iDallas!Yay for Independence!
I saw the Boston fireworks last night from a sticky 6th floor balcony of an MIT fraternity house. They were nice. The frat house is pretty cool, too… I think I might prefer it without all the drunk college kids, though.
Boston really goes all out with its summer celebrations. An old fashioned town at heart, you know?
beat it.
yeah, just beat it.
beat it red, beat it raw.
Just beat it.
Beat it bloody, beat it blue.
Just beat it.
No matter how many people I come into contact with on any given day, I almost always still feel sort of lonely when I go to bed. If someone else goes to bed with me, I sometimes feel even more alone.
I am part of something greater.
I guess it might not be fate. I might just be under the control of another power. The nature of the power, whatever it might be, puzzles me still.
And I suppose I am supposed to be puzzled.
Yep. Supposed to be.
But, I have the feeling that something powerful and spiritual (c’est possible!) is circling around here. I know my horoscope has been making me think that for a few weeks… But I also know it might be true. And it doesn’t hurt to believe what you want to.
It doesn’t hurt to love what you want to, and think what you want to, and hear what you want to, either… but it can.
Long thinking about long faces and longer spaces between words.
Trailing thoughts and trailing dots and an ease of mind escapes us.
Boiling imbeciles might release some tension, but not for long.
The LA Lakers won the championship the other night.
It was sort of exciting.
And then, it got annoying as I was blocked from going to Del Taco by a bunch of cops in riot gear and helicopters flying overhead. The Del Taco I go to is right down the street from the Staples Center, where the Lakers play. You gotta love that sort of enthusiasm…
43 bonfires, 8 cars set on fire, one person shot dead in Huntington Park (where our office is!)…
http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20000620/ts/nba_riot_dc_5.html
lots of laughing. Lots. Way more than you can ever imagine.
Coming from all around you. Everywhere. Nooks, and crannies, and grannies on the street. Everyone.
Unescapeable. And you try to join in. But you can’t. Because you’re not sure what’s so funny. But you want to be sure. You want that. Freedom. Or not.
The cloud is lifting a bit, but there is still a frown on my face.
I’m noticing the hunger in my gut, and the weight of my forehead…
It’s all pulling me down, I suppose,
but I’m hanging on.
Life is just too complicated these days.
There more communication I have with other people,
the more I realize I don’t know anything useful.
Everything I learn just makes me end up spending more time
learning more things that will end up distracting me even further from other things (more other things).
And I believe myself when I think ridiculously.
elect me
my platform is rising.
you can hear it if you listen close.
share your songs with me,
folk singer, close to the earth.
I’ll take you home tonight,
and feed you white rice.
trice I spread my plastic wings,
ready to leap.
My faith will plummet down with me,
But you will not let me crash.
I’m sure.
The gods are battling it out.
Mount Olympus will never be the same.
One god is being replaced by two.
Twin towers, separated at birth.
All eras die at some point, I guess.
Some people are too quick to wanna nail down the coffin, though. The death of a known beast could be the beginning of a greater unknown.
With unknown, there can always be hope, however.