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Nov. 13th, 2002 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedarksiren2Waking up late with the Toys-R-Us theme in your head starts the day with such a twisted perspective, I cannot even begin to explain.
Driving to school, turn the corner of the on-ramp to I-71 southbound...one homeless man, gray jacket, face bristled with matching gray hair. Too thin, windy from oncoming traffic. I imagine the underpass will be warmer for him, and kinda wish I had the time and money to buy him a coffee and pastry, to sit and listen to his life stories because they will remind me of humility.
Start the straight-away, avoid the left so as not to...wait, another man. He is tall and thin, dread-locked and layered. He looked up and met my eyes long enough to tell me, "The whole world is blue, but what color are you?"
I almost missed my turn.
After choir today I made my final fall payment for school. YAY!
Nevermind the fact that unless I get a payroll advance (which is exactly what I have to do~8/) my account will be overdrawn. sigh*
Money is e-veel. E-veel e-veel e-veel!!!
Need further proof? Aiight.
I am walking down the hall toward the theater department and I see a penny on the floor. I almost reached down to pick it up, but chose not to, lest I have BAD luck - it was tails-up. Oh well, no small fortunes started today I thought to myself.
Then, as I walk just outside the school's main entrance, I all but step on a quarter, heads-up. Score! This must mean I am to have a LARGE fortune instead. HA! I WIN!!!
I flip it in the air, catch it in my palm where it lands heads-up again ~8D
I am lucky, yessiree!
I cross the guest lot, then hit blacktop. My car is just beyond a grassy knoll, and I had almost gotten to it - literally about three feet from Fairuza - when I hear someone ask, "Excuse me?"
I turn to find a tired, disheartened soldier, just returned from battle. He wants to go home, much as many soldiers do after war, but is restricted by his finances.
"Do you have a quarter I could have please? I only have one."
I say,"Yes, as a matter of fact I do," and walk over to fill his open, empty palm. "I found it on the ground, just outside the front doors - I think it was meant for you though."
He kinda cocked his head, grinned a bizarre side-winder, and thanked me goodbye.
I have no idea why that is further proof that money is e-veel, but believe me, it is. Most everything that I want is somewhat, if not totally, tainted in some way.
***
Now I sit, waiting, half-wondering, half-knowing what's next. I know we have dinner guests tonight; Brain and Fran are coming over after 7 for supper in Jawndomay. These two have done so much for the Inhabitants, we figured we owed them at least a decent meal.
***
Did I mention this weekend was a series of regroup and recover? No, not from alcohol or drugs, although the former certainly helped to numb the pain for a spell.
During that spell, looking hazily through the pin-balled mirrors and five-ball waltzes, I wrote
I don't like smoldering bridges
After time's been burned
I forget exactly what I said
Or just whose heads have turned
My eyes are weeping willows
Branches, scratchy-white
Cascading through your boundaries
I've nothing left to hide
I guess I thought the shadows
Would cover me again
Sunshine always bleeds through
Blinds vision with sick sweetness
And then there's the sickness
and then, the weakness
the weakness
Hovering just above your doorway
I'm reminiscing times been had
I'm resisting all temptations
Denying all I find rancid
I would certainly like to submerge
Lose myself in abstract fixation
Yet your eyes reflect truth & beauty
Within me, and I am again elated.
***
Nope, I am not prolific, particularly after two shots of Blackhaus (AKA Blackout) and five or six Newcastles. Hooray for inibriated brilliance and release!!!
OK, I need to go get shtuff done.
Toodles!
Driving to school, turn the corner of the on-ramp to I-71 southbound...one homeless man, gray jacket, face bristled with matching gray hair. Too thin, windy from oncoming traffic. I imagine the underpass will be warmer for him, and kinda wish I had the time and money to buy him a coffee and pastry, to sit and listen to his life stories because they will remind me of humility.
Start the straight-away, avoid the left so as not to...wait, another man. He is tall and thin, dread-locked and layered. He looked up and met my eyes long enough to tell me, "The whole world is blue, but what color are you?"
I almost missed my turn.
After choir today I made my final fall payment for school. YAY!
Nevermind the fact that unless I get a payroll advance (which is exactly what I have to do~8/) my account will be overdrawn. sigh*
Money is e-veel. E-veel e-veel e-veel!!!
Need further proof? Aiight.
I am walking down the hall toward the theater department and I see a penny on the floor. I almost reached down to pick it up, but chose not to, lest I have BAD luck - it was tails-up. Oh well, no small fortunes started today I thought to myself.
Then, as I walk just outside the school's main entrance, I all but step on a quarter, heads-up. Score! This must mean I am to have a LARGE fortune instead. HA! I WIN!!!
I flip it in the air, catch it in my palm where it lands heads-up again ~8D
I am lucky, yessiree!
I cross the guest lot, then hit blacktop. My car is just beyond a grassy knoll, and I had almost gotten to it - literally about three feet from Fairuza - when I hear someone ask, "Excuse me?"
I turn to find a tired, disheartened soldier, just returned from battle. He wants to go home, much as many soldiers do after war, but is restricted by his finances.
"Do you have a quarter I could have please? I only have one."
I say,"Yes, as a matter of fact I do," and walk over to fill his open, empty palm. "I found it on the ground, just outside the front doors - I think it was meant for you though."
He kinda cocked his head, grinned a bizarre side-winder, and thanked me goodbye.
I have no idea why that is further proof that money is e-veel, but believe me, it is. Most everything that I want is somewhat, if not totally, tainted in some way.
***
Now I sit, waiting, half-wondering, half-knowing what's next. I know we have dinner guests tonight; Brain and Fran are coming over after 7 for supper in Jawndomay. These two have done so much for the Inhabitants, we figured we owed them at least a decent meal.
***
Did I mention this weekend was a series of regroup and recover? No, not from alcohol or drugs, although the former certainly helped to numb the pain for a spell.
During that spell, looking hazily through the pin-balled mirrors and five-ball waltzes, I wrote
I don't like smoldering bridges
After time's been burned
I forget exactly what I said
Or just whose heads have turned
My eyes are weeping willows
Branches, scratchy-white
Cascading through your boundaries
I've nothing left to hide
I guess I thought the shadows
Would cover me again
Sunshine always bleeds through
Blinds vision with sick sweetness
And then there's the sickness
and then, the weakness
the weakness
Hovering just above your doorway
I'm reminiscing times been had
I'm resisting all temptations
Denying all I find rancid
I would certainly like to submerge
Lose myself in abstract fixation
Yet your eyes reflect truth & beauty
Within me, and I am again elated.
***
Nope, I am not prolific, particularly after two shots of Blackhaus (AKA Blackout) and five or six Newcastles. Hooray for inibriated brilliance and release!!!
OK, I need to go get shtuff done.
Toodles!
