Birmingham to Atlanta in under an hour.
Up at 5:27AM and hot in the shower.
Not shaving today, I hate to shave. I like being shaved, but not the act of shaving. It hurts too bad. Like a wise man once told me, "God gave us men beards, why shave them?". I agree, but not really because I still shave.
This is the view from my hotel room window in Atlanta:
The pic in the previous post was from my hotel room in Birmingham.
She told me she was the only left in her family and that nothing could harm her. I disagree. Her parents past at a fairly early age each, in their 50s. Her sister of cancer. She has no children herself. The family line stops with her. And nothing can harm her now. No one lives forever, I say. I believe I'm right.
The ride goes-on and the tension cracks the air like lightning. I'm swelling inside with this severe anticipation of the thing that I cannot do. I can't make a clear decision, not on a night like this. The pain in the back of my knee increases with each mile through the dark night. "SHIT! OH MY GOD! WHAT WAS THAT?!". A figure flashes on the left side of the road stepping off the median and into the road as if to walk right through the driver's side door as we pass at 60MPH. A light blue jumpsuit is befitting of a person walking across highway traffic at 8PM in pitch-black darkness. In fact if I didn't tell you what he was wearing you would have put him in a light blue jumpsuit yourself. That's how common 'they' look. I Do believe everyone has seen at least one before and didn't even realize what they were looking at.
If I can just get the tip of her finger off the button the pain in my leg would leave and live somewhere else. I'm drunk enough to jump out of the car and leave this job behind, leave it all behind. Bring on a life of uncertainty and freedom. Freedom from assignments and obligations. Stop putting on a sane mask and get down to business. The insanity that lies just under the surface pushes outward with each passing year. The fabric is wet, wearing thin and people are starting to see the body below. I feel I have the right to let the insanity out. If' that's me then that's me. Either I decide to set it free, or sets itself free at the most inappropriate time. Maybe during dinner, or a monthly meeting. I mean no harm, but things have to be the way they're meant to be. Don't sculpt and refuse to let the sculpture exist. Paint the painting and destroy it right-off if it's not to your liking, don't give it 30 years to struggle and decay.
n/p Beck-Sea Change
n/p Bedhead-Beheaded
Not shaving today, I hate to shave. I like being shaved, but not the act of shaving. It hurts too bad. Like a wise man once told me, "God gave us men beards, why shave them?". I agree, but not really because I still shave.
This is the view from my hotel room window in Atlanta:
The pic in the previous post was from my hotel room in Birmingham.
She told me she was the only left in her family and that nothing could harm her. I disagree. Her parents past at a fairly early age each, in their 50s. Her sister of cancer. She has no children herself. The family line stops with her. And nothing can harm her now. No one lives forever, I say. I believe I'm right.
The ride goes-on and the tension cracks the air like lightning. I'm swelling inside with this severe anticipation of the thing that I cannot do. I can't make a clear decision, not on a night like this. The pain in the back of my knee increases with each mile through the dark night. "SHIT! OH MY GOD! WHAT WAS THAT?!". A figure flashes on the left side of the road stepping off the median and into the road as if to walk right through the driver's side door as we pass at 60MPH. A light blue jumpsuit is befitting of a person walking across highway traffic at 8PM in pitch-black darkness. In fact if I didn't tell you what he was wearing you would have put him in a light blue jumpsuit yourself. That's how common 'they' look. I Do believe everyone has seen at least one before and didn't even realize what they were looking at.
If I can just get the tip of her finger off the button the pain in my leg would leave and live somewhere else. I'm drunk enough to jump out of the car and leave this job behind, leave it all behind. Bring on a life of uncertainty and freedom. Freedom from assignments and obligations. Stop putting on a sane mask and get down to business. The insanity that lies just under the surface pushes outward with each passing year. The fabric is wet, wearing thin and people are starting to see the body below. I feel I have the right to let the insanity out. If' that's me then that's me. Either I decide to set it free, or sets itself free at the most inappropriate time. Maybe during dinner, or a monthly meeting. I mean no harm, but things have to be the way they're meant to be. Don't sculpt and refuse to let the sculpture exist. Paint the painting and destroy it right-off if it's not to your liking, don't give it 30 years to struggle and decay.
n/p Beck-Sea Change
n/p Bedhead-Beheaded
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