Friday, March 16, 2007

What Contract?

Where is the contract? You signed it didn't you? Well then, produce the document. Demonstrate the reason why your life is not your own. Once we have been shown the legal paperwork that clearly binds you to a person or situation, we will have more sympathy with you. But if you cannot produce this, we have to ask whether some of your current pain is self-inflicted. Might you be making a sacrifice out of a misplaced sense of guilt?

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Snow Oh Pretty Snow!

WOW! - like an SOS just the opposite.

My first snow... snowfall that is. Snow, its so perfect - all white and pretty. Something about white stuff falling from the sky in soft little installments...makes everything feel alright again!

and sometime between my first step out of the apartment and the slight smile forming on my face, I swear to you, like my own personal sitcom....I could hear the soundtrack go ...

“It just takes some time, little boy you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine,
Everything (everything) will be alright (alright).”

sure I changed the girl to boy in the lyrics....but my own personal sitcom. no?

Thursday, March 8, 2007

History is written by the victor

Two brothers they were. And ruled a vast majestic kingdom, they did. I could use sentences to say they were happy and I could use sentences to justify their reign. You might want to hear of their bravery and tales of their victories. Some other time perhaps - right now I don’t have the inclination nor the desire to elaborate on such detail. Right now I am the one who needs answers from you.

Anyway, digressions aside - as is the case with such instances, the two brothers fought - and as is the case in such circumstances they waged a great and majestic war. To cut a long story short one brother won and the other was banished out of town.

There, I’ve said it all. And thats all there is to it.

But look what you’ve gone and done. Yes you. You Humans. The lot of you.

You’ve created something out of it after all - something called a “religion”. Brother A, the one who won, is now called God and Brother B Satan, the evil breed. And the rest is lost in history - ah I love using your cliches, though I fear they’re going out of common usage and what a waste that would be. So let me bolster the cliche culture a wee bit and use another - the one that I love the most - “ History is written by the victor” - and you dear Humans are living proof of it all.

Let me elaborate on my heresy.

The Victor, yes he wrote your history. Books he wrote my silly believers, books. The Gita, Quran, Bible and what have you...Perhaps it was just a joke from his side. Perhaps like a child he wanted a make believe world in his historical lies. His lies, his books, his version, your history, your God, your Satan.

Two brothers they were.


Morality, depravity, idiosyncrasy
Perversion, depression, elation
Can u feel it?
Can u describe it?
Would you care?
Why should you in the first place?
Will you let me know?
Can I be the one you love and trust?
Can I be understood?
Are you gay?
Do you need sometime alone?
Do you think you live?
Do you think you could live?
Do you think you could love?
Or is it just a crazy dream?
But tell me can you feel it?
Is it there somewhere in your brain?
Are you going insane?
Can I put these wires in there?
Does it hurt?
Do you want more money?
Do you want more love?
Do you want less of anything in this world?
Can I take something away from you?
Would you let me?
Do I bug you?
Why don’t you laugh anymore?
Are you a socialist?
Maybe a communist?
Are you a woman hater?
Are you a law abider?
Would you call yourself dead?
Did you ever do anything insane?
Why not?
Can you even hear me?
But tell me can you feel it?


Does Marriage work? Do you wake up with the same sense of happiness and joi de vivre after sleeping with the same person over 10 years into a marriage? Why is it ok to justify it away if you don't? Is the 7 year itch myth or reality? But how do you know...? Won’t the Children put you in a nursing home? Won’t your partner get jaded evermore? But how do you know she’s the one?
Does Love work?.....

It depends she said. It depends.

Each love, each relationship ....ah shut up I said...just shut up.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Dry, cold New York

Oh you wrong people. Oh you liars, sacrilegious visigoths, crooks and lovers.. oh you sinful non repentants, thieves, fiefdom harbingers....

On your hallowed shores I now arrive.!