Sunday, March 23, 2014

love those quotations 3.23.14

"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under
conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed,
by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its
hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and
might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks
met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence
lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever
walked there, walked alone."

Thursday, March 13, 2014

editorial jotting 3.13.14

sometimes an emcee gotta take a break from stacking monies and writing
hardass lyrics, then he thinks about life-that is, life and honies.
You know, dookie? Some fly honies and desert wine to help me burp,
keep my mind off work, but its all str8 macking till i vomit down the
lady shirt and on her bare thighs. This is life, viewed from many
angles, seen from all sides at once-realizations and cognitions that
would drive an ordinary person mad. There but for the grace of
jesus.....

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

destiny fate and the other superfriends.

time-i speak of time now-, that little weatherbeaten man in the
circular glasses. Can you see him behind the big desk, or do you only
hear his occasional cackle? Yes, he has a sense of humor, or better
yet call it bedevilment, irony, contradiction, and flabbergast. He
has no emotions though, so dont judge his ill-timed laughter too
harshly. Bribe him with sippy drinks or suffer at your own peril to
his sociopathic ravages! Love will cool, hatred will destroy,
attraction will blind by his hand, and everything dear will melt into
the fog! Heed this mortals, for time, like the beast of revelation,
comes with great wrath and the crushing weight of a tidal pull because
he knows our time is short!

Monday, March 10, 2014

phantom thoughts this morning...

Is destiny a bleary-eyed old fool or a tender-hearted young woman? I
know fate is a hard, grizzled bastard, that "calls em like he sees
em", or is that a guise-a ruse maintained to sustain the natural
order? Do you feel okay? Does this any of this matter? Anyhow. Kiss
the babies for me.