Tuesday, October 5, 2004
I messed up. I posted a later date before this one. So heres the story back in its continuity.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
As the Sun Sat Upon the Roof.
It took me about a year's worth of work to build this house. Well, I myself did not construct this glorious creation you have laid your eyes on. It was my year's worth of thinking of the most perfect home that could best suit my lifestyle and my needs. At it's finality, I had become as happy as a child on Christmas, recieving his favorite toy, that he had been wanting for so long. I remember that first day as I stood in amazement of what was before me. 'How could one person ever dream of such a magnificent living quarters', I asked myself. I quickly put down any doubt of its no existence, because after all, it was I who was that very artist that painted it out in my lifes savings and finally onto paper. Each brick was like a young child who I would have to nurture and show attention to and take care of for the rest of its life, until I was able to no longer take on the duties myself. Nothing in this house would become stained, not a crumb would drop to the floor, my determination to keep such things in tact was almost the end of me. Ah, you'll have to excuse me I am yet again getting head of myself. As I mentioned earlier, I remember that first day the house was complete. It seemed as if the sun was sitting atop my roof, smiling right down at me and saying, "You truely have the most wonderful home I have ever seen, do mind if I sit here a while and rest." What does one say to that? The sun, the very thing which gives us light everyday, one of the most important facts of our conciouss lives, asked me if he could sit upon my roof, MY ROOF!!! I did what anyone would, I simply replied with a yes. Oh, but how he quickly turned his visits into meetings of aggrevation. I had to rid myself of this horrible sun, that once was an honor to have sit upon my roof. What shall I do? What means shall I go by to destroy something that no human could possibly destroy. Then it came to my attention that maybe destroying it is not the best way to go about this; maybe my best way of canceling the cheerful, almost laughing in my face happiness was to cover him up with smoke, and in turn, eventually suffocate it.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
As the Sun Sat Upon the Roof.
It took me about a year's worth of work to build this house. Well, I myself did not construct this glorious creation you have laid your eyes on. It was my year's worth of thinking of the most perfect home that could best suit my lifestyle and my needs. At it's finality, I had become as happy as a child on Christmas, recieving his favorite toy, that he had been wanting for so long. I remember that first day as I stood in amazement of what was before me. 'How could one person ever dream of such a magnificent living quarters', I asked myself. I quickly put down any doubt of its no existence, because after all, it was I who was that very artist that painted it out in my lifes savings and finally onto paper. Each brick was like a young child who I would have to nurture and show attention to and take care of for the rest of its life, until I was able to no longer take on the duties myself. Nothing in this house would become stained, not a crumb would drop to the floor, my determination to keep such things in tact was almost the end of me. Ah, you'll have to excuse me I am yet again getting head of myself. As I mentioned earlier, I remember that first day the house was complete. It seemed as if the sun was sitting atop my roof, smiling right down at me and saying, "You truely have the most wonderful home I have ever seen, do mind if I sit here a while and rest." What does one say to that? The sun, the very thing which gives us light everyday, one of the most important facts of our conciouss lives, asked me if he could sit upon my roof, MY ROOF!!! I did what anyone would, I simply replied with a yes. Oh, but how he quickly turned his visits into meetings of aggrevation. I had to rid myself of this horrible sun, that once was an honor to have sit upon my roof. What shall I do? What means shall I go by to destroy something that no human could possibly destroy. Then it came to my attention that maybe destroying it is not the best way to go about this; maybe my best way of canceling the cheerful, almost laughing in my face happiness was to cover him up with smoke, and in turn, eventually suffocate it.