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.