#210

"I believe that in order to walk through grief, fear, loneliness, despair, confusion and anger without recourse to drugs, alcohol, overeating, oversexing, or the endless mind-numbing distractions provided by Western culture, one must become a spiritual warrior. I further believe that the pay-off for enduring suffering, for soberly embracing the inevitable bouts of emotional pain that life brings, is wisdom and serenity in the face of calamity. But make no mistake here, the path of the warrior is treacherous and cannot be walked alone. To survive, he must have brothers and sisters-in-arms to carry him when he buckles. When we lived and died in small tribes, this principle of mutually supporting one another through the trials of life was deeply woven into the fabric of the group mind. With the advent of towns and cities we were forced to live with the daily dilemma of being desperately alone and yet desperately needing one another. Which is why we are, by design, always seeking new tribes. With that in mind, I humbly offer a simple guideline to evaluate the efficacy of any tribe you might encounter on your path to becoming a spiritual warrior: if they ask for your money or access to your crotch, run away. If they ask for your money, smile unceasingly, never blink, and guarantee to make you a demi-god, running away will not suffice. Change your mailing address and briefly reconsider drugs, alcohol, food, sex, and TV."

Chuck Lorre Productions

A great day for music UPDATE (Day 2? Scene 2? Take 2?)

(Read post before first)

I WAS WRONG! In that last post I played, I was wrong about the trees not dancing and all. MOST trees never dance. SOME DO. There's this certain tree I discovered in the campus grounds today that dances cheerfully to the whistle of the afternoon breeze. Not a tango. And it dances... wow. Anyway, it's a weird looking plant with huge leaves (Not that huge, Jonny) shaped like spades (Or hearts, but since the leaves have stems, spades win. Hearts fail; sorry queen). Long thin stem. No fruit (as far as I've seen). Is usually found with a mandolin nearby. No, not on the ground (But the mandolin's case is).

A great day for music

So I'm passing through the street with the traffic's slow yet alarming hum, and in a moment's epiphany I realize that the gray "matchbox" buildings, houses, pillars of faith I'm staring at change into a bright color (differs based on building's personality) and dance to the sound of music (tango, sometimes). I realize that in fact, everything will dance when a rhythm is around, any rhythm. But the trees don't - the light dances on the leaves, but the trees stay still. I guess they're just not into rock. But sure enough, give them an acoustic instrument and they will blow you, earrings, and amplifiers away. Amplifiers beware. Fender beware. But of course, trees change color without the need for music, they work on their own accord. Always have been wondering whether or not trees are good singers. This guy named Eddie Vedder once said they were.
And the dark rolls in, it always, always rolls in. Always in first gear - never ever goes into second, or third, or fourth, or fifth. Makes you wonder whether it's ever going to shift into automatic. I doubt it ever will.
It's hard to stand against the fluffy cold night air. But a nice warm tune is always welcome. Funny how it is, walking through a dark boulevard (Not the boulevard of broken dreams) with a bad case of flu and a black t-shirt to stand against this peculiar kind of cold. Judging by the fact that dancing makes you warm, although it is against proper etiquette to dance in the streets here, and that everybody is an accident waiting to happen, it was fun walking in that boulevard with an old song playing and the silent night to talk to.

Hurricanes and... Something

It's been months since I last wrote on here, sure, but my life needs somebody to live it through. Life is speeding up - again. Term 3 started yesterday. Wierd feeling you get when you see the new blood in the university. Like time is frozen in place and still passing by. I've written another short story, though I won't post it until the time is right. I'm starting on two more tomorrow. or maybe the day after. Or maybe next week, next month, next year. Hopefully though I'll start trying to update the blog more often. I'm doing my best trying to manage everything that happens to and around me. I think I need pills, or hands. A couple of hands would be nice. Very nice indeed. Come what may.

"Blame it on apartheid"

In a while

Hello. It's been a long while since I last wrote in this blog, my blog. For reasons unknown, I haven't been able to open the Blogger website for months now, but I guess the main reason I haven't been so active lately is because I haven't written anything in... A while. But I'm starting to again, gonna finish a short story I started a long time ago in a month, probably gonna post it in two months or so. I'm a student at SH. Uni. of Tech., so I've been busy - enough. Time is slowing down again. I need caffeine.

So starts Term 2.

Moe.

The Pot

Now will you weep or chase the chosen indigo
got lemon juice up in your eye,

When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must have been high, high

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Hi all. I might write a bit less in the next year, but you'd have to get along with it, because I have no other choice. I'll start writing more when The Knot's untied... Till then, I'm encouraging you to read and comment on the short stories I've written a while back, and I'll be posting other stuff I find that are worth mentioning...

All hail, mein goddess of universal chaos...

Saint Jimmy.