullness in others.
~ Samuel Foote

Conform and be dull.
~ James Frank Dobie

I see dull people as projects ... to be reformed.
~ Ben Elton, Two Brothers

Dying is a very dull, dreary affair. And my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it.
~ W. Somerset Maugham

Truth is always exciting. Speak it, then, Life is dull without it.
~ Pearl Buck