October 28, 2004

  • Some nights stick…

    Very weird. Very. Sometimes. Your mind. Just doesn’t… go. Every. Word. A. struggle.

    Andsometimesyourthoughswontstopracingonandonandoninabigfatstringofjammed
    consonantsvowelseverywhereoneleadingintotheotherleadingtocontinualmusingsandcalculationslikeabadacidtriptrainwreckyoucantgetofffrom.

    And so this night emerges, vacillating from pole to pole, oscillating like a mad grandpappy clock.

    Its an amber mooner eclipse which shall not reappear (or disappear) for another seven years. Tonight some poor soul will wake up next to their lover and find him cold, his last breath long exhaled. Tonight two young punks will try to find that slippery happiness by forging new ground carnally. Tonight someone will cry, dream, die, fuck, curse, yell, fight, rape, steal, kill… tonight energies converged for a mighty mix of mischief and magic.

    What happens when you live through history? Do you remember as it happened? Does the moment shine in your memories? Does it expand, does every retelling add to it, skew it, bend it to your optimal whim?

    What happens to a dream when you wake up? Where do fairies go when they die? Does god exist? Why won’t maddona sleep with me? Was jesus the best or worst jew?

    Nothing means anything or everything has meaning. Answers lead to questions which lead to more questions which are really answers onto themselves.

    Why take yourself so seriously? Don’t we all have daughters? Dont we all cry when it rains?

    I have ten toes, ten fingers, one penis, one brain, one heart. I have an ego, a soul, an idea.

    You have nothing but these words for now. Maybe its enough, maybe someday you will understand.
    What goes up, must come down, unless… unless it doesn’t know that.

    So lets keep it to ourselves, and let it soar past the heavens.