Fortune Cookie Sentiment

Although it may feel awkward or even painful due to emotional smoke hanging in the air, it's never wrong to say "I love you."

embers

think of the beauty that led you astray
the evil lurking behind the smile
that ripped your heart to pieces
and destroyed a part of your soul
a precious part of what was once you
now cold and lifeless
throw a match to the past, to the present
and warm yourself by the fire
walk into the future with the dream
that maybe someday things will be better

cold nights, sad songs

days break apart into anonymous fragments
cold nights, sad songs
facets that once gave a comfortable luster
sparking an inner flame
do little more than grind the spirit
until all feels like unfathomable lead
constricting the heart
draining all from the spectrum
leaving nothing but hues unpleasant
defying any color scheme outside of soil
strata upon strata of diminishing light
brown giving way to black
cold nights, sad songs

Thanksgiving

Not much of a feast for the turkey.

Quote of the Day

"God gave the world dogs to make up for having to deal with other people."

Halloween?

Leave it to this town (and probably several others) to totally wreck a perfectly good holiday and to protect children by potentially putting them in danger. Good work, Owensboro. Halloween is October 31. Not October 30 or whatever day you deem Halloween to be.

Some half-baked idea to observe Halloween on Saturday because Sunday is a church day followed by a school day is pretty ignorant if you ask me. Not that you officially did, but since you appear to be reading this shit, then you sort of did.

Why not leave the holiday as it is and let parents be parents? If they want their kids in church on a Sunday evening, then by all means, take the kids to church. If they're concerned about the next day being a school day, then how about taking them Trick-Or-Treating early with an eye on the clock and their children's bedtime.

Saturday tends to be one of the days with a higher percentage of drinking and driving. So sure, let's let children mill through the streets in search of a sugar buzz when others may have been seeking a buzz of a more adult nature and happen to be behind the wheel of a vehicle.

Makes perfect sense to me.

The last gasps of October

The day began in a state of exhaustion and it has come full circle. Truth be told, it probably never truly deviated from that position as the day progressed. A week with some accomplishment and even some praise to accompany it for a change. In spite of it all, I am glad that I can aim my gaze in another direction for a brief period of time.

There's not much to divert my attention and prevent me from dwelling on the past. Insincere words still live in my head even though they've since proven to be nothing more than hollowed out bullshit. The problem is that I was stupid enough to buy into that myth while being played for a chump. It was somewhat good until the whole house of cards tumbled into a heap.

Anyone for a game of 52 pickup?

Dream of the Insomniac

Sleep is taunting me just out of grasp. Infuriating and annoying at a time when neither are particularly necessary nor are they welcome. Besides, why would I want to rest when there are so many thoughts ripping through my head at once? Today's problems and yesterday's memories dancing upon the strata of a thousand sleepless nights. There is nothing else to do but stare into the darkness waiting for it to extinguish the burning embers into cool gray ash.

Playlist

Since words are kind of few and far between right now, I figure some of the tunes that are running through my head might fill in the blanks until inspiration, words, and goodness return.











(I couldn't find a decent clip of the Bob Dylan original, so it was between Johnny Cash and Mike Ness for the cover version.)

9/29/10

After swimming in the oceans of bullshit that people bring to my world, it seemed like a lovely day to close the door, extinguish the light and watch Pink Floyd The Wall while waiting for better days to arrive.

Until that happens, I am going to sit and watch the DVD with my dog, consume some peanut M&Ms, maybe go buy a lottery ticket and research the Witness Relocation Program. Perhaps take a little sinus medication.

The pig says "Oink."

...and Porky Pig says it with a stutter.

9/19/10

For as long as I can remember, I have always hated this time of year. It likely goes back to my youth and starting another year of school. If that wasn't bad enough, things gradually wither and fade as winter grabs the environment in a stranglehold until it gives in. Those handful of months are like a slow death until spring comes and life begins again.

While this summer has been blisteringly hot and dry for so long, it is preferable to the coming season. Not by much, but enough to edge out in a photo finish. Knowing what is coming becomes a fight with depression and I put down my weapons long ago.

The days grow shorter, the air gets colder and the breeze that would have been nice in the summer finally makes an icy appearance reinforcing its presence several months too late. There is absolutely nothing to do but face it and accept it. It is the proverbial bitter pill to swallow without a chaser.

It all makes me appreciate the fact that I wasn't born in these months. Even though my own birthday is often encased in a block of ice and frigid temperatures, it is marginally better than these months of decline.

succubus

reconnect the disconnect
establish and confirm what was probably never there in the first place
the long distance runaround collapses into a breathless heap
where's the beef?
in a ditch littered with debris and refuse
lather, rinse, repeat as needed
divide, conquer, and shove the flag up your ass
stop, drop and roll, baby, roll



One of those days that supports my theory that God created dogs to make putting up with the bullshit of the human race seem worthwhile. Some folks don't accept criticism very well and that's a shame because they probably need more of it to trim the rampant ego. For the semi-innocent bystander, it's a sight to behold. The problems occurs when I am forced to reason with an unreasonable voice. In the end, I'm not sure where it leaves me except wanting to repeatedly thump someone in the forehead with an extended middle finger until the sentiment becomes internal.

Eye clamped shut in a vain attempt to spontaneously combust or simply teleport myself to an environment that is 72% user friendly. Anything more than that would be considered showing off and no one likes a show off unless there is a distinct chance for it to intermingle with the agony of defeat.

fresh gasp of air

I was thinking that maybe I should start doing this thing again. It pretty much took a backseat for a while then after getting consumed by own bullshit, it seemed like it simply gave license to whine before getting shoved abruptly to the pavement.

Time will tell.

quote of the day

There are no winners in NASCAR.

skylight

walking under the same sky brings little comfort
as the distance grows between us
reminding myself that you're no farther than my heart
even when the miles feel so far away
days feel unfulfilled, incomplete
and the nights are worse
winter's chill becomes colder than ever
with days of rebirth nowhere in sight