The end of the world only matters if you love. . .
My weekend. . .
Oh man Saturday was hangover hell - a few drinks after work on Friday turned into LAST CALL! after something like 9 pints of beer. . . damn - I had quite a twist on - and then Saturday was puking crawling, sweating feverish, nauseous horrible day - not only did all I do was sleep - but coming back to consciousness was like trying to surface from murky water - with weird kelp-like thoughts tangling me as I fought my way up. . .
Saturday night when I felt human enough to make some soup, I created my new LJ community for song-writers song-writer and then played some guitar softly - writing some possible lyrics for my anti-war/end of the world/love song- but they are too cheesy - and while I like the guitar part, as usual I struggle with the freakin' lyrics - in my heart I want to say - the sea will not turn to blood, there will be no horsemen, no Christ on a horse with flaming sword coming over the horizon, the seals to be broken, no angels with trumpets, no censers set afire and thrown to earth, no locusts that can read the sign of gods upon the foreheads of men, no marriage of the lamb - no there will be nothing righteous or spectacular at the end of our world - except for the righteousness of those who are willing to die as they lived and not be afraid - the only god there will be is love - and if there will be a wedding - if there will be a heaven - let me find it here on earth before the pathetic whimper that the will be the end of mankind comes. I am not scared of Gog, Magog, Rosh, Mesheck, Tubal, Persia, Cush, and Put. I am not scared at all - but I am sorry - when the end does come there will be no devil behind it - there will be no one to split the goats from the lambs - we will only have ourselves to blame - there will be no heroes and no villians just weak scared flawed people - mankind makes me want to cry sometimes - the only devils I know are men like Bush who take the will of people who's safety they have been charged with and twist it to fulfill his own petty desire to have a name in history and to fill the pockets of his cronies and superiors.
I am babbling.
On Sunday, I had to work for a few hours because of that Billboard.com project I mentioned a while back - and afterwards I went to the hospital to see roybatty who alternately seems okay all things considered and seems like about to cough up a lung and fall over dead - I'm sure he'll persevere, but hospitals are scary places regardless.
Afterwards, I went home to play some guitar - and then went to hang with Colleen some before coming home to work on my story hour.
Oh man Saturday was hangover hell - a few drinks after work on Friday turned into LAST CALL! after something like 9 pints of beer. . . damn - I had quite a twist on - and then Saturday was puking crawling, sweating feverish, nauseous horrible day - not only did all I do was sleep - but coming back to consciousness was like trying to surface from murky water - with weird kelp-like thoughts tangling me as I fought my way up. . .
Saturday night when I felt human enough to make some soup, I created my new LJ community for song-writers song-writer and then played some guitar softly - writing some possible lyrics for my anti-war/end of the world/love song- but they are too cheesy - and while I like the guitar part, as usual I struggle with the freakin' lyrics - in my heart I want to say - the sea will not turn to blood, there will be no horsemen, no Christ on a horse with flaming sword coming over the horizon, the seals to be broken, no angels with trumpets, no censers set afire and thrown to earth, no locusts that can read the sign of gods upon the foreheads of men, no marriage of the lamb - no there will be nothing righteous or spectacular at the end of our world - except for the righteousness of those who are willing to die as they lived and not be afraid - the only god there will be is love - and if there will be a wedding - if there will be a heaven - let me find it here on earth before the pathetic whimper that the will be the end of mankind comes. I am not scared of Gog, Magog, Rosh, Mesheck, Tubal, Persia, Cush, and Put. I am not scared at all - but I am sorry - when the end does come there will be no devil behind it - there will be no one to split the goats from the lambs - we will only have ourselves to blame - there will be no heroes and no villians just weak scared flawed people - mankind makes me want to cry sometimes - the only devils I know are men like Bush who take the will of people who's safety they have been charged with and twist it to fulfill his own petty desire to have a name in history and to fill the pockets of his cronies and superiors.
I am babbling.
On Sunday, I had to work for a few hours because of that Billboard.com project I mentioned a while back - and afterwards I went to the hospital to see roybatty who alternately seems okay all things considered and seems like about to cough up a lung and fall over dead - I'm sure he'll persevere, but hospitals are scary places regardless.
Afterwards, I went home to play some guitar - and then went to hang with Colleen some before coming home to work on my story hour.