twelve-oh-one and the dork(s)

Some Times, opening yer eyes in the morning is a total Woo-Hoo :-)
then, the next day, there's significantly less Woo-Hoo involved, so ya crawl under the bed and cry, while cutting yerself with a dull and filthy kitchen knife (the one ya keep hidden in the back tank of the toilet), scanning a completely blurred, scrawled, illegible map of tomorrows' Woo-Hoo eye-openings, and considering in yer mind the ingredients required for a nice human-sacrificial blood magic to shift the shape of time and space to yer advantage...
but only sometimes. sometimes ya just blog the thought and fantasize that that's what ya'd be doing if ya had half an imagination and a more romantic outlook (not the butterflies-and-daffodils kind).
hello... Hello?
damned gods and their draconic calm and patience... (seven YEARS? twenty-four? ha-HA!)
veruca salt!



you don't even know what's down there!
    i can hear the crashing waves...
the waters are rough!
    maybe, on the surface...
you can't see how deep it goes; you could shatter on the shallow bottom!
    with eyes closed, i can feel how deep this way goes...
for what purpose? your adventure, risk, for what good end?
    for rumors of Unimaginable Treasures, in the depths below...
there are Monsters in the depths!
    some monsters are ten inches tall, with fluffy tails and floppy ears...
and some monsters are twelve feet long, with vicious fangs and barbed tails!
    then the glory of the battle is greater, even if at long odds, for the kind of treasures i secretly know...
imaginary or unreachable treasures!
    here is the beginning of a trail...
the trails of bread crumbs lead to a thousands different lairs of a thousands different disappointments and a thousands different tortures!
    sometimes the Way is so clear even my dim little light can find it...
but how deep can your light go?
    i have no fear. i can find my way to the bottoms of the worlds...
if the path is so long, you will never return!
    not as the same man...
    i never have...


quotes, page two

"You know time used to be just fine until they put that damn sundial in the public square. And now that that sundial is there the days are getting faster and faster."
- a greek philosopher, quoted By Lucrezia Cuen on ABCNEWS.com

"My dad was a drunk, a gambler, and a womanizer. I worshipped him."
- John Travolta in The General's Daughter

"...because the Beermeisters had the door open for ten minutes!"
- Cheryl Rampone, 99.12.24  20:25

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; and where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
- prayer of St. Francis of Assisi

"didn't we embarrass you into getting deodorant? And you putting it on in the mall, that was tasteless tasteful."
- Eric Darling, 2000.01.01 1:39

"Any path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you... Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it. as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question... Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't it is of no use."
- Carlos Castaneda, in The Teachings of Don Juan

"Today, we all boil slowly in the pot of life."
- Art Bell, Monday 2002.01.28

- Robert Anton Wilson, www.rawilson.com