Saturday, August 12, 2006
The Weight--The Day That Love Came to Play
Hmmmmm... It was the kind of day when one feels like the gummy stuff on his eyes would never come off, would cause him to crash his car. It was as if he had woken up and the stuff was not just under his lids, but in the air as well; the world was swimming in the Sandman's pouch. Figures across the pavement shimmered as they would on a hot, hot day, but that was only in my imagination. The old man who had been speaking to me knew my name, but i did not know how. I turned and walked to the computer, sat down, and wrote this for you, because you are beautiful, and because no one wants to accept the facts of life. We all know them, but we go blundering about, pretending we can't figure it out. I am leaving now, but not for good. I am like a bad penny, the kind canny hot dog vendors will not accept in payment for their 76¢ wares. Fly, you fools.
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Whoa! Very poetic and utterly confusing (at least to my shrewish, non-enlightened mind). Glad to see you posted something, though! It was mighty difficult to comment on non-existing posts.
As for my response about the 24 hours left to live, I hope the judges have a sense of humor! My initial response was very much a "traditional" response, saying how I would calmly and peacefully watch the sunrise, thanks my friends, play my guitar, watch the last fading embers of a burning fire, etc. But the response was far too standard, far too trite, too unrealistic, and just kinda lame. So I decided to swing 180 degrees away from peaceful prose, and do a more daring and a more exciting response.
We have a huge jar of those pennies. It's too big to actually pick up; everytime we want it moved it has to be tipped on it's side and rolled about.
It really seems to have no purpose other than to be a huge, rolling jar of pennies. I'm not even sure why we have it.
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