An Honest "To God" Frag #1
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It's 4:14 AM, and I've been listening to "Mr. Brightside", a song by the Killers (complete lyrics folowing) over-and-over for about an hour now.
"I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine"
Killer [my killer - (see previous)] is in the next room, asleep now, and for some reason I woke up about two hours ago with this tune is stuck in my head. I don't think the song has anything to do with her. As I sit here listening to the song over-and-over it seems to be speaking about multiple things that have been my past and current experiences. I remember the first love of my life in bed with one of my college roommates. Friends I cared about that are not in my life anymore. My parents. Splitting up things with an "Ex". The sense of emptness that we all can relate to in regards to lives that have touched us and no longer do.
"Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all"
I've been blocked for the last couple of weeks. It fuckin' ticks me off when I go through these things. I haven't been able to create. My passion has been absent without cause. Or has it...? You know, you try and figure these things out, but as a creative, it just tends to suck you back into it. So, for my own sanity, I'm going to just chalk it up to E=MC squared (ever try to do superscript in html? Why bother...). If that seems vague, check an awesome Op-Ed piece I read this morning in the NY Times by Brian Greene, "That Famous Equation and You": http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/30/opinion/30greene.html?pagewanted=3&incamp=article_popular
"It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss"
Killer ("Uncle ___'s girl",as my niece and two nephew's refer to her...they're 2, 3, & 1 years old) has captured my heart. It wasn't available. She took it. And I haven't looked back since. We had an awesome day. Killer and her best friend, "Ass Kicker" (I mean that in the most awesome way...honest) took me to an art festival outside of DC. A friend of our's band, "Soul Method", was playing and they rocked. We had lunch, watched the Terps kick the shit out of UVA (FEAR THE TURTLE!!!), and partied. Yes, we partied. Killer knows how to do it up. I know how to do it up. She's the first chick I've met in a long time that can hang with me. In fact, at times, I've struggled to keep up with her. That is a First. Then Killer and I went to dinner and just had an amazing time together. The rest of the the world just didn't exist, and it was perfect.
(Even though I'm going to keep quoting "Mr. Brightside" I had to take iTunes off of "repeat" and just now, "Sweet Soul Sister", by The Cult, came on...that just about sums up how I feel about Killer.) Anyway, to keep it relatively short, she IS my muse. No Doubt. (JFC...this is starting to sound like a blog sponsored by the labels.)
"Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag"
Actually, I happen to "think" there is a God. I may be repeating myself...in fact I know I am. But, I do. I also believe that that ass clown in the White House is more challenged than I previously thought (as if that's possible). In fact, what the fuck are his minions (staff, supporters, voters, zombies) thinking? Intelligent what? Intelligent Design? "Let's see. How can I help fuck up everything more than I already have?...Hmmmm...Oh, I got it...I'll support rendering students in the educational system, as moronic as my own mother! Yes!" Ron had Nancy and Idiot has his mother. Marvelous. No wonder I've been clogged.
"Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest"
[OMG!!! It's now 5:50 AM ET, and I'm sitting here lost in though and music playing through my headphones. All of a sudden I feel something grabbing my shoulders. I practically have a cardiac, "'Lizabeth? I'm comin' ta see ya". (Ok, I just dated myself with that one...if you even get it you young punks! :-) Guess what? Did I mention that I'm the luckiest guy on earth?!?! The hand that almost caused me to soil my shorts...sorry Bob Dole, no company here...was, in fact, Killer!!!! How appropriate...cause she was "buck nekked"...Damn!!! That girl is soooooo fine!!!...Intellectually and aestitcally...LL Cool J just came on my iTunes mix with "Phenomenon" and the chicks in the background are cooing over-and-over, "Go ahead daddy...go ahead daddy"...heh heh heh]
"Fellow morons, let's bury our head's in the sand, and not entertain, but embrace the idea that the creation of our universe, galaxy, solar system, planet, and pea brains is the result of pre-destined evolution." WTF!! Who among you voted for that jackass?!?!?!
("Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd just came on...ROTFLMFAO!!!)
Ok. I can see furry dudes in trees looking at each other as a volcano erupts and grunting to each other, "Hmmm...god of ground not happy", but NOW? How can anyone propose that we turn a blind eye to factual data and merge reality with myth? "Oh, it's not a myth?" Check out Joseph Campbell's "Hero...". Just take a look at "story telling" across cultures and religions and tell me that there aren't major themes that call into question the validity of fundamentalist religious texts. Note the keywords "question" and "fundamentalist" I'm not afraid to question the very beliefs that I've held since before I can remember. Gee, I could actually be wrong about Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny. Honestly, I still think the jury is still out on both of them. I can say what I "think". I wasn't there and there is an element that science doesn't address, so therefore, it's what "I think". But if you "can't" question it, then you're lying to yourself. Sir Thomas Moore. The deal is this, let's keep what "the data" says as fact. If you want to adjust it so that it conforms with your "reality", then go for it. But don't shove it down everybody else's kid's throats! Live on Fantasy Island. See if I, or anyobdy else gives a fuck. Just stay out of mine.
"And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside"
Well, it's 6:19, my view has the Sun beginning to rise over the Washington Monument ( yes, my true identiy is the wonderfully vapid, Laura Bush). I tucked Killer back into bed...nekked...my mix has shifted to the BeeGees' "More Than A Woman" and I'm starting to feel my freak coming on. Look out, Killer...
"I never...
I never...
I never...
I never..."
Oh, trust me. I have. I've been into these guys for a while now. Check 'em out on iTunes or: http://www.islandrecords.com/thekillers/site/home.las
Another song, altogether: KarmaComa...JahMakeYa and Roma...KarmaComa...
