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" Come away, Oh human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a fairy, hand in hand,
for the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand. "
~ W.B. Yeats
after band practice
In a screenplay of the ride home, the city was set in a tomb, animated by the Japanese as a fantasy hell in bleary watercolor and gaudy airbrush. Then, a comment about the lightning. The street led us home, me smirking and him with that slight snarl of being at ease. Neither of us spoke; to do so might have broken the contentment. He mouthed the lyrics along with 'too dark park'; i thought of these words, the monologue in my mind. And the lightning was an island. It began in the air, and ended in the air. Everything else was black. The sky, the buildings, the silhouettes of trees, the pavement, were black. The occasional streetlamp only served to deepen the outer darkness. 'Kicking the habit', indeed. For fifteen minutes, i liked everything. No one could know or even touch us. The city was blurred and out-of-focus, not because of the rain but because it didn't actually exist. Only its ghost was reflected in the minds of other ghosts, focused through a terrible, looming machine in a downright sci-fi display of bitter anguish and willpower, complete with lightshows. I looked around in keen anticipation, expecting the appearance of a steel laboratory or perhaps a midget on a skateboard. Neither showed themself, but remained hidden under cellar doors and in the shadows of alleyways, where they belong. I, too, remained safely set apart, in the dry interior world of our automobile. And i was swept steadily along by the downpour, smiling to myself and observing.
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about the girl.

the girl is sleeping. i've been playing with her all day, to keep her awake so she'll sleep tonight. figure i'll give her a break and let her nap for a bit; she was getting cranky anyway.&...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 14:49:00 GMT

sleep visions

I had another one of my dreams last night, the kind that play out more like stories and are full of symbolism. I have no idea if this one even had a definite conclusion, or how long it...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 20:00:00 GMT

it begins

Concerning the expectation of my raising a child, i consider my own uphill, surreal fumbling towards adulthood. I have a notion that, in order to circumvent the inevitability of my ch...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 20:22:00 GMT

Christ-haunted

I want to forget all that i know, and learn everything i've forgotton. I want to rest. I want to believe that, even though the state of our lives is not now ok, that it will be. ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 16:19:00 GMT

it reminded me of living.

the alarm clock went off at 5:30 this evening. a song began to play, one that i know, one from my earlier youth. and just like that.. the awful perspective of my life flooded my mind...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 16:11:00 GMT

unemployment rant

when i was a kid, someone gave me the impression that in America you can get a job and support yourself and your family. whoever said that was either an outright liar or a deluded idio...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 12:23:00 GMT

a page is turning.

i went to the emergency room about a month ago for severe chronic abdominal pain. they thought i probably had an ulcer, but it went away so i doubt the diagnosis was accurate. what's not g...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Aug 2006 20:59:00 GMT

tempting god...or nonsense. pick one.

i think i'm about to be unemployed. i can't keep the job i have now [which i happen to hate anyway] because, in a few days time, i will no longer have a ride to work. i won't be able to accept the o...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 00:57:00 GMT

last night...

oh, what to write..? i've had so many vehement trains of thought lately, but now that i sit down to blog, it all just goes out the window. ..or somewhere else. i dreamed of an old fr...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 23:08:00 GMT

of god and man and me

the ending of a thing is that which validates it. a tale must end for it to have meaning. even a life. most people question, if there is a god, whether or not he even cares...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 02:22:00 GMT