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Aug. 28th, 2007
What the hell?
Aug. 28th, 2007 04:06 pmThe world changes, the center does not hold. People come, and people go, it's true, and I'm the last person to be saying anything bout love, unless failure is an excellent reference.
Man, the older I get, the more inviting walking along the river by myself seems to me.
"Naw, chum," says Bernie the Cabdriver. "It's just dat all dese udder folks... well... see... they gots what they calls agendas and stuff. You know... Der own lives and such. Tings to do, people to see, places to be. Da fact is, dey do what is right by dem. Peoples always do. Da fact dat it does not coincide wit what is right in yer own life is immaterial."
Well... I can certainly see your point, Bernie.
"Yeah, chum. Just cuz yer thinkin' yer alone, does not mean yer alone. And just cuz you don' see or hear from folks, does not mean you ain't in der heads or in der hearts. So, git over it already. Nobody is truly alone in dis world."
Oh, this isn't for me, necessarily. There's been a lot of loss recently. People come, people go. Hearts get broken. I mean, I feel for them. I really do.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. And Elvis has left da building. I've had so many romances in my life, dat if I was to send a card to each of 'em on der birdays, I'd have to send one every stinking day. So it goes, huh? Dat is life, is wat dat is." Bernie tosses out the butt end of a cigar he's been chomping on all week, and screws his 50 year old, sweat stained, cabbie cap on a bit tighter. "I'm goin' for a beer. You wanna join me, or wat?"
Lead the way, chum. Lead the way.
Man, the older I get, the more inviting walking along the river by myself seems to me.
"Naw, chum," says Bernie the Cabdriver. "It's just dat all dese udder folks... well... see... they gots what they calls agendas and stuff. You know... Der own lives and such. Tings to do, people to see, places to be. Da fact is, dey do what is right by dem. Peoples always do. Da fact dat it does not coincide wit what is right in yer own life is immaterial."
Well... I can certainly see your point, Bernie.
"Yeah, chum. Just cuz yer thinkin' yer alone, does not mean yer alone. And just cuz you don' see or hear from folks, does not mean you ain't in der heads or in der hearts. So, git over it already. Nobody is truly alone in dis world."
Oh, this isn't for me, necessarily. There's been a lot of loss recently. People come, people go. Hearts get broken. I mean, I feel for them. I really do.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. And Elvis has left da building. I've had so many romances in my life, dat if I was to send a card to each of 'em on der birdays, I'd have to send one every stinking day. So it goes, huh? Dat is life, is wat dat is." Bernie tosses out the butt end of a cigar he's been chomping on all week, and screws his 50 year old, sweat stained, cabbie cap on a bit tighter. "I'm goin' for a beer. You wanna join me, or wat?"
Lead the way, chum. Lead the way.
didja ever notice...
Aug. 28th, 2007 04:58 pmThat pomegranate sounds so much like hypocrite? Yeah, me neither. Just odd things bouncing round in my tiny lil brain. Why? I donno. Been listening to too much music in my head, I guess.
The story of BP&G is kinda on hold. The scene they are in is a very big thing, what with being treated as near gods and goddesses and such. Well, Bags and Griz are, to be sure. Pockets is... somewhere else, doing something else, talking about god knows what with someone else. The thing needs to percolate for a bit in my head.
I'm working on another story, something the real life Griz bubbled up with, but a few minor changes. The world of PB&G, a few centuries later. What would the legend be like? or, maybe I'll just write a new Village story. *Shrug* The Muse gotta be fed, you know.
The story of BP&G is kinda on hold. The scene they are in is a very big thing, what with being treated as near gods and goddesses and such. Well, Bags and Griz are, to be sure. Pockets is... somewhere else, doing something else, talking about god knows what with someone else. The thing needs to percolate for a bit in my head.
I'm working on another story, something the real life Griz bubbled up with, but a few minor changes. The world of PB&G, a few centuries later. What would the legend be like? or, maybe I'll just write a new Village story. *Shrug* The Muse gotta be fed, you know.
