Interlude
Ah rhubarb pie. It must be the one thing that both the Devil and God can agree upon. I kind of zoned dress dinner out tonight. I spent most of the time writing poetry and drawing pictures on a napkin. When I read the poem I wrote I was interested. It said sad things to me. Like looking into a dish of rain water. And then to make things even worse, I was made privy to the fact that people can't be condiluted. Son of a bitch. Only situations or realities can be described with that adjective. But on a lighter note, I found a wooly mammoth forsaken by his people at the foot of the cross. I rather like him and intend to keep it. Nazi Patsy is fucking with my life. She's taking away from me an intergral part of my day...and that really chaps my hide. To quote peter, "jesus shit," I may have to become a nail biter to get over this situation.
If there is anything I took away from "The Moor's Last Sigh" it was the term Jabberwocky Days. We are all truley living in Jaberwocky days. Finding oursleves with our noses to the grindstones and feet in the air. All helter skelter and backwards. My reality is CONDILUTED, but I'm only capable of being complex or confused. WHAT A CRUEL UNCARING GOD! ANy how I watch hopes topple down like the towers of ilium, but I keep going on. I am convinced that I can seduce any truth I want out of this lifetime.
Austin, it's a fucking travisty. We better do something...and quick.
If there is anything I took away from "The Moor's Last Sigh" it was the term Jabberwocky Days. We are all truley living in Jaberwocky days. Finding oursleves with our noses to the grindstones and feet in the air. All helter skelter and backwards. My reality is CONDILUTED, but I'm only capable of being complex or confused. WHAT A CRUEL UNCARING GOD! ANy how I watch hopes topple down like the towers of ilium, but I keep going on. I am convinced that I can seduce any truth I want out of this lifetime.
Austin, it's a fucking travisty. We better do something...and quick.