"Mr Brightside"
By the KILLERS
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go
And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go
Cause I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
I never...
I never...
I never...
I never...
"I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine"
Killer [my killer - (see previous)] is in the next room, asleep now, and for some reason I woke up about two hours ago with this tune is stuck in my head. I don't think the song has anything to do with her. As I sit here listening to the song over-and-over it seems to be speaking about multiple things that have been my past and current experiences. I remember the first love of my life in bed with one of my college roommates. Friends I cared about that are not in my life anymore. My parents. Splitting up things with an "Ex". The sense of emptness that we all can relate to in regards to lives that have touched us and no longer do.
"Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all"
I've been blocked for the last couple of weeks. It fuckin' ticks me off when I go through these things. I haven't been able to create. My passion has been absent without cause. Or has it...? You know, you try and figure these things out, but as a creative, it just tends to suck you back into it. So, for my own sanity, I'm going to just chalk it up to E=MC squared (ever try to do superscript in html? Why bother...). If that seems vague, check an awesome Op-Ed piece I read this morning in the NY Times by Brian Greene, "That Famous Equation and You": http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/30/opinion/30greene.html?pagewanted=3&incamp=article_popular
"It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss"
Killer ("Uncle ___'s girl",as my niece and two nephew's refer to her...they're 2, 3, & 1 years old) has captured my heart. It wasn't available. She took it. And I haven't looked back since. We had an awesome day. Killer and her best friend, "Ass Kicker" (I mean that in the most awesome way...honest) took me to an art festival outside of DC. A friend of our's band, "Soul Method", was playing and they rocked. We had lunch, watched the Terps kick the shit out of UVA (FEAR THE TURTLE!!!), and partied. Yes, we partied. Killer knows how to do it up. I know how to do it up. She's the first chick I've met in a long time that can hang with me. In fact, at times, I've struggled to keep up with her. That is a First. Then Killer and I went to dinner and just had an amazing time together. The rest of the the world just didn't exist, and it was perfect.
(Even though I'm going to keep quoting "Mr. Brightside" I had to take iTunes off of "repeat" and just now, "Sweet Soul Sister", by The Cult, came on...that just about sums up how I feel about Killer.) Anyway, to keep it relatively short, she IS my muse. No Doubt. (JFC...this is starting to sound like a blog sponsored by the labels.)
"Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag"
Actually, I happen to "think" there is a God. I may be repeating myself...in fact I know I am. But, I do. I also believe that that ass clown in the White House is more challenged than I previously thought (as if that's possible). In fact, what the fuck are his minions (staff, supporters, voters, zombies) thinking? Intelligent what? Intelligent Design? "Let's see. How can I help fuck up everything more than I already have?...Hmmmm...Oh, I got it...I'll support rendering students in the educational system, as moronic as my own mother! Yes!" Ron had Nancy and Idiot has his mother. Marvelous. No wonder I've been clogged.
"Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest"
[OMG!!! It's now 5:50 AM ET, and I'm sitting here lost in though and music playing through my headphones. All of a sudden I feel something grabbing my shoulders. I practically have a cardiac, "'Lizabeth? I'm comin' ta see ya". (Ok, I just dated myself with that one...if you even get it you young punks! :-) Guess what? Did I mention that I'm the luckiest guy on earth?!?! The hand that almost caused me to soil my shorts...sorry Bob Dole, no company here...was, in fact, Killer!!!! How appropriate...cause she was "buck nekked"...Damn!!! That girl is soooooo fine!!!...Intellectually and aestitcally...LL Cool J just came on my iTunes mix with "Phenomenon" and the chicks in the background are cooing over-and-over, "Go ahead daddy...go ahead daddy"...heh heh heh]
"Fellow morons, let's bury our head's in the sand, and not entertain, but embrace the idea that the creation of our universe, galaxy, solar system, planet, and pea brains is the result of pre-destined evolution." WTF!! Who among you voted for that jackass?!?!?!
("Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd just came on...ROTFLMFAO!!!)
Ok. I can see furry dudes in trees looking at each other as a volcano erupts and grunting to each other, "Hmmm...god of ground not happy", but NOW? How can anyone propose that we turn a blind eye to factual data and merge reality with myth? "Oh, it's not a myth?" Check out Joseph Campbell's "Hero...". Just take a look at "story telling" across cultures and religions and tell me that there aren't major themes that call into question the validity of fundamentalist religious texts. Note the keywords "question" and "fundamentalist" I'm not afraid to question the very beliefs that I've held since before I can remember. Gee, I could actually be wrong about Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny. Honestly, I still think the jury is still out on both of them. I can say what I "think". I wasn't there and there is an element that science doesn't address, so therefore, it's what "I think". But if you "can't" question it, then you're lying to yourself. Sir Thomas Moore. The deal is this, let's keep what "the data" says as fact. If you want to adjust it so that it conforms with your "reality", then go for it. But don't shove it down everybody else's kid's throats! Live on Fantasy Island. See if I, or anyobdy else gives a fuck. Just stay out of mine.
"And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside"
Well, it's 6:19, my view has the Sun beginning to rise over the Washington Monument ( yes, my true identiy is the wonderfully vapid, Laura Bush). I tucked Killer back into bed...nekked...my mix has shifted to the BeeGees' "More Than A Woman" and I'm starting to feel my freak coming on. Look out, Killer...
"I never...
I never...
I never...
I never..."
Oh, trust me. I have. I've been into these guys for a while now. Check 'em out on iTunes or: http://www.islandrecords.com/thekillers/site/home.las
Another song, altogether: KarmaComa...JahMakeYa and Roma...KarmaComa...
"Mr Brightside"
By the KILLERS
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go
And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go
Cause I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
I never...
I never...
I never...
I never...
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