Play It Again Sam!
For today's entry boys and girls I decided just to write whatever came into my mind. You have fair warning that the following doesn't make much sense, but you are more than welcome to play the armchair psychologist and read into the passages what you may. I just got tired of writing things that made sense and were "witty" and "clever" (at least for today's journal!) So I submit with your approval my ramblings and pseudo-poetic verses. I like to think of them as abstract writings. Enjoy!
He wore a red bandana, went by the name of Jim.
Reckon we ain't seen much of his kind in this town.
Rode in on his steed named Clyde.
Reckon it was the 3rd of June.
Shit ain't been the same since he left us.
Ma told me that he done a whole lotta good.
Even if most folk think he done alotta wrong.
Ol' Jim had a saying "Always catch a wind sideways."
Ain't too sure I know quite what he was saying.
But whenever that wind starts blowing I'ma stand sideways.
Rhonda was her name oh yes Rhonda was her name.
Big blue eyes and a sad sad smile Rhonda was her name.
Stole my heart with just one glance Rhonda was her name.
Met in high school and married after Rhonda was her name.
Had three kids oh yes she did Rhonda was her name.
But then she left me for a woman Rhonda was her name.
Said she loved me all the same Rhonda was her name.
She lives with her and I'm alone Rhonda was her name.
Bought a collie to keep me comp'ny Rhonda was her name.
Rhonda was her name oh yes Rhonda was her name.
Playing the part of an asshole is no easy task indeed.
Playing the part of a poet has never been without seed.
I try O Lord to fill my innermost desires with what is right.
But the rain comes down and washes me away until I'm up at night.
So play your part young lad, but remember with equal claim.
Tomorrow's bills will not fold out until you've played the game.
Take me on your Road Jacky, lead me down your path.
Tell me that I'll live a life worth living.
Whisper to me the secrets of traveling and finding joy.
An existential journey spiraling down and down and down.
Fill me with brains and might and strength.
Make me strong oh Jacky, I won't tell them about you.
Even if they already know, is that why you drank so?
You drowned yourself to escape the oxygen of reality.
Is my road one of early death by my own hand?
You smell like heaven.
I'm just wearing Axe.
Yeah but you smell really good.
You don't think I smell like Euro trash?
No!
They do have good commercials though.
Huh?
Axe, funny commercials.
Yeah.
You don't think so?
I don't know, I haven't seen them.
Oh, ok.
What do you want to do tomorrow?
I don't know, see a movie.
I'm tired of seeing movies besides there's nothing good out.
There's that Tim Burton one.
I hate Tim Burton.
How can you hate Tim Burton. He's like the modern day genius of our time.
Eww no he's not. He's weird.
You're weird.
Shut up!
If only everyday writing was this simple, sigh. -Mike
He wore a red bandana, went by the name of Jim.
Reckon we ain't seen much of his kind in this town.
Rode in on his steed named Clyde.
Reckon it was the 3rd of June.
Shit ain't been the same since he left us.
Ma told me that he done a whole lotta good.
Even if most folk think he done alotta wrong.
Ol' Jim had a saying "Always catch a wind sideways."
Ain't too sure I know quite what he was saying.
But whenever that wind starts blowing I'ma stand sideways.
Rhonda was her name oh yes Rhonda was her name.
Big blue eyes and a sad sad smile Rhonda was her name.
Stole my heart with just one glance Rhonda was her name.
Met in high school and married after Rhonda was her name.
Had three kids oh yes she did Rhonda was her name.
But then she left me for a woman Rhonda was her name.
Said she loved me all the same Rhonda was her name.
She lives with her and I'm alone Rhonda was her name.
Bought a collie to keep me comp'ny Rhonda was her name.
Rhonda was her name oh yes Rhonda was her name.
Playing the part of an asshole is no easy task indeed.
Playing the part of a poet has never been without seed.
I try O Lord to fill my innermost desires with what is right.
But the rain comes down and washes me away until I'm up at night.
So play your part young lad, but remember with equal claim.
Tomorrow's bills will not fold out until you've played the game.
Take me on your Road Jacky, lead me down your path.
Tell me that I'll live a life worth living.
Whisper to me the secrets of traveling and finding joy.
An existential journey spiraling down and down and down.
Fill me with brains and might and strength.
Make me strong oh Jacky, I won't tell them about you.
Even if they already know, is that why you drank so?
You drowned yourself to escape the oxygen of reality.
Is my road one of early death by my own hand?
You smell like heaven.
I'm just wearing Axe.
Yeah but you smell really good.
You don't think I smell like Euro trash?
No!
They do have good commercials though.
Huh?
Axe, funny commercials.
Yeah.
You don't think so?
I don't know, I haven't seen them.
Oh, ok.
What do you want to do tomorrow?
I don't know, see a movie.
I'm tired of seeing movies besides there's nothing good out.
There's that Tim Burton one.
I hate Tim Burton.
How can you hate Tim Burton. He's like the modern day genius of our time.
Eww no he's not. He's weird.
You're weird.
Shut up!
If only everyday writing was this simple, sigh. -Mike