Six Months Today.

You know, that happened to Oedipus too.

And he gouged out his eyes.

You never know what will happen when you kill a man.
He could be a king or a cheater.
But once he is dead, he will haunt you.
My God.

Do you think we write anything ourselves,

or does the story just happen to us?
Calvanism is completely anti-climactic.

Everytime I see a defibrillator, I see a field and a miniature horse.

Everywhere.

But what have I to lose?

Rien.
Partir en voyage.

Me, Dad, and 1971.

"There's a lady who's sure all that
glitters is gold.
And she's buying the stairway to Heavan.
And when she gets there she knows
if the stores are all closed.
With a word she can get what she came for.

There's a sign on the wall.
But she want's to be sure.
Because you know sometimes words have
two meanings.
In a tree by a brooke there's a songbird
who sings sometimes.
All of our thoughts are misgiven.

There's a feeling I get when I look
to the west.
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke
throught the trees.
And the voices of those who stand looking.

And it's whispered that soon if we all
call the tune.
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those
who stand long.
And the forests will echo with laughter.

And it makes me wonder.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
don't be alarmed now.
It's just a spring clean for the May-queen.
Yes there are two paths you can by.
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.

Your head is humming and it won't go - in case you don't know.
The Piper's calling you to join him.
Dear Lady can you hear the wind blow
and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road.
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know.
Who shines white light and wants to show.
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When we are one and one is all.
To be a rock and not to roll."




Drums on the steering wheel. God, I miss that.

Somebody's going to have to pay for your sins again.

He got his kick in the teeth.

Running down the driveway, running full speed away from her.
Sin and irony always did run his life, anyway.
But it's still funny how you never do find those things on residential drives.
He had his chance; he could have come clean.
It's just that confessions for sins don't come easy.
So she chased him with kitchen cutlery and her intent to kill, but the steel and glass beat her to him.
The trees saw everything: how he cheated in their bed with the window open, and then how he denied three times. They even heard the rooster's scream.
"And finally, he even got his," the oak said to the pine.
Yeah, he got his kick in the teeth: the only bus related death in his nieghborhood that year.
He ran from her revenge strait into a city bus.

Nobody hates history,

they just hate thier own histories.

How sick is that?

"It's cathartic; I need it. God, I need it."

What's the point of asking a question if you aren't looking for something in return?

An answer.
A reaction.
A challenge.
A dispute.
Or some emotional ammunition.






So, no, 'just a question' is a lying phrase.

This really happened.

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See, our minds are like forests.

There are these things, these big things, called trees.
And they only get bigger.
The bigger the trees get, the more they take from you.
And sometimes it takes a fire to clear them out.

So, Solomon. What is the point after all? We seem to come to the very same conclusions up to this chapter. I wonder how this book ends? Do you ever find a point to life, or are you still chasing after the wind? God, Ecclesisastes and me make a great team; we are both cynical to death.