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Good, Bad, Better, Good

July 22, 2009 approximatelyLeave a comment

Still seeking equilibrium

Day after second thoughts after

Day after tomorrow, filing through

Misconceptions, sorry-I-met-ya’s

Sorry’s never through,

Sorry wasn’t due.

Then on to page two,

And the invisible fondness,

And the language she speaks,

He speaks, they’re weak uneven

Twenty years plus one, twenty-five years times

Two, no two alike, no two who knew.

So square, who dare

Wear smiles, watch while I

Met ya, I met ya, and

Good is bad, and better is good

The weak speak mountains out of words

And crumble, those squares, they tear.

July 16, 2009 approximately1 Comment

THESE PAST FEW DAYS HAVE BEEN very straining. I don’t have a care to speak of — my bills are paid, possessions plentiful and growing, heart is in the right place; and still, I hurt all over. My thinking’s not been straight for nights, I feel directionless and drifting, unharmed yet hurt. And once the negativity sets in—when thoughts layer, and decay, and stick to one another until they are too much to scrape away—it is really hard to look ahead.

Believe me, I’m trying.

A Song to Sing

July 15, 2009 approximatelyLeave a comment

I don’t care what anyone says:

These guys are, in my mind, some of the most dead talented musicians out there. Sure, they’ve had their moments of ‘Mmmbop’, pre-pubescent teeny-bopping, and gender confusion but REALLY. They’re still going strong and sound/look better than ever — and I’d STILL date them.

The end.

Oatmeal.

July 15, 2009 approximatelyLeave a comment

He comes in every morning at a quarter to seven. Scrubs, smile, and something witty to say. He marches over to the display of warm breakfast food, and every morning he chooses the same thing: Oatmeal. A hearty glass dish full of the bland mush, topped generously with brown sugar and cinnamon.

And every morning at ten to seven I give him a terrible time for it, and tease him, and he looks at his feet, and back up at me, and smiles, and defends his breakfast.

“Here he comes with his thrilling breakfast,” I’ll say as he approaches. “What are you going to eat when you get older?”

“Oatmeal.”

“When you lose your teeth?”

“Oatmeal!”

Oatmeal has no speculation that I do, actually, adore him in a great, mushy way. The food really isn’t that bad, either.

20

July 15, 2009 approximatelyLeave a comment

A lovely 20 day to my lit’l sister! Stay fly, Tuneybell.

July 14, 2009 approximatelyLeave a comment

“The people in the back seat were speechless. In fact they were afraid to complain: God knew what Dean would do, they thought, if they should ever complain. He balled right across the desert in this manner, demonstrating various ways of how not to drive, how his father used to drive jalopies, how great drivers made curves, how bad drivers hove over too far in the beginning and had to scramble at the curve’s end, and so on. It was a hot, sunny afternoon. Reno, Battle Mountain, Elko, all the towns along the Nevada road shot by one after another, and at dusk we were in the Salt Lake flats, twice showing, above and below the curve of the earth, one clear, one dim. I told Dean that the thing that bound us all together in this world was invisible, and to prove it pointed to long lines of telephone poles that curved off out of sight over the bend of a hundred miles of salt. His floppy bandage, all dirty now, shuddered in the air, his face was a light. ‘Oh yes, man, dear God, yes, yes!'”

( J a c k K e r o u a c • O n t h e R o a d )