{"id":2383,"date":"2013-03-14T11:03:45","date_gmt":"2013-03-14T15:03:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/?p=2383"},"modified":"2013-03-14T11:39:21","modified_gmt":"2013-03-14T15:39:21","slug":"all-night-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/2013\/03\/14\/all-night-words\/","title":{"rendered":"All Night Words"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The room was dark and time was slow. At last check it was around 3:30a. I had written around 4 pages, descriptions of a thing, and was being tortured by the wrong words, or the empty spaces indicating what&#8217;s missing. The agony of holding onto what can&#8217;t be described is pure. Like the All Night Room, empty spaces can remind me of how singular all experience is. Even if I wanted to share and connect with a person, I am never able to. The words are always wrong, the meanings too easily interpreted in different ways. Everything communicated feels like an approximation, and not the actual thing.<\/p>\n<p>You know, they&#8217;re perfect for each other&#8211; Words and the All Night Room. They dance there. They love it. Hell, they make it happen&#8230; I mean really, they force it to happen. Selfish if you ask me, because they trap me there. Maybe it&#8217;s a form of entertainment for them. I guess I&#8217;m a pretty funny guy. I&#8217;d laugh at myself if I wasn&#8217;t busy destroying myself.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/l1XlFPR.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-2390\" title=\"nobody home\" src=\"http:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/l1XlFPR-1024x578.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"578\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/l1XlFPR-1024x578.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/l1XlFPR-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.obsidiannoise.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/l1XlFPR.jpg 1911w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Today my legs are swollen and vascular from The Routine. The soreness everywhere, from my ass to my calves, is fantastic. It&#8217;s not excruciating. My legs are not damaged or injured. Just sore&#8211; enough to feel nice when massaging, and enough to feel like I actually did some hard work, enough to appear worked over for a day. My shins are a little bruised from kicking the pads, first the heavy bag routines and then with a coach holding targets. He said I have some of the strongest kicks he&#8217;s ever felt, \u00a0but that it&#8217;s inconsistent. Sometimes my hips are loose enough to swing my legs like heavy tree branches into the target. That impact is among the greatest sensations I have known, maybe second to you know what. Other times they tighten up at the moment of impact, diminishing some of the power, and that&#8217;s frustrating and uncomfortable.<\/p>\n<p>I do not have a full day today. I have plenty to do, but only two meetings scheduled, 2-3, and 3-4 with my boss. That&#8217;s a nice feeling. I&#8217;m thinking about how nice it&#8217;ll be when the day is done and I can hit the sauna and massage my legs and drink protein. I can&#8217;t wait for that. I&#8217;m 201lbs and lean as hell right now, feeling efficient. The machinery of my body is solid, no weak links, clean inside and out.<\/p>\n<p>If only the machinery of my mind was as easy to work on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The room was dark and time was slow. At last check it was around 3:30a. 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