King of SD

that maybe I have found the reason for VOX, the purpose, the benefit to me. Instead of an endless parade of other peoples works (though I like having a place to save things that bring me comfort) maybe I need to focus. How did The Moody Blues put it? " . . . Letters I've written, never meaning to send . . ." Well, I said today inside my head that I would not write you this year. You know what time of year it is. It's 'that' time. The time when I screwed up my schedule and ended up with only 24 hours with you. The first time in my life I accepted death within the metal bird as a necessity if I was ever to see you. The time you told me it would be even harder now that we had been together to be apart. The time of year I get paid to have my ass chewed on, yet you made it all melt as I listened to you take the young men shopping.

Anyway, not reminiscing, just saying what time of year it is. And I've decided that if I have any shred of decency left, I'll honor your request. You're right my ass is stubborn. The problem with stubborn is, eventially it breaks. So one step at a time . . .

And I'm 99.8% sure you'll never read this, so I really can just let the shit roll from my lips, knowing it'll not bother you in the slightest.

Video Moved

how much is too much?

is WWW!!

Um, not the Web:S The OTHER WWW!

WHAT
WOMEN
WEAR

I haven't seen so much glistening cleavage, bare legs, sandal-ed feet, semitransparent sun-dresses in, what . . . like well, since last summer. And waiting this long makes a guy crazy!

Videos Moved

technically, not ALL dead, but . . .

I found a website for my Alumni Association. One guy died the year we graduated, apparently. I guess it's safe to say I left and basically never looked back. I am surprised how many show City's near me. But honestly, I don't care. Nor do they. No one does.

The Song Remains the Same.

talking to a group of 300+ while getting your ass chewed on, is, BION, not the worst part. The worst part - so far - is being tired this next morning, therefor cranky, therefor not wanting to hear incessant talking, nor wanting to ride behind someone doing 40 mph all the way to the office. So what, it's freakin' snowin'! It's March, get over it already!!!

Actually, maybe thw worst part is not being able to fine any good tunes on the way to work . . .

after you're dead will they forget you?

I tried to drown the Bitch. She just roared back. I tried to cut her off. She just waited. Honestly, my 'best' sucks. I either need a better 'best', or the 'best' needs a new me. 'Cause the Bitch is relentless. The Bitch is going to win

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The edge between you and I is no chasm . . . but a divide none the less. Neither is comfortable with me, and that's to be expected. Of course, I have the power, at least on paper.

So, let's talk about you. How many ways have you tried to drown out the voice? When do you hear it especially? Have you ever tried to confront it? Is it always the same, or does it morph? Does it get louder with age, or have your ears numbed to its pain?

When you dream, do you see fields of clover? Or empty city streets? Can the sun burn through the veil, or does the blue sky only reflect a portion of the expanse of your eyes? When especially does the tragedy of such beauty weigh so mightily upon your soul?

No questions about trades, since they are wearisome, and futile. How far can you reach? When did you last inflict pain, and how did it taste?

Could you ever just walk away?