Monday, February 28, 2005
- 7:45 am
sunday afternoons always pass slowly and drudgingly by, the clocks hands ticking slowly away until at long last the hour hand hits the five thirty mark and im outta the house to play soccer. a most unpleasant word right now considering how i woke up at five this morning to watch real madrid lose 2-0 to deportivo la coruna (where is the love goddamnit). in any case its only 3:36 and i dont know whatll be happening today so we'll see as we go along.
having sound that uplifts you internally and speaks to you in your prescence; that is music, and all rammstein stand for at the moment. at least to me. so many messages in so many forms from so many people; hell, its almost like life. marilyn manson, eliades ochoa, they all got things to say though they all be in different forms. its all good, so we'll leave it at that.
its such a dusty day, the sun beating down on air so old its yellowed with age and everything in sight is dulled by its stifling suffocating grip. gone are the rains which washed out the air, which greened the trees and blackened the soil and returned life to where it once flourished with a greater magnitude of activity. now everything is so dead, so slow and sluggish it makes us all so lethargic and brings to mind the steady decline of morals and values in todays human society but then again; who cares? after all we'll be dead long before anything really extreme happens and cmon; face it- we all know there isnt really heaven or hell. or maybe there is; i dont know nor care.
starbucks provides the ideal platform for writing; the smell of fresh warm coffee in the air and a mocha frappechino on the table; the smooth green white logo on the outside pointing to a form of decadence away from the bumble and bustle of the outside world. sitting down on a wooden chair near the window, drinking coffee italian style watching the world pass you by, everyone on errands meaningless in the big picture. so what if you bought uncle jimbo that nice tie he probably isnt ever going to wear? we do so many pointless things for so many reasons; but then again dont ever forget that the road to hell was paved with good intentions (and guess what? the devil realised there were so many he decided to revamp hell and pave not just the roads; but the segway tracks for seniors in it too; and if im not mistaken maybe the spa).
let the world play on;
and leave us with a pen and pad.
fin
hit the stars
